Prose, I now am going to write a bit....

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Going to post this one written six years ago and afterwards write a few new ones..--Tyr


Below The Raging Storm


Below the raging storm
The loud winds crying out
Earth braces for raging onslaught
Trees await their broken limbs
Mankind watches with usual fears,

Amidst plunging-hard rains
Life scatters to find good cover
And ground soaks up eager raindrops,

From this new danger's fruits
Its deaths to later gift anew
In flooded ponds, streams and rivers
Miracles born from malignant skies
That which mankind oft marvels at.

For man's fears eat away his depths
Gnaw into dying marrow and cracked bones
Seeding night with darkest powers
And chimera's that oft invade peace
Alas, mortal flesh finds its wailing curse
The self inflicted stabs from fear's daggers -

Bringing shadows, vanity's cancerous mouths birth,
Wading echoes driven by false expectations.

Robert J. Lindley, 9-17- 2013
Prose, ( Storms, Life, Death, Destruction And Rebirth )

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

O' That Our Sad And Vain Glories Wouldst Suffice

O' that our sad and vain glories wouldst suffice
to soothe our nightmare moods, their poisoned queries
angry shadows that prowl long and empty corridors
seeking joy at any precious costs
Alas! Sweet promise that sets its hidden traps
eager for the follies of man-made schemes
steeped within weakness and failed hopes, darkness of flesh and bones
and fated to stagger in blindness of lust and deep decay!

O' that heart and soul could once truly join
to walk upright in radiance of truth and light
dance under moon's warmth giving rays
sing to its cheerful gifting arc
and praise its glory that shines for us all.

O' that darkness lost its deceiving powers
turning to ash from fires long since smothered
in the rise of mortal reach and wisdom beyond,
beyond mere existence and vanity compounded by Fate's hand
thus scale to soaring heights once given to Olympic Gods
devoid of tempestuous failing's, they all too sadly embraced.

Robert J. Lindley, 5-18-2019
Prose, ( The Harshest Reality- That Mankind Refuses To Learn )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

How Can The Blinded Ever Bear To See

Above drudgery of this life
skies just begging to be seen
sun sends its warmth and its hello
to a humanity that oft wanders blind,
in its glories rotten to its core.
What shouts out in sorrows and in epic pains
none but retributions and loss of sweet hope
born by a mad walk down vanity's darkest path
complete with arrogance of want to be gods!

Above the Dragon that lies in wait
its sharp claws spoiled with dried bloods
its legions prowling for pleasures they need
world rewarding as such merit thus calls-
to misery, sacrifices fruits of death.
How can the blinded ever bear to see
morbid curse they adore and truly embrace
for mortal souls lounge in festering ponds
and moan in silence among valleys of midnight calls!

Above pits of cavernous despairs
man races into his welcoming abyss
his heart chained to selfish desires
mind a cage of ego driven exasperation,
poison arrows sent to pierce truth.
When will life's beauty, its powers happily reveal
to a mad herd claiming gems born of darkness
and at dawn's rise plead for their well hidden masks
so as no stray mirror dares shines most feared truth!

Robert J. Lindley, 7-17-2019
Prose, ( What Time And Truth May One Day Reveal )

Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2019

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Strange the waves that oft surge within dream seas
views of dark pits and direst moaning pleas
anguish born from travels on earth's darken paths
and saddest sorrows, fruits of divine wrath.---------Tyr

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Wading Echoes Driven By False Expectations

Below the raging storm
The loud winds crying out
Earth braces for raging onslaught
Trees await their broken limbs
Mankind watches with usual fears,

Amidst plunging-hard rains
Life scatters to find good cover
And ground soaks up eager raindrops,

From this new danger's fruits
Its deaths to later gift anew
In flooded ponds, streams and rivers
Miracles born from malignant skies
That which mankind oft marvels at,

For man's fears eat away his depths
Gnaw into dying marrow and cracked bones
Seeding night with darkest powers
And chimera's that oft invade peace
Alas, mortal flesh finds its wailing curse
The self inflicted stabs from fear's daggers,

Bringing shadows, vanity's cancerous mouths birth,
Wading echoes driven by false expectations.

Robert J. Lindley, 7-19-2019
Prose