Rise From the Ashes

Rise From the Ashes …

Upheaval of the people,
demons camping at the steeples,
My soul now stuck in contemplation,
with church bells blaring for my freedoms

I raise up from burning ashes,
Like a Phoenix dressed, exuding passion,
The sun, the moon, the earth my rations,
The paragons guiding from my casket.

I rise impassioned
a soldier to the winds of action
To justice contained by cross sights
And my life belt fully fastened

The quiet just before the storm
The mind becomes so misinformed
Rambunctious though, the fight of might
the might that’s stilled by human form

It’s true, in peace remains the beast
Plotting and scheming for his feast
Like yeast he’s raised for merriment
But a steadfast man won’t grant release

I’ve come to terms to grant him entry
To keep the scales as complementary
I know his words are virulent
His presence still is arbitrary

When he expires the storms decrease
though in those storms I felt release
The tears resound in drops of rain
then pacify the soul for lease.

In candors I speak like a reverend
Or a poet made of reverence
My book of war equipped with pencils
Erasers, paper and some leverage

Can’t knock the hustle or endeavors,
smashing sunshine through for weather
The after storm will come and pass, and
heal the weather that we weather.

Knowledge made is not for oppressors,
Where wisdom can’t be the lesser
With knowledge first, and wisdom next,
Knowledge fits a gift for lectors.

The emptor knows of understanding
While siring wisdom helps his planning
Autonomy from machinations
Of trepidation still expanding

From high his stance he gains the branding
The tumble afore is sorely damning,
The moment before he strikes his knees
the utmost moment, notwithstanding.

In treasures gifted from admission
How some rendition brings us vision
Reaped those moments of precision
where time halts any vital mission

And all seems quiet, before that storm
Before that storm we carried on
Remained a legion for a reason
To carry on in any form

But life is fated by the rations
Of how just men will serve their passions
The cash flows to their empty pockets
The quiet builds for worldly mansions

Where spots so dark have left the mental
And nightmares aren’t so detrimental
How love then passed through family charm
in life becomes so transcendental.

Such past reflections lend direction,
then question actions for perception
A painting of a thousand words
the words where we can gain inception

Too many introverted sessions
Where hate is fueled and then kept in
Expression is the implicit cog
for such results of new conception

This lone perch to the last doorway
To where my ideals would betray,
I stand strong like a lion’s statue,
As the world would plot my last doomsday

I speak of knowledge as a value
the words prayed now, to stick like glue.
Yet far away I stay, from the fray,
Of each day where words have miscues

With misnomers vying as critical
in discourse with individuals
The mindset adjusts from pivotal
To parsing genius from an imbecile.

I carry on this mission to kill
To slaughter negativity’s spill
I can’t make you go against your will
Then I’m as bad as your next pill

That next pill, drug, or that next vice
Pushing proceeds for the next spice
The asking price a promised life
A seat among a fool’s paradise

Reality is where I lend advice,
The days are full of loaded dice,
The sacrifice is full of strife,
Red dots will kill they’re too precise

We speak no evil as they would say
and hear no evil, as they would claim
To seek the answers in different ways
While evil known is here today.

It’s not the form of arms that harm
Not of the melancholy heart
It’s in the bedrock the words afflict,
and where the worlds will split apart.

Such poison comes from varied tongues
So misinformed the newly young
We play the game of telephone,
Till every breath is out of lungs.

We come full circle as a people
Dividing all the good from evil
so demons, and angels can coexist
Unmoved under an equal steeple.

The balance we’ve been dealt since birth
crescendo bursts of godlike work
Where time stands still a short parsec
And clarity will quash the murk

Devoid of light there is no dark
Devoid of dark light has no spark
The story arc needs balanced traits
And with those traits this story starts

Through wisdom, knowledge manifests.
Where knowledge is the upper crest
To show how far we’ve come of age
And show how well we know the ledge.

An easy path, for a simple savage
To leave the passage up to havoc,
To band-aid all the awful shit,
And welcome all immoral baggage.

The line across the sand we draw
In bands of blood with tragic flaws
To justify the means and ends
and dignify the dug in claws

The paths unearthed by worn out feet
to knowledge then to be replete,
replete of every worldly thirst
the cipher longs to be complete

The ledge we tread we try to manage.
The knowledge there, is there to banish
To help abolish all the badness
And through the chaos, maybe salvage.

One breath away, one breath for time
The pen stroke ponders every line
There is one thing I underline
The world can shift by our design.

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Proud father of 3. Part time writer of poetry and short stories. I want to paint the world in but a few words.

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