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Upon us might night at times descend
by Lane Wolleson
Upon us might night at times descend,
But always having fallen from within;
As darkness is visible without light,
Light may be known and without sight:
No man ever wanders that sees within,
For how might he be lost again -
This world not ours shows not the way
Leading outwards and always astray. Reunion
Reunion
by Lane Wolleson
When hearts are still and freed from beating,
Time to life past death shall be no longer fleeting
And souls behind flesh from none again may hide -
Doubt shall cease to love shown pure divide.
What once we hid will soon to all be shown
And peace for shame shall come as all to each is known;
For omnipotence, as one shall all again be born
Never to what we were from what we've become be torn.
- Poem 60717
Tormented by your sweet breath and kisses drawn
Between my interludes with you too long,
My madness flairs and bleeds on all,
Who in my hapless path do fall.
And Death adorns the half-alive
Like a whipping post; And I’m your slave
With welts and scars sun-dried
Praying in vain for a gritty grave.
A poet I am not, but yet I rest upon a blade
And search the hearts of passers-by
And one by dreadful one I feel our beauty fade:
Death for me awaits, as for you, do I.
- To Hearts That Each Day Ache and Bleed Anew
To hearts that each day ache and bleed anew,
Fear not the loveless, nor their daggers that coldly run hearts through:
Exposed and raw, greet each day with neither shield nor fear -
Hasten and hunt the rarest of the rarest of hearts for drawing nigh
So gently to your breast to whisper all so warm into their ear.
Know that love is a ledge on a mountain high and those who leap do often die;
But love, the grandest war most often lost is one to daily wage, with a peace its prize
That twinkles twixt two lovers' torrid, untamed eyes.
I pray no men, nor any man, has your gentle soul calloused,
But if it's so, then deeply drink the remedy of my heart, my sacred chalice -
An opiate for your soul and the giver of winged and wondrous dreams
With which your pains main in an instant wane and distant seam:
There is, my love, my dreams between us intertwined
And now and evermore into my life ahead I step to find
You by my eyes aglow and in my gaze entranced,
Where by my tongue or pen your soul knows but true romance.
- Hearts that each day burn, and bleed anew,
Must not fear the loveless, nor their daggers that coldly run hearts through;
But nude wake each morn without a shield nor fear -
And search again for the rarest of hearts to draw it nigh
So mightily to your breasts, to whisper into that ear - my ear,
That chance is a ledge on a mountain high - those who leap do die,
But love, the grandest war most often lost, is one to daily wage, with a peace its prize
That twinkles twixt two lover’s torrid, untamed eyes.
I pray no men, nor any man, have your gentle soul calloused,
But if its so, then drink deeply the remedy of my heart, my sacred chalice -
An opiate for your soul and a giver of winged and wondrous dreams
With which your pains may in an instant wane and distant seem:
There is, my love, my dreams between us intertwined
And now and evermore into my life ahead I step to find
You by my eyes aglow and in a daze entranced,
Where by my tongue or pen your soul is pierced by my novice, but true romance.
R. L. Wolleson
- A Kiss before Parting
Your shy approach and the spontaneity of that soft, soft kiss, and then the other,
Birthed hope enough to keep my heart forever a ‘flutter -
You shield your smoke’s flicker across which I’d whisper in mighty gales
To fan a flame to fuel a love for fairies’ tales.
If comfort at all in that moment in my arms you felt
Then quickly feel with me the bliss for which I’ve knelt;
For when a dreamer dreams so long of worlds away,
So likely in a trance alone he may insanely stay
Rlw
2004
- Life across your stare gleamed bright
And glistened off my soul that night.
In your eyes, calm and warm, my pride was humbled,
For into your arms I wilted and crumbled,
As into the Hand of Solace at rest upon my cheek.
A thorn, my heart does grow toward your cool, soft air,
Where for all the world, once vanished has all care:
Where with your touch, away did fade the bleak.
I was with you at peace; and now, a lover on my knees
Who woos with silly rhymes so your heart that I might please.
But ‘til we’re heart to heart, and your lips again I kiss
Eternity I fear shall pass! What cruel, sweet bliss -
To live this life and dream until at death the dream departs,
A dying dream that knew and loved your gentle heart.
Desire
Desire
Sweet desire, born of flesh and whim -
Despairing slave of prudish who’s and when’s -
Against all proper custom and tradition,
I write to you, my love, a whisper of sedition:
Shake loose, with me, the shackles of this ancient world’s opinion:
Find strength of soul and flex o’er the ancients your newly found dominion;
Kiss kisses freed upon my rebel lips -
And I, at first, shall rest my hungry hands so anxiously upon your hips;
But when that moan again I hear, and breathe from deep again I taste
All passions stifled shall suddenly make haste,
And wander in a chivalrous exploration of yearning -
For that which leaves your nerves afire and burning -
For that which exhausts, and leaves glowing and alive
Your soul, with the taste, I hope, that you for me derive.
Patriotism
There are those with lines,
And we call them free:
They do not cross them,
And they'll have them not crossed:
It is their climb -
My history
And future, too:
If I am few
I shall not fear
One single foe
Who in my final words
Can truth and freedom hear.
RLW
11-16-2013
To a Trench We Each Are Born
To a trench, we each are born,
Through life, down our walls are torn;
Now shoulder to shoulder and heel-to-toe,
With ears turned towards the whipping winds,
We wait for the whistle to blow
When over the top, the free must go;
Locked and fixed, hear history call,
And worry not about the fall
For the ground before us is free
Where patriots may fade away
To ever stand statuesque as glory tall.
RLW
July 16,2013
Wendy’s Song
By smiles and tender touches we’d never know
What all the tears we shed could never show -
A love that flesh and bone hid far away -
A love the lips of mortal man may never say.
The stars are ours, come some tomorrow;
We’ll hear the tunes that freed souls know:
As one across the universe expanse
We’ll twirl and on no star twice dance.
Each parting embrace would always fail -
Our love was far too great to ever tell;
The love behind our laughing eyes, a memory
Was not a drop in love's galactic sea.
The stars are ours, come some tomorrow;
We’ll hear the tunes that freed souls know:
As one across the universe expanse
We’ll twirl and on no star twice dance.
Death has come and now my love you’re gone -
Don’t worry though: Our time is yet to dawn:
Someday, someday, I’ll be with you free -
A crystal soul and love we’ll be.
The stars are ours, come some tomorrow;
We’ll hear the tunes that freed souls know:
As one across the universe expanse
We’ll twirl and on no star twice dance.
RLW
_____________________
Upon us might night at times descend
But always having fallen from within;
As darkness is visible without light,
Light may be known and without sight:
No man ever wanders that sees within,
For how might he be lost again -
This world not ours shows not the way
Leading outwards and always astray._____________________
Peace to you.....
Serene waters reflect perfectly sky,
The clouds, the sun, the birds that fly,
The stars, and the heavens far above:
Inside hearts, stilled, reflect do they love.
In this cruel wind, ever guard the still:
Any slight ripple within proves broken
A will as strong as but before spoken -
Torment rages and doubt in us spills.
To wherever within in comes this wind,
I journey now - go I without and go I within
That I may reflect perfectly day or night
That calmly unto death I take evil my fight.
September 1, 2014
RL Wolleson
Penance
Penance
From the heart of nothingness, from the center of that which cannot be,
A Spark! Light since and forevermore shall emanate to illuminate all:
Unprejudiced and pure, Love has fallen fair and forever so on all shall fall –
Gifted to dust, Life willed itself enshrined and confined ‘til by death again set free.
Innocent, flesh need pay no price for the Light to darkness fated:
Created were we; and by the captive within was this enigma dictated.
Life meant to shine ever straight and true, reflects ‘til our end within aglow:
For the madness of Light, chaos is ours to still so to truth and solace know –
Nature’s law writes the right, whether within our own unknown
Or far beyond what man has dreamt, and eons past what light has shown.
Conformity unto translucence is the penance for peace our souls must seek to pay
That Light and Life and Love now free may once more travel straight along their way.
RLW
12-15-12
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Reunion
When hearts are still and freed from beating,
Time to life past death shall be no longer fleeting
And souls behind flesh from none again may hide -
Doubt shall cease to love shown pure divide.
What once we hid will soon to all be shown
And peace for shame shall come as all to each is known;
For omnipotence as one shall all again be born
Never to what we were from what we become be torn.
Reunion
Reunion
When hearts are stilled and freed from beating,
Time to life past death shall be no longer fleeting;
Souls behind flesh from none again may hide -
And doubt shall cease to Love shown pure divide.
What once we hid will soon to all be shown
And peace for burden comes to all as all to each is known;
By omnipotence, as one shall we all again be born
Where never to what we were from what we've become be torn.
The Fear of Insignificance
Death and the Dream
Beyond control my heart’s desire
Burns inside as I’m on fire:
As flames flicker and vapors vanish, I for a dream do yearn,
But through this icy world, I fear I’ll fail to burn.
Just another unnamed star
Afloat beyond the darkness far:
Forever I wait with mortal pain
With hope to in an instant wane
From where the light does not reflect –
From where, so numbed, the warmth I can’t detect.
So young am I, it seems,
To perish with a dream
That lies but steps into the morrow,
Where I, alone, shall fall and reap no sorrowFear
There's nothing left to fear,
For evil afar is evil near:
Darkness in hearts lives everywhere,
Dormant in most, but it's always there:
Those who sleep not when awake
Know mans' heart by history did break-
By nothing seen now should we scare,
And not in sleep should seep nightmares.
Fear
There's nothing left to fear,
For evil afar is evil near:
Darkness in hearts lives everywhere,
Dormant in most, but it's always there:
Those who sleep not when awake
Know mans' heart by history did break-
By nothing seen now should we scare,
And not in sleep should seep nightmares.
The Justification for Revolution
The Justification for Revolutiton _________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________
Of the many quandaries that I have pondered and wrestled with over the past 20 years is the problem of determining that course of action for myself and for my country which is most appropriate to guarantee and to perpetuate the rights of the individual and to safeguard and enhance the liberty with which we exercise those rights.
There are two courses of action that we may pursue to this end. The ideal course of action is the utilization of our democratic republic’s legislative process. Also among the courses of action available to Americans for preserving our rights and liberty is revolution.
America's economic and monetary policies are condemning millions of our fellow citizens to chronic joblessness as inflationary pressures diminish living standards. Our fiscal policy has for generations to come indebted us by more than $17,000,000,000.00. Our economic, monetary, and fiscal policies are preventing millions of citizens’ from attaining a higher standard of living. These policies are now forcing millions to revert and to re-assume a standard of living below that to which they had become accustomed. The individual’s ability to become increasingly more independent and freer has become greatly hindered. For citizens dependent upon welfare programs, the possibility of attaining financial independence has become more distant and elusive.
To impede the path to liberty is to enslave the citizenry.
America’s economic, monetary, and fiscal policies are dismantling a nation constituted for liberty and enslaving a people born free. However, a bad policy is not necessarily indicative of a malevolent policy. Just because policies produce undesirable outcomes doesn’t mean that these outcomes are by the design and intent of the policy. Bad policy can be changed by the utilization of our constitutional legislative process. In order to eliminate such impediments to liberty as economic, fiscal, and monetary policies, our legislative process is appropriate and desirable.
Revolution rejects the utilization of the legislative process for the preservation of the rights and liberty of individuals. A citizenry may choose revolution when it does not have faith in the efficacy of its democratic institutions and processes. There are conditions that merely provide rationalizations for revolution. There are conditions that JUSTIFITY revolution and sanction it as THE moral course of action. As America exists now, revolution would be just and it would be moral. Our government was constituted to govern according to the will of the governed. The will of we the people is now disregarded. However, mere disregard by government of the will of the people is not sufficient to justify revolution, though it does predicate the conditions of justification.
Sanction and justification for revolution is afforded the people by government actions and inaction that not only fail to conform to the will of the people to be free, but that are also contrary and antagonistic to the will of the people and that are increasingly restrictive of the liberty to exercise rights that are unalienable. Government institutions are disregarding the will of the people and are also increasingly restrictive of our liberty. Revolution is now justifiable. Revolution is not advocated. Should the people deem it necessary to revolt,... <<<<<< N.B from Jumbotweet: auto-truncated at 4K characters on index page - Click here or on the "view" link to see entire jumbotweet! http://www.jumbotweet.com/ltweets/view/88727Americans and the Right
Americans and the Right
It is always all on the line,
There is but black, and white:
A man is now as a man through all time-
A man is for truth and an undying right!
What is a man by this world born yet?
But the free man and his willing bayonet.
Americans and the Right
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Americans and the Right
It is always all on the line,
There is but black, and white:
A man is now as a man through all time-
A man is for truth and an undying right!
What is a man by this world born yet?
But the free man and his willing bayonet.
America's Ills
It is not America's indebtedness; it is not the threat of economic collapse or drastic currency devaluation; it is not the waves of illegal immigrants lawlessly entering our country; it is not laziness or high unemployment; it is not the foretold calamity that is now our healthcare system; it is not the grip of addiction or the breakdown of the American family; it is not hedonism or spiritual decay; it is not apathy; it is not a forgotten creed or a lack of courage with which to defend it; there is one threat so grave of wickedly ill intent waging war against America and it seeks nothing less than absolute defamation and utter destruction of our nation. Never in our history have we known such a hateful nemesis with a venomous lethality as the slithering slime Barack Obama. This malcontent is a seething and loathsome deceiver, an unrelenting divider both domestically and internationally. He is an intentional inciter of the ignorant and irrationally impassioned to violence. Much more blood will flow unnecessarily and undeterred by America in the Middle East, and it will flow around the world, as it will flow here. This pathetic man's carelessness and passivity can only be interpreted by jihadists and would-be terrorists as a loving and open-armed invitation to bring with them their bloodlust to our homeland to slaughter Americans and to bleed our land red from sea to shining sea.The State of Humanity
Every drawn and quartered soul
Wonders were we ever once whole,
Our pieces now stretch too far apart:
Is there an us for which to even start?
Our hastened end delivers death slow -
At times no good are dreams to know.American Premonition
Overwhelmed, I'm driven far from me;
From the beyond and from within I see:
Were I clairvoyant, of what I see I'd tell,
I'd warn how peoples fall and fell:
I'd show neither in riddle nor in rhyme
How it has happened time after time -
Always from within does it come first,
Always within do wounds bleed worst -
Hemorrhaging what is common to all,
What chaos comes before the fall!
Disordered in disarray, law disappears-
Fright grips all as the end comes near,
For nothing stands as it always stood,
Protecting from evil all that is good.Dreamers
Dreamers have come and gone
Yet dreams, a Gift, belong
Forever on the tongues of men,
And deep in the heart of man,
By eyes unseen, untouched by hand,
Pure, and ever to into heavens ascend
The Prism Through Which to Observe Government
The Prism Through Which to View Government.
Truly legitimate, constitutional government policies are but means with the liberty of we the people as their sole ends.
Any government policies, with a greater dependence of our citizenry upon government as a characteristic, must always and absolutely be viewed as means not to some contemporary end, but rather as a means to some other dark, and as of yet unspoken end.
This is not cynicism. This is not paranoia. This is vigilance.
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When hearts are still and freed from beating,
Time to life past death shall be no longer fleeting
and souls behind flesh from none again may hide -
Doubt shall cease to love shown pure divide.
What once we hid will soon to all be shown
And peace for burden shall come as all to each is known;
For omnipotence as one shall all again be born
Never to what we were from what we become be torn.
x
To the Wayside Cemetery at Dawn
With the anguish and uncertainty of my marrow, I have awakened once more,
so I travel to meet it for the dawn -
to a land of Wollesons and Wollersons, of Sullivans and Hodges;
I travel to a land afloat upon a sea of dry blood
Perhaps the grass once stretched far and full here.
But now it is but a blanket, threadbare here and there,
To the chills of ash and dust.
Through patches of earth, through the very pores of stone,
Dawn is now arisen to find
Their grasp upon the day a’ glare.
Our joys and sufferings are theirs
As much as they are mine and ours.
Between a rusted mold and an unshaped future
Man is mortified and still.
When can tomorrow be ours alone?
Where but your wisest whispers and gentlest touches stand?
The sun is bright now,
Too bright to see
Without the blinding pain.
The day, still young, draws me on,
Yet I am certain of uncertainty alone.
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Across a field of wheat by which I travel to the day
Pocks despair this April week’s winds and rains:
Rise and face this day proud
For the mind is the engineer of empires
And the soul is time itself - the conqueror of history,
And the champion of death.
Patriotic Poems
Patriotic Poems
May we all who have never for America even one drop bled
Hear at once the horn’s song sung for each of freedom’s dead:
And awed, may we the living resolve to stand for which they fell
And to each with courage until our grave the cost of liberty tell.
____
What thoughts were last in the minds of two -
So brave who fought, then heard, and knew
Their lives were not by evil in Benghazi taken,
But left alone, outnumbered and forsaken?
____
I hear coming - the hooves,
and I hear shouting from the roofs;
coming quick, and coming near,
rides again a Paul Revere -
he comes at night for the right
to live as good souls might
_________________
yesterday's song, it’s a'singing
from free mens' lips, the bell's a'ringing;
and in my heart, I am recalling
all those freed by those now fallenPatriotic Poems & 1 Miscellaneous one
May we all who have never for America even one drop bled
Hear at once the horn’s song sung for each of freedom’s dead:
And awed, may we the living resolve to stand for which they fell
And to each with courage until our grave the cost of liberty tell.
____
What thoughts were last in the minds of two -
So brave who fought, then heard, and knew
Their lives were not by evil in Benghazi taken,
But left alone, outnumbered and forsaken?
____
I hear coming - the hooves,
and I hear shouting from the roofs;
coming quick, and coming near,
rides again a Paul Revere -
he comes at night for the right
to live as good souls might
_________________
yesterday's song, it’s a'singing
from free mens' lips, the bell's a'ringing;
and in my heart, I'm recallin'
all those freed by those now fallen
___________________
To a trench, we each are born,
By life, down our walls are torn;
Now shoulder to shoulder and heal-to-toe
With ears turned to the mad tornadic winds,
We wait for the whistle to blow
When over the top, the free must go;
Locked and fixed, hear history call
And worry not about the fall -
That ground before us is free
Where men may fade away
But statuesque to ever stand glory tall.
___________________________
Forever is the Duty of the Free
For stripes blood red and those reflecting light,
For stars that guide each day my way;
God grant a peace of soul and will of might
To charge with banner high exposed to day;
Grant calm resolve to pierce the fear of fatal pain
From evil that through clear skies does reign.
Life and Love have cured me of mortal death -
This dying flesh of mine to liberty belongs,
Gifted gladly to serve with pride 'til my last breath:
I pray to with me take the pains of wrongs
Of evil men, and to my final rest their ways unjust -
If to be I am no more, freedoms dreamt forever must!
________________________
To the Wayside Cemetery at Dawn
With the anguish and uncertainty of my marrow, I have awakened once more,
so I travel to meet it for the dawn -
to a land of Wollesons and Wollersons, of Sullivans and Hodges;
I travel to a land afloat upon a sea of dry blood
Perhaps the grass once stretched far and full here.
But now it is but a blanket, threadbare here and there,
To the chills of ash and dust.
Through patches of earth, through the very pores of stone,
Dawn is now arisen to find
Their grasp upon the day a’ glare.
Our joys and sufferings are theirs
As much as they are mine and ours.
Between a rusted mold and an unshaped future
Man is mortified and still.
When can tomorrow be ours alone?
Where but your wisest whispers and gentlest touches stand?
The sun is bright now,
Too bright to see
Without the blinding pain.
The day, still young, draws me on,
Yet I am certain of uncertainty alone.
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Across a field of wheat by which I travel to the day
Pocks despair this April week’s winds and rains:
Rise and face this day proud
For the mind is the engineer of empires
And the soul is time itself - the conqueror of history,
And the champion of death.
The Human Condition
From the instant of birth, man is a thinking being. And from the very first moment that we begin experiencing the external world, we begin differentiating and categorizing all the various stimuli systematically into an ordered body of knowledge. And we differentiate the people we experience from one another and categorize them accordingly; and subsequently, we differentiate ourselves from all others, creating for ourselves our very own category, our own sense of individuality - our ego. It is therefore neither a flaw nor a deviancy of humanity that we be divided and separated spiritually from one another. And we all experience this separation to varying degrees due to the different numbers of categories that each of us has created for the rest of humanity, and because of the relative, though illusory, permanence of those categories that each of us created while differentiating men from men and ourselves from man. It is thus the human condition that every individual by his very nature to some extent perceives that he is distinct and thus alone.
And the ego is not exclusively what many of us have come to believe it to be as when exhibited by the typical “egotistical” individual with an exaggerated sense of self-worth. The ego of some individuals, albeit less common, can have the effect of making them feel inferior to others. In truth, the ego is the manifestation of the illusory differences that we erected between ourselves and others.
Identifying the reason for our loneliness is also acknowledgement that we are all in fact far more similar to one another by our universal sufferance of the same malady. For a greater spiritual connection to man, one may choose to lessen the sense of alienation; but, we may never eliminate it entirely, and we will obviously never know personally the thoughts and feelings of others because the spirits of men are separated by the insurmountable walls of flesh.
Just as the Enlightenment liberated Western Civilization with reason and with natural rights and the equality of man, individuals may choose to pursue their very own enlightenment along the path to an ego-less experiencing of life for an ever- increasing connection to one another.
The endeavor to minimize one’s ego does not demand the sacrifice of one’s individuality. It seeks but to minimize those illusions of difference to which our natural learning process gave form.The Horns' Song
May we all who have never for America even one drop bled
Hear at once the horn’s song sung for each of freedom’s dead:
And awed, may we the living resolve to stand for which they fell
And to each with courage until our grave the cost of liberty tell.
RLW
5-25-13
The Fallacy of Marxism
Karl Marx made an assumption that is the foundation of Marxist theory. By the third page of his 1848 pamphlet, “Manifesto for the Communist Party”, Marx theorizes that “the history of all hitherto existing society is the history of class struggle”. Whether or not his assumption is factual is not really important. However, it should come as no surprise that the political tactics of the modern-day collectivists are by design divisive as to create the very social discord and resentment that they hope will give rise to the irrational cry of the masses for the institution of Marxist economic policy. Fostering social division and stoking hostility is as essential to Marxist philosophy as reverence for individual liberty is to capitalism. Recognize and resist those dark forces that seek to pit American against American.
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