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.......the Crevice (The Crack in The Crevice)


I shine prudence
In a dark deep woods
Awaiting for rain
To quench the fire of wisdom
But this torch stays lit
In beat and rhythm
As its flame flickers
And sways in the pouring

Circles recede into the shorelines
And Ravens flock calling
And fly low through it
The ink of life
That pen from melodies
Sound that to song bring
An initiation for tired
And weary thirsts
That with conceit asks for
Nothing more than
What it needs
A rain cloud
Full of thunder and vanity

A sword falls from
The hands into a sheath
And the arrow finds
Patience climbing above the reefs
As it finds a stone
All that was true
Has been tested and tried
Its purpose and the will
That released it
For certainty let it free
With perfect aim
To which of us are things so
Profoundly sound and straight

As virtue betrays its keeper
And it becomes strange
Relinquishing its loyalty
To arrogance and greed
And abandoning deceitful friends
And letting go falsehood
It finds company in loneliness
A virtue so true
That not one can claim
A right to possess it
Or to even have lived as it

A run through the woods beyond
The pursuit of paths
Or crossroads
Into the fields of sweet
Mercy and Grace
Leads a seeking soul to find that
There at the gate
Is the vanity of the search
For we are found to be
Where ever we are
Remaining with the existence
Of ourselves in this world
Beneath the great wide open
Of a never ending Universe

Where we go; there we will be
Like the moon
As we race to lose it
It seeks us with a trace
Promising to always
Be with us in this place
The arrow finds no place
Only time and its end
It seeks to find
And ends
No longer endless
It ceases to need and becomes
A wandering aimlessly
Wondering what to do next
After hitting its mark
Asking what we all have
Asked all our lifes
From the corners of the earth
Asking for all time
Is this it?
Is there anything more?
What next?

We find only phantoms
And the residues of yearning souls
Seeking hospice or redemption
We earnestly agree that we
Are what we believe
And when all that is done
And all has been said and done
We are left only with ourselves
As the journey ends silence
Abounds and whispers are
More reverent to escape sound
Of the beating drumbeat of our life

May all your wishes have all come true
My wandering seeking friend
And may the road to blissful youth
Forever remain a road you
Stay forever upon
And may you upon this stone
Share a place for a neighbor
From a far distant star
And grant an encouraging word
Tnat gives a gift in it
That keeps on giving
That will eternally remain embedded
Written in the hearts and minds
Of the children to come
Who too will in vanity
Light prudence in the darkest of woods
And say it’s because of night
That they need to see
And will forsake
That they have indeed feared
The very thing they can not see
A lost soul that is in search upon this stone
Of the answers that were all
In the pockets of poets
Poetry and good fortune
Dividing the space and time
Of the human universe
Peace and quite fear
A lost soul searching
As does a lone soldier who at the ready guards
After losing a good and dear friend; innocence

These are the words of days and time
Flowing through the winds of my mind
Blowing in the dust sand stone tears
Showing destiny how to breathe
Without pretense or practice
Letting free what emotions
That belongs still to me
In this space of holy rage
To fly through the cracks and the crevices
Of endearing endeavors of my mind

Take my load
And be free
Take this load off of me
Fix your eye on your star
And fly to it
And then take your load off
Of you and you'll be free
Find the face of freedom
And call it friend
And stay with virtue
For as long as you can
And if it leaves you
Like wild horses
Abandoning a friend
Remember you've tried your best
Move on again and try
To once more be free
My dear friend
For there is nothing to find
In the cracks and crevices
Of life and fear
Just be here and time the lights
Of the rivers from a distance
And you'll watch the sun come rising up
Full of promise and hope
And in good cheer
You'll understand the reasoning
In Eagles and Falcon cries
Giving purpose to open spaces
In the sky

A
Promising token
Leading you to that place
Where the lights capture the rain
Releasing the manacles of time
Breaking the shackles and train
That links masterfully each misery
To follow in hunt a contemptuous soul
Leaving jealously behind to
Fend for reasons to hate
There is no evil
Only our fear that we have for it
And the credit we grant
Without accusation claiming recompense
Still to find that it too has been
In pursuit searching for purpose
And a place to call home
Longing for acceptance and belongingness

What better place to light the torch
Of prudence and silent promises
That grant humility and grace
Which require nothing from
Arrogance, pride, envy or lies
From their sted or place