It is not a time for war
But rather a time for reflection
And introspection
To take stock in oneself
But it is not a time for war
For he who struggles
To survive this night
Huddled in uncertainty
Cloaked in aspirations
Sleeps below the fire line
And dreams of peace
His time for war is past
His mind freed
With care now laid aside
He sleeps the recklessness of dreams
It is not a time for war
Lay down your sword
Let your buckler lie
Among these shattered lives
Amid their hopes and dreams
It is time to rest
Here, below the fire line
It is a time for sleep
And a time, at last
For peace
ELAshley
Begun in the 11th hour of New Years Eve, 1999
Finished: January 25th .084142.6
Revised: 012600.122112.1
121700.042116.6
Proximity
I used to believe proximity
Prerequisite to the mingling of souls
You’ve changed my perspective…
I used to think touch paramount
To love, and the sharing of love, between lovers
You have shown me otherwise…
I hear the smile in your voice
And feel the pain in your words
I feel the soul you share with me
As naked as the day you were born
How is it we
A continent between us
Can feel such trust?
How is it we
Baring our souls to each other
Can come to love?
Proximity?
You have shown me otherwise…
Souls are not bound, as are bodies
To a point of reference
On a geographical map
Nor should they be thought of
As bound by the laws that govern flesh
They are transcendent
Larger than human form
Which cannot hope to contain them
My soul lies beside you as you sleep
And it whispers to me in my dreams
Every wonderful detail
My soul’s arms ~ Such as they are
Hold you throughout the wheeling of stars
In a sky much like my own
We share proximity…
I feel your soul beside me when we speak
When I walk through my day…
Distance is all the separates us
The sun that shines upon you
Shines upon me
The stars that smile upon thee
Smile on me as well
The earth that carries you
Through the cold emptiness of space
Takes me with you
But most importantly
Our souls share a bond
That we have not as yet recognized
We are destined to love one another
And we wonder at this ~ How can this be?
We need only believe it is
For all else is madness
ELAshley
062801.013946.1
Prerequisite to the mingling of souls
You’ve changed my perspective…
I used to think touch paramount
To love, and the sharing of love, between lovers
You have shown me otherwise…
I hear the smile in your voice
And feel the pain in your words
I feel the soul you share with me
As naked as the day you were born
How is it we
A continent between us
Can feel such trust?
How is it we
Baring our souls to each other
Can come to love?
Proximity?
You have shown me otherwise…
Souls are not bound, as are bodies
To a point of reference
On a geographical map
Nor should they be thought of
As bound by the laws that govern flesh
They are transcendent
Larger than human form
Which cannot hope to contain them
My soul lies beside you as you sleep
And it whispers to me in my dreams
Every wonderful detail
My soul’s arms ~ Such as they are
Hold you throughout the wheeling of stars
In a sky much like my own
We share proximity…
I feel your soul beside me when we speak
When I walk through my day…
Distance is all the separates us
The sun that shines upon you
Shines upon me
The stars that smile upon thee
Smile on me as well
The earth that carries you
Through the cold emptiness of space
Takes me with you
But most importantly
Our souls share a bond
That we have not as yet recognized
We are destined to love one another
And we wonder at this ~ How can this be?
We need only believe it is
For all else is madness
ELAshley
062801.013946.1
Quiet
Sitting in my quiet room
Quiet heart, quiet soul
Smiles become talismans
Of light ~ Keeping me safe
Safe in her minds eye
Her in her world, I in mine
And my quiet room echoes
Of times yet to come
Where quiet hearts
Quiet souls
Can be as one
Joined in body, spirit
~ Life
Her smile a prophecy
And my dreams of love
~ Whole and pure
Together one day
In our quiet room
ELAshley
July 29, 2001 ~ 12:35pm
Quiet heart, quiet soul
Smiles become talismans
Of light ~ Keeping me safe
Safe in her minds eye
Her in her world, I in mine
And my quiet room echoes
Of times yet to come
Where quiet hearts
Quiet souls
Can be as one
Joined in body, spirit
~ Life
Her smile a prophecy
And my dreams of love
~ Whole and pure
Together one day
In our quiet room
ELAshley
July 29, 2001 ~ 12:35pm
Say Goodbye
When you and I were young and free
When the world was fresh, as too were we
I cried to you and you to me
In fear and hope of what would be
The sun was bright those yesteryears
Our toys were new and dark our fears
We were quick to smile and quick to tears
We were so young those bye-gone years
But time has come and passed us by
And there are times I sit and cry
For you have gone, and though I try
I cannot, my friend, say goodbye
You meant so much to me those days
My memory now is fraught with haze
But we drank our tea from silver trays
That, I remember, of yesterdays
ELAshley
January 30, 1988
For Dennis Banka
When the world was fresh, as too were we
I cried to you and you to me
In fear and hope of what would be
The sun was bright those yesteryears
Our toys were new and dark our fears
We were quick to smile and quick to tears
We were so young those bye-gone years
But time has come and passed us by
And there are times I sit and cry
For you have gone, and though I try
I cannot, my friend, say goodbye
You meant so much to me those days
My memory now is fraught with haze
But we drank our tea from silver trays
That, I remember, of yesterdays
ELAshley
January 30, 1988
For Dennis Banka
Signposts
The rules of the game
Are changing
As they've changed each day
Of thirty-eight years~
I feel closer to an answer
Closer to an end
Though it's significance eludes me still
~It's the bitter pill I swallow
And I wonder how it will end
Will I find what I seek?
Will answers more palatable
Adorn the plate laid before me?
But it seems time is of no concern
To the concerns that plague me
The importance of such things
But trifles to a god that does not care
The house I've built
This body of evidence
~Evidence that I've made a mark
Must one day be laid aside
Marked by a marker of it's own
A signpost
Inscribed to describe
With a name that is my own
And Time
Friend or Foe?
Another riddle to ponder, I fear
I fear... Time
And the weathering of signposts
ELAshley
030299.1259.1
Revised:
060399.1236.1
Are changing
As they've changed each day
Of thirty-eight years~
I feel closer to an answer
Closer to an end
Though it's significance eludes me still
~It's the bitter pill I swallow
And I wonder how it will end
Will I find what I seek?
Will answers more palatable
Adorn the plate laid before me?
But it seems time is of no concern
To the concerns that plague me
The importance of such things
But trifles to a god that does not care
The house I've built
This body of evidence
~Evidence that I've made a mark
Must one day be laid aside
Marked by a marker of it's own
A signpost
Inscribed to describe
With a name that is my own
And Time
Friend or Foe?
Another riddle to ponder, I fear
I fear... Time
And the weathering of signposts
ELAshley
030299.1259.1
Revised:
060399.1236.1
The Dog at My Heel
Change it seems
Is to be my companion
Directing the course of my life
For now at least, but
The calls come less frequent
The messages far and few;
Words from the voice of promise
'Rudderless!' it cries to me
'No,' I say
Though the voice remain silent
The promise is there
Change would define my fear
Were it not for her
Each time we speak
Change and I
I gain a little more ground
I am not as powerless
As I once was
And Change is perplexed
Who are you? It asks
Don’t you know? I laugh
Having led me blind four decades
Don’t you know?
For you have surely shaped the man I am
But no more
You left the clay wet
And now she has found me
And has drawn me out
Found the shape of my soul
That part I hid from you
Though I cannot feel her hands on me
Wet and shaping,
Turning my life upon her wheel
These are changes I welcome
Your hands never sought to hold me
Feel for the shape of my soul
She loves the work of her hands
Has allowed my life to take what shape it would
And she longs to stir her soul with mine
You do not
You have lost
The changes you sought to bring…
Her hands are upon me now
Not yours
It’s her voice I hear
Take her from me if you can
But I will never be yours again
No more
She has shaped strength
Imparted confidence
And kneaded desire into my heart
My life
My soul
And that is what she is to me
The culmination of every hope and dream
You are merely Change
To be respected
But feared no more
She is life and love and hope and prayer
Happiness and fulfillment
And when she is ready
She will fire my heart
Seal my shape at last
And I will be what she has made me ~
A man who loves
And cherishes her very life
A man who desperately loves her
Who has felt her hands on his heart
Heard her voice in his soul
It is inevitable
That you should dog my every step
It is what you are
A panting beast without care
In search of the temporal
And those who believe
That change, though inevitable
Is invincible
ELAshley
2 September 2001
Is to be my companion
Directing the course of my life
For now at least, but
The calls come less frequent
The messages far and few;
Words from the voice of promise
'Rudderless!' it cries to me
'No,' I say
Though the voice remain silent
The promise is there
Change would define my fear
Were it not for her
Each time we speak
Change and I
I gain a little more ground
I am not as powerless
As I once was
And Change is perplexed
Who are you? It asks
Don’t you know? I laugh
Having led me blind four decades
Don’t you know?
For you have surely shaped the man I am
But no more
You left the clay wet
And now she has found me
And has drawn me out
Found the shape of my soul
That part I hid from you
Though I cannot feel her hands on me
Wet and shaping,
Turning my life upon her wheel
These are changes I welcome
Your hands never sought to hold me
Feel for the shape of my soul
She loves the work of her hands
Has allowed my life to take what shape it would
And she longs to stir her soul with mine
You do not
You have lost
The changes you sought to bring…
Her hands are upon me now
Not yours
It’s her voice I hear
Take her from me if you can
But I will never be yours again
No more
She has shaped strength
Imparted confidence
And kneaded desire into my heart
My life
My soul
And that is what she is to me
The culmination of every hope and dream
You are merely Change
To be respected
But feared no more
She is life and love and hope and prayer
Happiness and fulfillment
And when she is ready
She will fire my heart
Seal my shape at last
And I will be what she has made me ~
A man who loves
And cherishes her very life
A man who desperately loves her
Who has felt her hands on his heart
Heard her voice in his soul
It is inevitable
That you should dog my every step
It is what you are
A panting beast without care
In search of the temporal
And those who believe
That change, though inevitable
Is invincible
ELAshley
2 September 2001
Hubris of the god-Man
Prometheus unbound
His mind unfettered
And what need hath he of God
or Heaven?
What need hath this new Man
For Righteousness
or Redemption?
Like giants striding swiftly
Star to star
Galaxy to Galaxy
With power to hold the sun in hand
What need hath this man of God?
ELAshley
012306.111756.1
Written in response to having read an article about China's experiments with a working Tokamak reactor-- nicknamed 'Artificial Sun', a process of Deuterium - Tritium Fusion; and an article relating NASA's plans to experiment with a new type of dimensional "warp" engine that would allow a trip to Mars in just 3 hours -- a trip of 11 light years in only 80 days.
His mind unfettered
And what need hath he of God
or Heaven?
What need hath this new Man
For Righteousness
or Redemption?
Like giants striding swiftly
Star to star
Galaxy to Galaxy
With power to hold the sun in hand
What need hath this man of God?
ELAshley
012306.111756.1
Written in response to having read an article about China's experiments with a working Tokamak reactor-- nicknamed 'Artificial Sun', a process of Deuterium - Tritium Fusion; and an article relating NASA's plans to experiment with a new type of dimensional "warp" engine that would allow a trip to Mars in just 3 hours -- a trip of 11 light years in only 80 days.
Heliocentricity
How like the wind in winter
Icy knives to open the spine
~ Stem to stern, and every splinter
Between. The sun weakly shines
Low in the heavens, and Earth
Lying Back -- too close to his star
Longing for summer's wider berth
ELAshley
020101.100000.6
Unable to revise to my satisfaction, and deemed perfect on:
042001.122406.6
..::Original Comment::..
I enjoyed your poetry. You are quite talented. God Bless TLife
Posted by WishingforAntioch on 01/25/2006 03:14:09 PM
Icy knives to open the spine
~ Stem to stern, and every splinter
Between. The sun weakly shines
Low in the heavens, and Earth
Lying Back -- too close to his star
Longing for summer's wider berth
ELAshley
020101.100000.6
Unable to revise to my satisfaction, and deemed perfect on:
042001.122406.6
..::Original Comment::..
I enjoyed your poetry. You are quite talented. God Bless TLife
Posted by WishingforAntioch on 01/25/2006 03:14:09 PM
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