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Your
Gladiator
Fire sky,
Wonderment,
Fall
to your knees,
The
love of God,
Falls
like rain.
Here
on Earth,
There
on Heaven,
Arms
surround me,
Tenderness,
Gives
me hope,
You
find me here
In
the room
Waiting
for you
Waiting
for your love,
Waiting
for the sparks
To
ignite a passion
Gone
by.
The
shadows of twilight accompany me
As
shadows descend through the blinds.
The world is round
Together
We can spin it
Like
a top.
Rose
pedals
Fall
on your Gladiator
In
your Coliseum of love.
Sunflowers
in your eyes
Beat sunlight upon me
As
a midday
sun
Before
the games.
I
am thirsty.
You
quench my thirst
With
your water
Tears
of joy,
Tears
of love.
Thank
you for the drink.
In My Prison
In my prison
I want to rock out
the night,
Break windows that
hold in
The hatred of things
past
Spilling over to reality,
My present.
I’m in the darkness
of a cell
That closes in around
me.
Is it a prison I made
myself?
Do I refuse to escape.
The bars are invisible
But the chains are
real.
I strain at the chains,
screaming
My heart out
Pulsing like frosted
breath
On a winter morning,
Like a shimmer of heat
along a distant road
In the desert summer.
It is hate that has
been rising like these.
As heat rises
So does hate.
And the rain that comes
And washes away the
dirt and filth
From sweat and sand,
From piled snow and
sea salt.
The rain!
What a wonderful break
from this torture.
Can I lift my face
to the sky
And smile?
Can I dance in the
Rain
Like Gene Kelly?
I wonder,
When will I free myself.
After all,
I hold the key of faith
That can unlock my
chains
And open the cell door.
I Am About...
I am about...
loving my wife
and daughter.
I am about...
fifteen decades
in a single day.
I am about...
new words
and meaning.
I am about...
my own faults
and
my own confessions.
I am about...
my own hungers
and
partaking of communion.
I am about...
to stop writing.
The End
The Definition of a Mother and a Father
What gallant feeling is in my heart
for the little face of an infant Queen.
For her, I will give my love
to those who need it.
Anastasia has stirred in me
the understanding that patience and mercy
are at the core of the calling of knighthood,
the knighthood whose sword and shield
are dignity and parenthood.
We are Regents for her,
our first child.
In the protection of our home and family,
we defend her throne of Christianity.
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Carissa
You are gentle and swift.
You are my angel of calm waters.
Your arms touch the water
and the water moves you along.
You are a full-figured lady,
trimmed with a steel resolve.
You, my dulcinea, my sweetheart,
are a surcease of forlorn moods
where your laughter
and tears of joy
defeat the bluest feeling.
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