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Stillness

Water, mountain, stone.
Ship sails among reflections.
Stillness of summer.

Considering Decay

I found a bone
I brought it home
It once walked over dirt and stone,
It held a creatures flesh and skin,
It was partially the vessel the soul had traveled in.
I found a bone, a bone called sin.
I found a bone, the bone was dead.
Though alive in my head,
To me it said:
“What I was, I no longer am,
Though you hold me still I stand,
And one day will become the sea and land.”
I set it down then to display,
How it still stands, in a way,
How it still moves, and runs and plays.
You’ll see this too, if you consider decay.

Meeting My Guardian

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An angel made of stone,
Behind her an unknown light
Providing the way home.
At the end of this night,
Not lonely, but I am alone.
I know that she is sleeping
In that stone beneath the sky.
But nonetheless she is my guardian,
I will keep her in my eye.
What does she do but remind me?
Of the days to come.
To remind, to help forget.
What I’ve left behind can stay there.
With forward movement I’m let.
Here, meeting my guardian,
Restoring unknown hope.

Thanks to my brother Jesse for allowing me to use his photo for this poem, which was also the inspiration for me to write it 🙂

The Lithomancers Chant

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Stone arise, take shape and form.
I am your master, though I was born.
I am your shaper, I am the arm.
Arise and keep me safe from all harm.
Sleeping stone thats knows only death,
To you, I give thee my lifes breath.
Live, breathe, obey my commands,
You shall not move from where you stand.
Wind and waters, you bow to none.
Before their first try, let them be done.
Become an all-barrier, all barriers break down,
Obey until I send you back underground.

Not Made Of Stone

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Am I not made of stone?
Is this not in my bones?
This was once a part of my home,
But hiding in a maze,
That which kept me in a daze:
The lie that said I had infinite days.
My time is running down.
I’ve fallen to the ground.
My wisdom can’t be found.
I’m not as strong as I thought I was.
And I’m sure that is because
Of my sins I can’t let go.
These vices within me show
That I am not made of stone.