THE TREASURE OF A TALE

2016 Dec 6, Tuesday

THE TREASURE OF A TALE

Reading is my pleasure, knowledge is my treasure. With reading there is much to gain, a task that I shall do again.

– theresurreccionofkevin 

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OFF TO THE SUNSET

2016 Dec 3, Saturday

OFF TO THE SUNSET

Ride on, ride on, and head on home

Desert winds may blind the way

But never wills of stone

– theresurreccionofkevin

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RAIL

2016 Nov 26, Saturday

RAIL

For far too long I’ve railed

Against the world and its untold

And broken stories, tales regaled

In hearts and hearths for years

Have spun their strings and sewn their seams

Together, we have hopes and fears

Old, I cling upon a rail as if a cane

Guided by the ancient dreams

Now lost like love that wanes

What sparked my soul is bathed in tears

Lost, without the rails and tracks

Of younger days to guide me back

The end is near like points of spears

Sharpened tongues that jeer

The old are leaving on their final ride

To nowhere, out of sight just like the tide

– theresurreccionofkevin
NOTE:

The last train home for all we held dear. Our loves, our lives, and all our fears. To age is to see oneself pushed towards the tracks by what is new. But we will rail and fight. For what is living without standing like a sign in the desert, proclaiming to the stars that we are here?

– theresurreccionofkevin

GRAVE

2016 Nov 9, Wednesday

GRAVE

From buried bones of ages past

Come ghosts and phantoms of the last

Forgotten days of yesteryears

Come bearing endless gifts of tears

And bitter, broken bits of brains

Now shattered into tiny grains

The memories we leave behind

Are dust and dewdrops in the mind

In history, in word and page

That chronicle our wretched age

So small, so many, in the fields

And swept away with shining shields

Of warriors trampling us to dust

Resist and fight, we shall, we must

These beasts we bring with us to graves

Reserved for heroes and the braves

Forever sealed with warrior’s blood

The crimson burning coward mud

– theresurreccionofkevin

RESTLESS

2016 Nov 8, Tuesday

RESTLESS

Perhaps we have been exercising one part of us for so long. We need to move something else. I think we all need to move now. Those who don’t get left behind. I should do the same before telling anyone else that. 

– theresurreccionofkevin