The Prose and Poetry of JDeVereS

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The Journeyman 

The breeze that ruffles my hair, brings with it a call to my wandering spirit.

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I have been a blind man, groping in the darkness of unenvisioned thought.

Through cresting waves of consciousness, I seek those truths that lie beyond the scope of mortal definition.

In open quest, I wander the wasteland of existence, seeking a single pool of calm - a bastion amid the turmoil of everyday existence.

Carelessly, I follow the precarious path of a rainbow hoping at the end lies my pot of gold - the treasure of a life well spent!

I am the Journeyman

Down a worn dusty road, where time takes leave to pause,  I count the posts upholding the barbed wires strand of confinement - and cry

To consider the beauty of unlimited space - the wonder of untamed lands and minds.

I envision the world as it was intended to be - free and abounding with unshackled LIFE!

I grieve at the thought of my soul being captured in the doldrums of complacency.

I am the Journeyman

Alone on the peak of crested mountains, far from the need of civilized acceptance, I breathe in the fresh chilling air.

I cross through the desert with a spring in my stride rapidly moving toward the birth of tomorrow.

In melancholy discontent, I throw back my head and gaze at the stars as tears flow freely from my eyes.

Thrusting my arms upward, I pray for the wings of Hermes, with which I might give challenge to the heavens.

I am the Journeyman

Boys turn and stare as I pass, young men nod respectfully, while the ancient curse and profane - that I would dare to be different.

My boots are covered with the dust, of an infinite number of worlds, marking the inroads of my mind.

My eyes have seen sights heretofore never seen and my heart is as free as the wind, open to all the world.

I am the spirit of youth!

I AM THE JOURNEYMAN!

 
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LOVE

It is my belief that LOVE is the greatest reality.

Of the three great truths -

LIFE -

Death -

and Love -

Life is a moment in eternity

Love is eternity born in this moment of Life!

 
 
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TRUTH

I did dare to conceive that I was more than folds of mortal flesh captured in the swirling haze of civilized acceptance.

I did dare to conceive that somewhere in my mind there lurked a distant part of God urging us to higher things than wombs of solid stone.

I did dare to conceive that I might - for a moment - rise above this level of corporeal existence and glimpse the formless pillars of eternities' estates.

I did dare to conceive and in this act of conception - witnessed the birth of truth!

OF ALL CREATIVE ARTS 

THE GREATEST WROUGHT

IS A LIFE WELL-LIVED!

Garibaldi Oregon
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ONLY THE BRAVE

Only the brave

know love

For the faint of heart

afraid of hurt

It is

and shall remain

AN IMPOSSIBLE DREAM!

 
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BEAUTY

 

How frightening the spider

large and glistening in the sun

Yet, reflecting the complexities of life

How wonderous a web of silk

spread through a great endeavor

Hanging  heavy with morning dew

when struck by the  golden light of dawn

LOOK BENEATH THE SURFACE

BEAUTY IS IN CREATION

NOT FORMATION

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Angelic Reflections

CREATIVE ACTION

As a rule, the beauty of creative action is far more eloquent than the spoken word

However, without Dreamers, those who see the yet to be - Life is a stale tomb of eternal redundance

Pertrified by visionless antiquity into cold and useless stone. 

 
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THE POETRY OF LIFE

There is a poetry to LIFE

A rhythm of soft spoken verse

Uncluttered by the need of civilized acceptance

its pace is constant with the flow of the universe

Owing its truth only to the fulfillment of divine purpose

Born in the womb of simplistic grace

It's silken folds of flowing length

Follow in deft alignment

The contours of our lives

Tracing the images of our souls

In water color vistages of LIFE

transcending DEATH!

As a rule, the beauty of creative action is far more eloquent than the spoken word

However, without Dreamers, those who see the yet to be - Life is a stale tomb of eternal redundance

Pertrified by visionless antiquity into cold and useless stone.