A Handful of Words by C.E. Vance (feel good books .TXT) 📖

Sullen Sorrow

Weeping eyes dwell within -
temples of sullen sorrow.
Falling tears on earthen dust,
mold the visions of their morrow.

Crumbling clumps of drying clay,
awaited destine of mournful shrines.
Woeful children in sanctum's hold -
sip cups filled with bitter wines.

Tainted brews of despairing fate,
stirred by willing hands of shame.
Each small portion greedily poured,
not one server accepts the blame

Abundant treasures in kingdom's hoard,
benevolence for hope ever denied.
Weary temples topple and fall -
consumed by tears that they've cried.

 Sanctums arrive imaging God,
blind pretense curses them all.
Uncaring depths of shallow souls,
turn about to suffering's call.

 
Wail of children beyond clear sight,
considered burdens few pretend to see.
Self-indulgent hail the pennies pledged,
loathsome smirch to each dying plea.

Tending touch brings eternal's scorn,
death creeps inside bedding's rest
Makeshift pillows of sordid dread-
mocks the comfort of mothers breast

Trembled lament pierces the sky,
cradled in arms is the child she bore.
Shell of misery splattered with tears,
a bit of clay crumbles once more.

Haughty fascists with defiled hands,
heaping measures gathered to own.
Pity the tumbled without a hope,
come all forward off your throne.

Children cry from hunger's keep,
life is lost to trickles shared.
Lesson the sorrows formed in tears,
sanctum's temples all be spared.

C.E.Vance

Schizophrenic Metaphor

Into the depths of my death,

a world where I reside

Pitch within light’s rising,

Waits the damned for these eyes

 

Voices from whore’s demons,

giving birth to my demise

Creeping inside are nightmares,

following close in steadily stay

 

Nowhere inside nether’s reach,

sanctum void of anguished screams

Pleading for cease to calling echoes,

rapture mocks me on my knees

 

Blood dripped off shepherd’s brow,

granted forgiveness avoids  hell’s fate

Gracing solace before your grave,

but angel’s kingdom forgot my name

 

Condemned to realm of tortured souls,

thoughts exist with constant screams

From left to right an illusion’s maze,

so speaks judgment’s absent proof

 

Hall of tortures paused in time,

bound by shackles to the wall

Blackened souls to taunt each fear,

grimaced faces become my own

 

View of world beneath façade,

horrid scenes curse my sight

come wraith of wails to haunt  the gaze,

a cast off  shroud reveals yours too

 

Hidden thoughts of screaming dire,

I assume each fear evoked to mind

Repeated in mirrors that never cease,

my madness shouts in constant drone

 

Formidable foe is touch me not

I cringe in surrounding’s ominous clutch

Obsessions vex with sieging flood,

clinging tight in the water’s rush

 

Washing away these tears I hide,

allows no witness for my faults

Approaching near behind my back,

your eyes I feel in constant follow

 

C.E.Vance

Remembrance

Homage to child, graces emitting from a star;
wonderment in sky, a gleaming beacon's light
Across sandy dunes, travel men of wise;
paced shadows of three, bearing gifts in the night

A shepherd to flock, prompting journey's path;
inside a stable's berth, kingdom's sanctum lies
Temple of purity, a refuge for repentant souls;
doorway now opened, sanctified in Heaven's eyes

From mother's womb, divine salvation bloomed;
image of Son, holy with Father as one
His destined fate, scourges in morrow wait;
under impending sun, God's final will be done

On arrival's hour, the child is herald in song;
choir beneath halos rejoice a promise fulfilled
Prophecy spoken, unscathed by passing time;
with greeting to dawn, the ordained revealed

Through Glory's might, Christ the savior is born;
resurrection's birth granted to mother's keep
Come followed years, a thorny crown to bear;
From cross on Calvary, the Father turns to weep

Homage to child, celebration of hallowed night;
life everlasting granted by his final tears
Bundled in swaddle, Jesus, is his name;
Heaven's brightest star, founder of Christmas cheers

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In Wonderment

Tied ribbons into bows to adorn your hair,
silken sheen with swishes in swirling air
Knotted streams of scarlet for tresses of gold -
braided with highlights from a sunrise on hold

Spangles for a jewel untouched by time,
score of beauty - like winds into a chime
Nimble and spry, lovely merriment's show,
proving angels do fly in a halo's glow

Ruffles and pleats forming garments to wings,
with extended arms - a world of magic sings
Tiptoeing in step to a roundabout ode,
eyes filled in wonderment as dreams unfold

Past castles for kings awaits a far dell,
love me or not, daisy's petals will tell
One by one, plucked betwixt finger and thumb,
whispers seek a favored heart in the sum

To where flowers beckon, and blossoms speak,
all in a land of imagined mystique
Traveling to faraway - new worlds appear
even the face on the moon approaches near

Exhaled long breaths - as fantasies come in sight
playtime gives chase to another day's delight
Nary a care on paths to make believe,
wherein lies your own beauty - for you to see

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I Am

Beneath a veil created by darkness for night,

mystical scenes in colorful cascading skies

In regions far - belonging to dreamland wonders,

adorning visions capture the essence past eyes

 

Beset by ambrosia in every hint of air,

mind’s transcension reaches beyond earthly bounds

Paradise unfolds in consciousness of the deep,

another life begins within the sights and sounds

 

Spirit of will nurtured like seeds to a field,

come awakened blossoming showered by light

Abundance quenched by the trickle of many streams,

from shallows to depths fulfilling each daily plight

 

Soul in the making, shining like the rising sun,

wandering through time before childhood’s dawn

Spread of wings on winds across heavenly ways,

the remnants of grandeur given in birth- carry on

 

Inside the firmament to where your kingdom lies,

surpassing direst dusk to form the  brightest star

Hold on to shimmer ‘less abyss becomes the night,

in reality of  dreams the light is who you are

 

Shared like a whisper in quietest drawn breath,

depictions in sleep being  familiar as one’s own

With morning’s nudge - all dwindles to yonder’s while,

fleeting are the memories of a  place once known

 

Within far heavens, gazing upon yourself,

slumber finds  you in a land belonging to heart

Created He, the soul in beginning and hereafter,

Lay you to sleep, view all from the start

 

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Harvest

A sweep of winds through the thistles,

send seeds adrift in a cottony cloud.

All scatter aloft to sow the lea,

to await the spring 'neath  winter's shroud.

 

Ushered is autumn - from summer's sun,

start of the season requesting its reign.

Arrival for harvesting nature's blooms,

spreading new life across the terrain.

 

In moons of September's - evening chills,

fate of foliage - wanes like the light.

Mornings that glistens in covered frost,

brings shades of wilt before next night.

 

From brittle stems to barren boughs,

a granted destiny - every fall.

Days that bear ripened grains,

ages of wisdom to nurture all.

 

Throughout the expanse of fertile lands,

seedlings nestle in untilled grounds.

With reach stretching to open skies,

the harvest from autumn abounds.

 

C.E.Vance