Poems by Baron Ancient Soul
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Straight For The Heart It pierced me, left me bleeding down, as not to recover, pleading End this misery, take my life finish your work, with your bloody knife
The wound open, you thrust turning your weapon, even god I cussed. Screaming in pain, I lose my voice my spirit leaving ... no choice.
You walk away, I see you gone I am up, dragging myself across the lawn I come to you, search you out That you will hurt me again, I doubt.
My life pours out on the ground my substance losing by the pound I hurt and ache but no its true You wouldn't, you couldn't cut through.
"I love you", I say, "with all my heart" you tell me to leave you, for gods sake depart your knife, whispers again, "leave me alone" it is then, my spirit leaves... as I moan. |
The Stream Out from the ground life exudes freely to all, never mind their station the rich, the poor all have need to drink to many life, to all salvation.
The stream doth travel along its way sometimes not easy and kept at bay The dams and detours will trouble at times but the tree of life must climb.
To small villages and large towns the use of the stream is the same joined with a river or narrowed to a brook The river a story, a talking book.
Are we not a stream? Do we not travel, touching many? Are not our lives a melodic theme? Do we not, in this life, journey?
Why travail, if the way gets hard? Why cry, do you seek a sympathy card? Life is what it is, life Day to day living and sometimes strife.
But along the way, there is beauty and joy. The smile of a friend the laughter of a boy. We help those we find. Sometime finding peace of mind.
Make a choice today, of the life you lead. Like the stream always flowing, proceed Giving life to all, and never ignoring. Then joy will be yours always restoring. |
Aurora The flower garden once for Kings were filled with many beautiful things The crown of which adorned has many thorns.
It does not take away from the beauty the thorns are for necessity protecting the velvet petals of the flower they are not offensive but merely balance of power
So that, of a princess, of a King who is a very beautiful thing her hair is her glory more than a nickname this Rory.
Of all the flowers in the Kings Garden I say this with out any pardon The most beautiful flora is the loving but sometimes thorny, Aurora. |
The Wild Rose How can you tame a beauty so fair? Why would you try to contain a flower so dear? A thing so wonderfully simple its beauty an answer to prayer yet so blessedly made like a celestial sphere.
Torn from its roots, and removed from its place Discarded, disapproved in utter disgrace Longing for the sun, desiring to be free Locked away in darkness, now a banshee.
The sun does come, it breaks through like a lovers hands comforting and warm Turning to the light, this blessed hew life again, life again, transformed.
The beauty returned A lesson learned A rose its life a thing of beauty A wild rose its life, is duty. |
Passion Love came, and shook my core surprising me, and locked the door Captive to it, and jailer too No reprieve, life is askew
Raging within my very form Through my peacful valley a fire storm. out of control it overwhelms My heart, my speech, it is, its realm.
Release me from this tangle my love, my love, I strangle I say and do the things I fear You will leave me and won't be near.
My judgement gone my values redrawn my hope is you my life is new.
Do I go back to whence I came not value life, what a shame. or trust in you, and your love my heart requites, takes hold of.
Let me not flounder from this resolve I would burn for thee and evolve As the Phoenix, is reborn to life make me love, in thy light. |
Take The Chance Tomorrow may never come, Today will pass to quickly To wait another moment to express my love, would dishonor my love for you. Yet, fear, has its hold upon me, for in sharing such love I am vulnerable to it and to you.
The gods laugh at our fraility, yet give us the desire to love and be loved, what pawns we are at their whim, and a chance meeting like ours. Who would know that in the quietness of time and this gentle passing, such feelings would come.
My heart rages as a storm, unsettled, knowing no bounds. What is to come of me, of you, of us. Will we run aground? Will our love know no bound?
The gods are merciless, such power to love and be love, they bestoy upon these mortal bodies. Yet they give us no eye to the future, and leave us with such uncertainties.
Do I say, and leave exposed, the fragileness of my spirit. Do I speak of love, and feelings of the heart My soul seeks a kindred spirit I would chance the telling of it, then chance, we would part. |
Moonlit Walk Moonlit walk, on a cool evening shadows dancing, with the trees my heart in motion, swaying, be still let her not know so quickly she controls my will |
Snow The snow fills the sky, gently lying The heavens pour it forth unending Life a waterfall of crystals displaying The moment, the time, it is suspending.
The wonderment of it all, a magical power Flakes of snow so slow as to stop the hour It is beautiful, making an ivory tower Dusting the ground like a counter with flour.
Cold to the face but warm in my heart A peace flows over me like water Snowflakes and I are both a part Hold close; don't let go, like a daughter.
How can something so simple be so beautiful? How can each time be as new, and so wonderful? When it comes, it makes me think of God And how his endless beauty, he displays with a nod.
Does God exist the philosopher ask Does a snowflake repeat quite the task? Each uniquely different, this from nature I would rather believe in a mystical maker.
I look up to the sky, when a flake lands on my nose Like a statue, I remain still exposed Another, another and another still Kissed by God, and bent to his will. |
Love Unfurled The fear we share is in your eyes Like an arrow piercing through its mark You have heard before, a thousand lies And been left alone, without light - in dark.
What words, must I say to still your heart Are there assurances to give, I will not depart Scared, ready to run, fleeing like deer Telling you to run, far away, because of fear.
Your world shattered into fragments, sorrow contained Your living only motions, each step, full of grief Your daily existence, reveales the degree of your pain But please, for love, for us, listen, I will be brief.
I promise to be gentle with you and take my time. To love you, until even your will is mine My breath upon you, your loving flesh Awaken within you, sleeping desires - refresh.
My love for you will rival the classics prose My poems for you will fill to capacity your world Everyday in words and actions to you, a perfect rose My love for you will stretch out like a flag unfurl.
Come to me, my love, my heart's desire, please be secure Knowing, like the sands of time, my love will endure I will administer your love until you again are whole You will know, and experience the love of an ancient soul. |
This Night Alone Contemplation of life, this night alone Quietness fills me to overflowing What is known, is being dethroned Giving in to the knowledge redrawing.
It is times like this, when by myself I understand the realities of solitude Loneliness is a single book on a shelf Falling, not propped up, no latitude.
A book by it self can be a good read But never all-cognitive content contained It may speak of truths, but only a seed Not in one, is all ascertained.
It has been said, in many years past 'As stone sharpens stone, man sharpens man' Your book beside mine, fills the shelf, at last No longer alone, a wonderous plan. |