The Sanctum Has No Breaches
This, my sanctum…
Step not into my rooms
without qualification,
for they are hard-fought spaces,
lapped by the shores of my life,
and swallowed whole those who tender not
the intentions of my acceptance,
for acid tongued and damning
my stirring from respite.
Tis not a malevolent will that
eyes-wide opens this dark chest,
this retaliation from attack,
its just the water under bridge,
the machinations of a soul
that for long has been tapped,
and I’ve not the patience left
to sustain a pious past.
Age creeps from what a soul reaps,
and life is what we want
not hope for in our dreams,
as hard-taught lessons singe hearts,
and turn the other cheek
far less a state that serves the art of life,
tis not hardness, but knowledge
that permeates a sagacious soul.
So knock upon my door and be true,
for doors allow no entry
for those who misconstrue my truth,
and my rooms are mine alone,
windows for the deserved, shown,
but I will not support a wayward mind,
I am no savior, just a man in kind.
Tony DeLorger © 2017
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Great work, Tony. To know thyself is sublime.
Thanks Phyllis, glad you related and enjoyed my thoughts. Cheers!
You are what you are right. And from reading this you like what you like. No need for those who will tarnish those walls in your rooms. I respect that my friend. Excellent piece.
Much appreciated Paul, pleased you related and enjoyed the work. Cheers!
This poem is a very descriptive of you the man, the scars and blemishes. But well earned, as tarnished as they are, no one can claim them as their own. Through fire tested, calloused outer shell, yet gentle to living things, yet will not bend to malevolent mind bending creatures who want to cause malice. All stripes have been earned, age has crept upon us, yet wise we are for reaching this part of life, a quiet man we are, loving the softer things in life now. Yet dare look into our past and shivers will drawn upon ones spine. Yes my friend The Sanctum has no breaches indeed. Peace to you.
Thank you Vincent, and from a man who knows full well my outpouring, as we are brothing in life and soul, connected in this creative flow of expression, relating and sharing truths espoused in this life’s journey. Cheers!