שבח (Praise)

 

Praise

 

 

 

 

 

I will come to you as I always do when the daemons flee while warriors surrender.  In the private place while the weeds lay waste I will seek your place of hereafter.  This sacrifice you take of me this wild place, a stronghold, this latitude this shame filled span of winter.  There are always rooms, there is always time.  There are always stars of forever.  I am diamond rough, I am song past sung, I am gift of G-d, mystic passed of pure stature.  This is ground I plow, you are ever art, you conduit time that I’m after.

I will praise you one, for one in you are, there is no three given in this capture.  Blood for soul you claim is not proper gift, no sacrifice of gift or fame, no keys of hell to seek after.  I will praise you time, in your spoken wind, those memories sin, are forgotten.  I will give you mine what time has rhymed with forgotten lies of forever.  In the oath less field, where the angels play there I spill my praise in your cavern.  There you build my thoughts and you give me sparks of your prism.  It is praise enough that you love me still when in darkness shrill I seek attention.

In the sand I paint, some forgotten ghost yet it praises your throne of volume.  There you are on high making free verbs fly in magic form and pretension.  In the wheel of time, in the birth and sigh when forgotten times are not spoken.  I will praise you high I will live and die; I will leave this offering of my banter.  When your ox and lion, guide your steed in sky, you will judge my bones in your rapture. Though this kingdom lives, though this empire cry, I will praise your gift with my laughter.

Praise the well below, where the temple glows, praise the seer of the grove living.  Praise the plains and sky, praise the day you die.  Praise all the light you are not seeing.  In the flame of hell there are shadows and bells, there are reflections of lies of hereafter, it is equal sun it is things not done, it is balance and one of this being.  In the sky that grows I will praise you so, while creation slows in your being.  I will praise you still in the end of will, for one in one is your being.  – DS 01/20/201

 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s