Fired in the heart of earth
Coloured by the seasons
Granted death, given birth
Set to hold sway over creatures
Created greater and of less
Torn at and scarred
By responsibility, pressed
Forged to rule continents
He holds sway over seas
Drenched with such power
He stands victorious over disease
Near invincible in his splendor
Near indestructible in his wrath
Given too much power that
Man is now torn from his path
Coloured by the seasons
Granted death, given birth
Creature whose own greed
Destroys thine own worth.
~Loneal 7/9/2001
And the world makes you king for a day
Just go to tthe mirror and look at
yourself
And see what that man has to say.
For it isn't your Father
or Mother or wife
Whose judgment upon you must pass.
The fellow whose verdict counts most in your life
Is the one staring back from the glass.
Some people may call you a straight
shooting chum
And call you a wonderful guy
but the man in the glass says you're only a bum
If you can't look him straight in the eye.
He's the fellow to please,
never mind all the rest
For he's with you clear to the end,
And you have passed your most dangerous test
If the man in the glass is your friend.
You may face the whole world
down the pathway of life
And get pats on the back when you pass,
But your final reward will be heartache and strife
If you've cheated the man in the glass.
~ by Harry Holland Upchurch
I stand stolid in darkness, hidden,
while internal inquisitors ponder
the mysteries that lie beyond -
sporadic, sleeting, and silvery?
Such a force, this drink pouring down -
alas, forever towards the earth -
pelting shoulders with liquid stones.
Immobile beneath the deluge of life -
all its doubts, all its questions,
all the fear -
Panic sets in - how to swim?!
Within the sea of the heavens I drown -
losing focus, losing reason,
losing Hope -
So afraid, all alone and in ignorance -
lacking comprehension and knowledge
uncertain and untested, as yet.
As the rain surges towards me,
I stand stolid in darkness, alone,
while self-wrought salvation greets me
in the face of annihilation -
Creation, Confidence, and Courage.
~Loneal 1/19/02
If it ever were so
Perhaps to the deep sea
Will anyone know?
What is this thing, "love"
That so enraptures the heart?
Constricting, liberating
Bringing together or breaking apart?
Multi-faceted as a diamond,
For as long does it last
As a bane or a blessing
For the future or past.
And despite its bladed sides
Love, ideally, is sought
One must ask, "why?"
For such danger is brought.
'Tis probably easiest to proclaim
In a hackneyed, trite phrase
That love's an addiction
Idolized, granted praise.
It's one of those "things"
One cannot quite define
Like hope, or courage
That's a part of one's mind.
~Loneal 1/1/2002