High Proud Burning Gaze
The weight of my words were chains
my thoughts were whips which lashed
me cruelly. I had epitomized nothing
yet nothing, was not embodiment.
Was not, encompassed all I had.
I had a dream, the cruel
harsh light of reality,
woke me, shattering vision
to countless splintered fragments.
Still bond memory endures.
Sometimes meaning came to me
like pieces of a jigsaw puzzle.
Only with time could pieces
be arranged prepared put in order.
Neglected fusion body suffered
in pursuits of commitment mind.
Still dream memory endures.
We do what we do what life
makes of us, what we believe
for survival in our own way.
Hope springs eternally
within human heart.
To be crushed cruelly
yet without supremacy hope.
The heart is crushed.
Hope spins faint glimmering rays
hopes’ glimmering thread spirals,
randomly rhythmically wantonly,
a fragile life sustaining thread
birthed throughout creation dust.
I have rotted here too long already
I would walk other ways.
It is time to leave here
I go to fate and destiny.
Finally she looms overhead
as she hangs her head upon us all.
He is to be disdainfully admired.
He who sins in a great way
and not in cunning,
small deceptive ways.
For he devours himself
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poem by Terence George Craddock
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