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Hurricane

Ravager of worlds
Storm. Beast. Unstoppable force.
A herald of end.

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Cities Crumble

When cities crumble after skies fall down,
A curious sun shines upon ruins.
I stand on oceans edge, dead ground.
One won’t see death here for bright day akin
To a cemetery, dry bones, and sin.
Cities crumble and leave no clouds behind,
No churches, or temples we’ve to hide in.
Nothing I see above that’s silver lined.
One doesn’t see God’s hand, raising up storms,
And torching the land. We mustn’t cry out:
“The gods! The gods!”. We’re to blame. On this shore,
I meet the sand and the waves, still with doubt,
God in His heaven, all’s right with the world.
I look on, as this too becomes unfurled.

A Cloudy July


A shadow in the wake of thunder at his door.
Thought of this once, not too often before.
Such heavy clouds preceding storms,
In a season where such thoughts form.
Blackened skies and his heart so lightened,
Of the lightning he’s never been frightened.
With open arms he welcomes such as these,
Where they don’t belong in place of summertime breeze.
Much preferred to the bright summer sun
His heart gladdened by what the grey sky won.
In the peace before the storm he sighs,
And prays for more Julys with grey skies.

A Lesson in the Storm

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In came the wind today.
It took her heart so far away,
She didn’t fight, she let it fly.
So many reasons, she could’ve cried.
As before the wind, grass would yield,
She was the same and saw no appeal,
To impersonate an oak, and meet the same end
As the grass, but with a more violent bend.
Then having fallen and no one heard,
She says lamenting:
“Joy is made sorrow and the lonely burn.
All is made nothing. Our lives so short.
Where is the Watchman, sitting high in His fort?”
In her silence, on the wind, an answer she hears.
“This is why your heart disappeared:
You had no patience for the storm,
You knew not its true form.
All is made nothing, and sorrow to joy,
But again there is something! There is more I employ.
Stand rise again! You will conquer I ensure,
The storm is nothing, you have the strength to endure.
The only oaks that fall to the wind, all have rotten roots
Grasses may not fall, but they accomplish nothing expect for becoming soot.”
She arose and stood again, knowing fully where to stand.
Then on the narrow path, for her first few steps,
She held the Masters hand.

The Cloudy Obscurity

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Oh cloudy day,
What can I say?
When will the winds and storms give way?
To make things brighter for another day
Or anothers’ way?
Oh cloudy day,
Come what may.
Oh cloudy day this I plea:
If darkness should overtake me,
If all around, only fog to see,
If the path be
Lost in obscurity,
Give me some small bit of light.
That I may take to flight,
That I may before night.
Oh cloudy day, restore my sight.
Remove my burden and my blight.
Cease your siege and end your fight.

Storms And Tides

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He found her lies
Between the sighs,
And indifferent ties,
And what she had left to buy.
Above, grey skies,
Below, bitter lives.
But he decides to try,
While confessing she cries,
Forgiveness of the lies.
Secrets she confides,
Trust rebuilt, refined.
In love they now abide,
Forever side by side,
Through the storm, through the tide.

In The Calm

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In the calm before the storm,
Nothing’s lively, Nothing’s warm.
Feeling frightened,
Feeling torn,
In the calm before the storm.

Before the storm, in the calm,
Neglected, distracted. Something wrong.
They’re complacent,
But don’t belong,
Before the storm, in the calm.

In the calm the storm before,
Was something else, something more.
Feeling peaceful, feeling sure,
In the calm the storm before.

In the storm, the calm before.
This was it and nothing more.
Those survived
Said nevermore,
In the storm, the calm before.

And that was how, in the storm,
They forgot how times before,
History cloaked,
Willfully ignored.
That’s how it was, their last storm.