Ah the Theatre!
Magical and Marvelous
The best spent ev’nings
Ah the Theatre!
Fun, Full of Frivolity
Nights of wonder, Yes
Ah the Theatre!
Glorious and bygone days
Friendships stay the time
Ah the Theatre!
Rehearse! Block! Prepare! Perform!
All the world’s your stage
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Love is not a thing of which to make light!
Love is the greatest of all the muses
Love brings Rhyme that refuses all reason
Love makes time sift through all of the seasons.
If Love were a song, it could make men weep
If Love could be painted, what a landscape
Then it would be, a masterpiece truly
A swirl of color! Greater Galaxies
Hath not been made than all those ones with Love’s
True stars’ embrace. More powerful a force,
Even than Gravity, such strength has Love.
Love has no meter nor any measure
The greatest pronouncements cannot define
Love’s depth is vaster than Poets can say
Show not scorn for Love, but treat it in kind
For when a lover holds someone in mind
Such wonderment you shall ne’er again find
As strong and bold as two lovers can bind
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Love, O vile temptress that doth sway my moods
Into palest threads of purity. Why?
Must you dislodge ev’ry mote of reason?
Must you chain my brain through ev’ry season?
If I be truly a man, and I am,
Then I’m beholden to Love’s perverse laugh
Her tender hand has not a gentle touch
Her sweet voice speaks words that soothe not my ears
Ah, Love! For she, surely a fool I’ll be
Against my will and opposed to my creed
She takes all I want, my soul she does haunt
She delights at my scorn, and scorns my needs
Love is not a Lover, No! she is Foul.
Love is a murderess, a black widow
Slaying emotion, stifling compassion
Boys croon and girls swoon at Love’s wolfish growl.
To fall in love, truly, be a pox on man
Fatal distractions most painful of all
Would that we were but rational beings
Love’s lethal lullaby needn’t lead to a Fall
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Two men of like mind
Took journeys into Debate
On subjects of God
Life Lives and men breathe
Can this be Coincidence?
So much Random chance?
God? A pretty thought
In practice, Dim, Impotent
Better thoughts have I
Thoughts are effortless
‘Tis rightfully so they be
God makes Gifts of them
Imaginary
Frivolous Children’s Whimsy
It cannot hold true
How else to Explain
A Truth of Nature be Life
Gladly, I believe
Pale, petty, pointless
Proving pitifully plain
Pray’rs paint no pictures
A sadness, to Me
You choose not to share my light?
Your Paintings are Dark
Be not dissuaded
Follow no path but your own
‘Tis what makes you great.
Two men of like mind
Took journeys into Debate
On subjects of God
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Are you Gods, Angels, shining points of hope?
Do you possess meaning or are you stale?
Do you shimmer at my gaze alone
Or shine selfishly ‘pon your lofty Throne?
Wistfully I turn my sight to the sky
Longingly I wish on all ye old kings
If you could but hear my solemn prayer
Then may-hap I could present myself bare
But a wish, so granted, would be for naught
A gift I would squander, and fall from grace
Losing sight of my earnings, all my gains
So keep your sparkling gifts, O lofty kings
Be not the engine of my avarice
I pray thee, tempt me no more, Night-born lights
I’ll not succumb to the ease of a wish
Instead I’ll learn your weighty lesson well:
When you wish upon a star, always be
Mindful of who and what you truly are.
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The World, I Say, Is devoid of color.
The beauty it once bestowed has wasted
To Nothing. The glory of the mountains
Hath faded to dull whispers, Splendor Gone.
Oh, you cold Hearts , You Heavy Minds, You Fiends
Lustful gorgers of gifts not meant for you
Taking all you can with reckless whimsy
Feasting on Fruits of life that bloom Ne’er more
You thieves that steal the very essence of thought
Plunderers, Indecent Minds, Unsound Souls,
Forsworn effigies of days long since past
Unable to learn, unwilling to change
Be not anything but what you were born
Stark Shadows of those whom you call better
Be that which other men Despise and Fear
Be a Parody, a stained-glass Veneer
Can you not see that Truth is something Dim?
Virtues upheld by corruption compelled
Seeking to Hide, to Murder, to Bribe. Truth?
‘Tis not Truth you give, Preaching how to Live
Bring unto Me your Gifts of False Wisdom
Your blatant shaded jaded honesty
I will show you a true and potent mind
Or Forever a Liar calleth Me.
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Oh, you sleepers, you beggars and liars
Why do you not open your eyes, and Witness:
Life? If you be Human, You be unique;
The only vessel for your life’s record.
Why be a mate to Sorrow, a Stale Breath
Amid such Grand Splendor as life provides?
If you would Breathe, Lavish upon the air
Let Breath swell and satisfy your ev’ry move.
Why be Wanting, a bird bereft of wings
When Worlds within Worlds collide for your grin?
If you can See, See with a Vivid Sight
Swallow up the blazing beacons life Shares.
Be Not a Slumbering, Vacant Facade
Be excited to Breathe, Scared not to See
That We, truly We, may have this filled world
This magic field, this wondrous chance to Be.
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