I Am So Tired and Have Forgotten The Way

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When these of toiled distraction rob our sleep. And the world seems torn peek to deep And father and son are rallied against Yet in frailty have simply tried to resist I am so tired and have forgotten the way I am so tired and have forgotten the way So here I sit or maybe there I let time flow and I craft with care An odd here and an end there The mind, it …

Ignore The Divine

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With an intricacy of light and a web of quantum strands.This reality stands and seemingly embraces a plan.Though man can conceive of chaos indeed. His own bedtime story involves a mind that perceives. Nothing is beyond an imagination not yet contained.Sept for the mixing and rearranging of what is already made.To reach in and call forth some beautiful strain. And though there be doubt proclaim and refrain. There is but darkness in the soul of …

The Wall of Fog Does Churn and Reach

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If the wall of fog does churn and reach If it breaks revealing the sun If creepy entropy robs my marrow If I find myself in peaceful rest If everything I own was suddenly dust If everything I own was suddenly gold If I captured a sunrise in a poem If I alienated everyone I know If it was suddenly illegal to be me If I am celebrated on high Though I be blessed Though …

Creator of Leaves – A Poem

Creator of Leaves - A poem - Aaron Blakeley- Blogger Writer Poet

Once in a restaurant after eating morning rays illuminating distant trees I lamented my being, not in the forest amongst the leaves How desire burned in me a deep sigh I have heaved from my responsibility, I longed for a moments reprieve And not to nap or be entertained To get lost in the embrace of nature and to consider the creator of this creature For in me and surely in you a wild abandon does …

Deaths Nest – A Poem

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This is for children that I have seen Their legs move, and their frames careen Across the earth, till they lay to rest At a desk chair which is actually deaths nest.

Heart Full of Leaves

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I do no rake my yard I do not mow it My wife loves a clean kept place, but my heart longs for nature to take all that order we people produce and dash it with attrition and careful vines that reach and stretch and crush and nash and mince and rot and grow and change and mature and die   With my heart full of leaves and light peeking through trees and a mind focused …

White Robes, Read and Black Armor – Poem

Bathed in light - Poem by Aaron Blakeley

The lights are fluorescent The children are bored bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor It is a lovely game, Defend! Block and break brown and tope skin bathed evenly in White robes, red and black armor Little bodies, move and grow Disciplined with play skill not yet learned bathed evenly White robes, red and black armor They are warriors! Prepare! the world for us parental beasts It is hard and bathed evenly in …

The Great Cloth – Poem

The Great Cloth - Poem By Aaron Blakeley

I have seen a great cloth covering my light pin holes in the black cloth in constellations like stars what if I was like that me a cloth covering the light inside every like I chose to touch was another pin hole constellations form one source of light