"Solace"

Take flight from the caverns in which your wanton mind lies dormant in sleep...yearning to break out in prose

The spirt knows it would release your burden and hoist you from the deep. Steadfast keep, gently reap.

Sit you down in fields of solace for eternity if need be.

Though words elude in fleeting laps… only listen...you will see

OutOfExile_IDR – 1990

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Inside My Spinning - poetry

[Spinning" is not the political or media kind but, does require a pen. No hand to hand occurred. This is a concept about the power of words. Choose them wisely.]

"Inside My Spinning"

Here to pass the time,
I hide inside my spinning,
away from all the nettles fenced around.
Somewhere far away are all the saplings I have trampled under foot,
wailing for recompence,
thier recompence not found.

So, to mend the wounds of conscience,
I hide inside my spinning.
Battles hand to hand yet rage,
though I have not a part;
twas, the rudder of my ship's the cause.
The foolish prose of mine disperse,
as words of anger start.

So, I seek the theraputic,
my spinning through the time.
Deep inside the lion roars...
the wheel squeaks...
searching for compation,
there is no peace of mind,

The lion yet has much to learn,
in the jungle of the meek.
Tread softly, carry no stick.
For thunderous steps cause doves to fly,
and weapons kill the peace we seek.

So, the lion journeys on,
a shattered dream,
a broken train of thought.
Yet is is written, someday he will find:

Compassion, peace and understanding;
all the things that he has sought.

But for now to pass the time,
I live behind a spoken mime.
Adrift aloft this swirling rhyme,
For now to pass the time...
I hide inside my spinning.

Out of Exile - IDR. 1992

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Enfermé - Shadow's Night

With each word you say, lies always more behind

Love dies swelling in the past, time and again

We cannot step into the light while dead

Lurking in shadow's night gone by,
never looking in my soul

Ive been left alone to echo thru the sky

Winds of change blow promises

as drifting banks of snow encase me

In a tomb of soft, sweet lulabys

Out of Exile IDR 1992

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