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Fades Like the Rest

The wandering of soul
When found in want of a home.
Who knows what this one did
To find the face so dimly hid.
Out of the shadows we soon won’t see,
Where the soul has ought to be.
And one more passing by a moment
What was here, the soul has shown it.
Its actions louder than words could express,
It falls into darkness, and fades like the rest.

Unintentionally Immortal

Held onto the same place for centuries.
Then she wandered for a hundred years more.
This journey could not be explained to me.
She searched high and low, ahead and before,
She searched, untethered to a time and space.
Time, a circle; past, present, future, now.
More in the past than elsewhere know her face,
And more faces than memory allows.
After me there will be more, and more blood.
As long as she wanders and doesn’t stay,
There will be no waves of foes like a flood.
To this day, her name, mystery remains.
She’ll no longer humor my inquiries.
Being Immortal Unintentionally.

Weary Paws

On weary paws
Through stretched out days
Blood stained claws
To memory fades.
“No rest for the wicked”
An unfair sentiment?
Because he’s unrestful
Means he’s not innocent?
Onward he plods
Through wind and though rain.
Those looking down,
Unaware of his pain.
Unaware and uncaring
The crowd stares on.
Mountains cold and glaring,
Bear has been gone so long.
Gone with no place to rest.
His cave found empty
He sleeps. Hoping for the best:
A welcoming dawn to see.

She Wanders

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She might wander, though she knows,
That there is nowhere else to go.
But onward through summer or snow,
Where she goes only God knows.

Moonlight To Ponder

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He’s been long absent, in absent non-bliss,
Beneath the clouds they’ve forgotten his face.
The moon bends down, on his cheek plants a kiss.
By her light he’s able to find his place.
But what place is his that he can call home?
Those he once knew turn away from his call.
Back to the road this one returns alone.
His brother, not he, they wanted home, tall.
It wasn’t his fault, though he blames himself;
He, the only one to escape the flames.
They’ll be no mountain into which he’ll delve,
There will be no bed in which he’ll long stay.
He will only have a path to wander.
He will only have moonlight to ponder.

This one is about a soldier returning home from war where his brother died. His friends and family sadly resent him for surviving wishing for his brother to be alive instead. Outcast and alone, he is forced to wander the rest of his days.

Her Feet Do Not Stay At Home

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When will thee, with wanton eye,
A turbulent and troublesome try,
Give to me, and wrest a sigh,
From my own heart I’d give to thine?
To curse you with a storm it seems,
That God in all his wisdom brings,
To me such a pretty thing,
But not to hold so easily.
Behold in the end we find
If I’ve received less than divine…
But no! I shall make you mine!
I shall make you mine in time!
If you’ll have me, this I know
From all that past, all I’ll let go,
From you I won’t wander so,
Hold me and one who’ll never let go.

The title to this one is a reference to the books of  proverbs in the bible where the phrase “Her feet do not stay at home” is used to describe a prostitute. In this poem a man falls in love with one and believes she is a gift from God. He holds her in such high esteem and justifies her value in how difficult she is. He struggles with doubt and societies opinions (lines 9-10) but ultimately casts that aside holding onto his love for her, making her a promise to never leave.

What Should Have Been His Home

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A voice from above telling him to kill
Or from below? “I’ve followed orders” He
Might say And before the Almighty fill
Himself with such ambitious hope to see,
And wish for forgiveness, to see it his.
Salvation he knows to already own,
Believing his act as to Judas’ kiss.
Away from heaven he searches for home.
Unwanted, unworthy, his own words, he
Has always been the most unqualified,
He deems, to look into ones soul and see
If there were the strength there to turn the tide.
Maybe he’ll claim whats already his own:
Sunlight and joy, what should have been his home.