the future is a place of mysterious design,
i cannot understand why…
but love is a floating image of the always unfound,
and surely that thing for which always we seek.
yes……..but now…so far from me its pleasure…
only serving me sadness and the stale of the lonely…
i wish to find completion within your presence,
but i must wait merely
for the oceans to part and the caps to melt
and for time to stop its masquerade against me.
Category: On The Unknown
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Lions in Our Land
Fear and dread silently come upon me
As I look around to see,
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
I turn to see if others saw
So together we might cry out the call,
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
But no one that I can see or hear
Dares hasten to heal my wounds of fear.
There are lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand.
Finally, I lay down my fears and go to where they sit.
“King of Beasts, men ye cannot rule,” I say as they spit.
“Who are you lions in our land,
Clawing, marking, stalking in the sand?”
With thunderous roar says one, “We’ll stay but a day, no more.
This kingdom is full of boney, skinny men, it’s not worth a war.
We lions shall leave your land;
No more clawing, marking, stalking in your sand.”
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Rica Rica Rica
Liquid dark is the predawn sight
That mocks my desire to pour the day bright…
Thick is the soggy air
That sucks away that melody fair
Tucked away deep within my heart
Wanting and waiting a new love to start…
All of heaven is the space
Where I will trumpet of the grace,
The tender nature of someone true…
Someone soft and silly just like you!
i went for a walk today and as I went by a path so familiar,
i paused blusteringly content to lift my hat and warmly wave
to a far away friend. when this i did, there came exhaling a
frostily wind, my face abrushed with lightning strokes
bestowing memories long since sealed thirty years ago…t’was
only then and not before then only i thought of that day
quite identical to when i went for a walk as a young man
then and lifted my hat, extending high my hand just to
nighly wave to a friend i espied standing small o’er the
great distance affined…it was not the memory of the
familiar then, which made me feel today so strange to lift
my hat; rather, it was the factual me of yesteryear that
appeared so utterly, so recognizably, wholly avowed. like
the long lost twin of the me of the now, the wind brought
fresh the smell of the then…i went for a walk today and as
i went by a path so familiar, i discovered blissfully content
that the who i was feels no different than the who i became. i
suspect most people safe harbor these uncommon familiarities,
anchored trenchant in the deepest, deep of our profundities,
reminding us we are and always will be the very same…
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Catch Up With My Dreams
Like a pond swollen with springtime rains
My thoughts are flooded with heated strains
That overfills my dreams with an ever dawning regret
Of continually seeking that new beginning and end met.
Though never clear the road to feelings surreal and pure,
Nor heightened hopes or aspirations absolutely assured,
Perhaps you would like to know that I most recently
A breach perceive, mayhap your dreams catch up with me.
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Distant Lonely Melodies
a lonely whistle blows
a distant space it marks.
from the point of being
and seeing it blows
to see how deep
the pain of its grind can drive…
it blows ever lonely
and the more it blows
the further its sounds deepen
those old scars beneath my heart,
where there does grind a place
forever marked by distant melodies
of lonesome lonely whistle blows.
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What Is the Weight of the World?
Crescent hands press against my heart forlorn,
Marking the trellis made of art scorned,
Feeding the wind against crimson soul,
Searching the anger spit out from the shoal.
What is the weight of the world that
Burns my steel forged on anvils flat,
Enjoining grief and thoughtless hope,
Mourning my future now bending broke?
Against my heart the press of the mark
Scorns the trellis around my heart,
Stealing the art within my soul,
Bending the shoot of life’s only goal.
What is the weight of the world then?
Unseen blinds raising paths twisted to men,
Railings to split hands seeding the wind.
The wait against time my dreams to send.
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silent of echoes
the world is cold and snowy and darkened still in many ways
…days are long and silent of echoes
…like sitting in the snow fields late at night
…there is no sound…there is no light,
but the reflections from the moon and the tears of the future
that freeze over our eyes like leaden shields….
so we do not know what will happen today or tomorrow…
we only know that yesterday was not what we dreamed
and today is merely another chance to shape a happier time.
yet, we cannot know until these moments pass
what the future will deliver unto us.
we can only wait and pray steadfast
in the hope that the light of promise may soon come
to bring luster and warmth into our night.
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Soulless
Looking, but not seeing,
Watching movement without emotion.
Like a human clock, time flickers
Swiftly across the peering face that
Stares soulless from windows
Of doubt and shame,
Perceiving spaces to be empty
That abound with Life.
The Poetry of Jeffrey L. H. Naylor 