An Inkling of Poetry: Black Leaf

When Autumn leaves are falling And Autumn's child crestfallen I will rise says the Lord And raise my Scythe And cut with the Plow The untouched grounds To sow anew a seed A seed that's due indeed When the winter rises The storehouse he decides it He shall go and seek The harvest of the yester season The threshold of Gladness Which the Lord of the harvest Bringeth forth anew The refreshing of the many and the few

A ripple in the stillness of Time A change from blue to purple in Clime The lady but raised a tiny eye brow And spoke sages of tomorrow Know ye the Labyrinthine acronym That spells the seeds of him She who but makes haste in noon In the light of the Sun's high loop Will see Time ride to it's rest Having passed it's utmost Crest Know ye the aftermath and the before hand Know ye the Solomon's counsel and norm How time never stands But rolls in an infinite continuum

Drenched in Sweat and illuminated by the bush lamp I stood before the worktable and the spread map I mustered not a small assemblage Of pawns rooks knights and bishop-age Yet I knew not what the Kings and Queens Of this age would offer for all these what I knew was a  sense of the strategist Thinking 3 waves ahead of the Pacifist For someone once said to make peace One must prepare for war Even water finds its ease And Nature takes His course But I would rather you heed not The Drums that call for the battling ax Take not thy sword For the die is not yet cast For there a time shall surely come For a manifest of the Truth become That ye may receive unto thyself The Secrets of the Tapestry and the Weft That point not to this thy forebears But thy Progeny and thy afteryears Hold not sacrosanct thy belief That whatever you give you shall receive Because men of this Earth we dwell in Have sold off far better than your lot there-in For the Pawn on the w...

O' Righteous God Who is more even when not nigh Who searches the heart truth and mind Bring to an end the impetuosity of foes Come make the righteous more secure O' Righteous God -                          - Amen.

Black Leaf Down through the Valley of lilies Lay the remains of a golden Sceptre A Princess has once passed through this I reckon when there was peace For I see beside this sceptre The gleaming glow of a golden ring For the sun had passed it's peak thereafter And I do long for the hearth of homely laughter For a Moment my heart sings I see beside this the legendary black leaf Hardened and wrapped in parchment if you will The Sceptre the ring the parchment the leaf all in a bag I bring The Sceptre for royalty the ring for belief The parchment for loyalty Of words written in timeless relief The crux of which was written overleaf ''Consistency is Currency'' ''Time is momentary.''