Lightning Strikes

Lightning strikes upon the earth,
Lightning strikes the few,
Ideas to trample on themselves,
In light of morning dew.

Light proceeds in darkened dawn
And wraps itself inside
There are but few who hear the clap
Of thunder by my side.

The roof shakes down upon my head
And wakes me from my sleep
I know the passing of the day
Is all that I will keep.

Rhymes will form, they always do,
Within my feeble mind,
To understand the things above
For that my thoughts do pine.

With wrinkled brow and passing skin
I seek to see and know
Of how the ever markets work
And passage in the snow.

I hope to be one of the few
That lightning strikes and live
To tell of glory seen and heard
And to the world I’ll give.

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Shadow Cast

Tawdry pay
Ideas unlived,
Gathered thoughts progress.

Stand before
An open heart
None shall feel the less.

Walking out
From the sun,
The places to approach,

And skipping
Every other beat,
The cast will surely show.

Sun come up
Sun go down
Light’ly trav’ling high

The causeway
Of the sun proceeds
‘Cross that light blue sky.

Rocket struck
Upon a star
And stared back into space.

There were but two
Of faceless walls
That gave of such embrace.

No arms to hold
But arms to bear
The shining comes to end

Though ever wanting
To go on
Long’forth won’t contend.

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