Mud-Fields
Mocking scorn
Loving scorn or scorning love
The roots are torn
The velvet ground is stiched by them
And the stitches are rotting
Brittle bitterness
Hear the earth slowly snap
Misty raindrops trickling
Barely penetrating
The deepened crusted cracks
Lifes pitfalls
Tears touching gently
Upon the forlorn
Megre deathly growth
Splintered stalks, crying from the apex
Puddles of toxic tears are left
Where they formed
Is there hope to quell the strife
Crusting over the victims of conceit
Where bereavement increases scorn
Before winters breath
Brings utter death
Hopelessness betwixt
Broken dreams, tattered
Torn lives, where love
Or rather deferred illusions
Dwelt amidst the thorns
And phoney smiles
A whirlpool of emotion
Relived, reflecting deceiptful touches
The son of the rain
Smiled down gently
And he knew pain
Could be relieved
Lightning strikes an ancient, dead oak
A channel in to erase the deceased hopes
"Love is not to blame" he said
"Rather it is the lack"
Trickle through splintered wood
The son of the rain knew he could
Pain, an all too familiar friend
One preferred to be forgotten
But a necessary acquaintance
To blend the teardrops and earth
Creating clay
Molding hopes lost dreams
With his strong hands and loving arms
The son of the rain's greatest friend
Migrations begin
A thousand doves swooping in
Earth bleeds a drop of thriving zeal
Onto the mind flat fields
Tender clay, to mold, to form
If earth will dare to learn
To recreate and became all
It was created to be
Hope to breathe, peace to quell
The shattered plain that used to be
Ruth Dato & Jason Richard
September 12, 99
Wind of the Eagles Plight
Knowledge, is it really knowing
Is wisdom it's true reward
Is love really love
Or are we just dying lights
Phantoms of the dust
Forgive the cliché
But is ignorance a greater reward
And lust the truer bliss
Wanting, needing, never knowing
Having, not having, desires
Internal raging, fears, self control
Wills captured by the wind
Reality, or mere illusions
The distance ever growing
To be human, continue striving
Comfort zone, sacrifice self-control
Here it comes again
A voice that scares my thoughts away
Demanding attentive affections
For itself, alone
Distorting perceived paradigms
Shifting like volcano store
This stone posture's dissolving
Prometheus is unchained
To tell the tales of the gods
If he can just avoid the eagle eyes
Those clear enough
To sift the truth from lies
Recognize
The arguing voices in my mind
Complacency is always shaken
In thoughts, in theory,
in illusion, in reality
All can sift truth, from lies
In their own way
We all have a personal reality
Our own comfort zone
What is truth anyway
Gone with yesterday
Taken by the wind
And where is love
Does the eagle know
Is it hidden deep within
The complexity of his
Translucent vision
Does he carry the arguing voices
To an unknown land
On the tips of his golden wings
And the Prometheus spectre
goes on in its way
Preaching a theology
which is not truth in display
The rock is shorn, the lies released
For what?
To expose insecurity
The earth is wobbling in its path
For what?
To display onroaming wrath
The eagle sits atop Mt. Zion
To call his own to join rebellion
The mountain rams rally about
Looking to their guide
When suddenly the eagle transforms
And a small white flight
Leads them to butt heads
With splitting stone
The idols release their death
And every eagle, ram,
Returns to Mt. Zion
Ruth Dato & Jason Richard
October 24, 99
The Familiar Journey
Return to backward water ways
Where magic once was blind
Erase the past of shaken faith
Forsaken all her pride
Strike the core, the posts within
The sealed heart of hearts
Trace the tears until the sin's
Unable to cast its part
Golden sunshine, mud pies, and doves
Laughter, and running
Innocence, purity and love
In an enchanted land where angels dwell
And giant ferris wheels gently roll
Protected by hopeful caring dreams
Fearlessly disregarding
The roller coaster's impatient intrusion
Sinking safely into his strong arms
Never grasping the reality beyond
The place where lonely troll's
Await the moon's silvery swell
So they may, in cunning
Privy stroll
The waterways are laid with stones
Amongst mossy, slippery streams
Some tossed about until
They reach a grinding halt
Then firmly embedded
Leaving gaps filled with pain, and deceit
As some remain with cracks
Amidst loneliness and despair
Yet serenity is found at the end of it all
Bearing knowledge
With milestones of insight
And for hope's sake
An ongoing plight
I have been there
Or somewhere along that path
Seeking to cushion
The empty long sought bliss
But I'm not quite prepared
To go all the way back
Afraid I may get stuck, and stay
Although perhaps one day
We will dismiss
The pondering
Of what was missed
It is often just too hard to bear
The drudgery along the way
And the icy cold glare
Among the cool midnight mist
Yet peace seems to reside some where
In this land I love so much more
And where I chose to exist
There is a haunting closet door
In the midst of it all
Where I kept a vigil, you see
Taking care
Not to let the terror out
Quieting within, the dormant troll
Really nothing more then a mouse
Yet for fear of knowing what may
Permeate the odyssey
Therefore, if I let down my guard
Even for a brief moment
The monster will attempt to destroy
The soul of the midnight house
Main body: Ruth Dato /First Stanza: Jason Richard
Unfinished, and subject to revision
Part one concluded September 14, 99
Mocking scorn
Loving scorn or scorning love
The roots are torn
The velvet ground is stiched by them
And the stitches are rotting
Brittle bitterness
Hear the earth slowly snap
Misty raindrops trickling
Barely penetrating
The deepened crusted cracks
Lifes pitfalls
Tears touching gently
Upon the forlorn
Megre deathly growth
Splintered stalks, crying from the apex
Puddles of toxic tears are left
Where they formed
Is there hope to quell the strife
Crusting over the victims of conceit
Where bereavement increases scorn
Before winters breath
Brings utter death
Hopelessness betwixt
Broken dreams, tattered
Torn lives, where love
Or rather deferred illusions
Dwelt amidst the thorns
And phoney smiles
A whirlpool of emotion
Relived, reflecting deceiptful touches
The son of the rain
Smiled down gently
And he knew pain
Could be relieved
Lightning strikes an ancient, dead oak
A channel in to erase the deceased hopes
"Love is not to blame" he said
"Rather it is the lack"
Trickle through splintered wood
The son of the rain knew he could
Pain, an all too familiar friend
One preferred to be forgotten
But a necessary acquaintance
To blend the teardrops and earth
Creating clay
Molding hopes lost dreams
With his strong hands and loving arms
The son of the rain's greatest friend
Migrations begin
A thousand doves swooping in
Earth bleeds a drop of thriving zeal
Onto the mind flat fields
Tender clay, to mold, to form
If earth will dare to learn
To recreate and became all
It was created to be
Hope to breathe, peace to quell
The shattered plain that used to be
Ruth Dato & Jason Richard
September 12, 99
Wind of the Eagles Plight
Knowledge, is it really knowing
Is wisdom it's true reward
Is love really love
Or are we just dying lights
Phantoms of the dust
Forgive the cliché
But is ignorance a greater reward
And lust the truer bliss
Wanting, needing, never knowing
Having, not having, desires
Internal raging, fears, self control
Wills captured by the wind
Reality, or mere illusions
The distance ever growing
To be human, continue striving
Comfort zone, sacrifice self-control
Here it comes again
A voice that scares my thoughts away
Demanding attentive affections
For itself, alone
Distorting perceived paradigms
Shifting like volcano store
This stone posture's dissolving
Prometheus is unchained
To tell the tales of the gods
If he can just avoid the eagle eyes
Those clear enough
To sift the truth from lies
Recognize
The arguing voices in my mind
Complacency is always shaken
In thoughts, in theory,
in illusion, in reality
All can sift truth, from lies
In their own way
We all have a personal reality
Our own comfort zone
What is truth anyway
Gone with yesterday
Taken by the wind
And where is love
Does the eagle know
Is it hidden deep within
The complexity of his
Translucent vision
Does he carry the arguing voices
To an unknown land
On the tips of his golden wings
And the Prometheus spectre
goes on in its way
Preaching a theology
which is not truth in display
The rock is shorn, the lies released
For what?
To expose insecurity
The earth is wobbling in its path
For what?
To display onroaming wrath
The eagle sits atop Mt. Zion
To call his own to join rebellion
The mountain rams rally about
Looking to their guide
When suddenly the eagle transforms
And a small white flight
Leads them to butt heads
With splitting stone
The idols release their death
And every eagle, ram,
Returns to Mt. Zion
Ruth Dato & Jason Richard
October 24, 99
The Familiar Journey
Return to backward water ways
Where magic once was blind
Erase the past of shaken faith
Forsaken all her pride
Strike the core, the posts within
The sealed heart of hearts
Trace the tears until the sin's
Unable to cast its part
Golden sunshine, mud pies, and doves
Laughter, and running
Innocence, purity and love
In an enchanted land where angels dwell
And giant ferris wheels gently roll
Protected by hopeful caring dreams
Fearlessly disregarding
The roller coaster's impatient intrusion
Sinking safely into his strong arms
Never grasping the reality beyond
The place where lonely troll's
Await the moon's silvery swell
So they may, in cunning
Privy stroll
The waterways are laid with stones
Amongst mossy, slippery streams
Some tossed about until
They reach a grinding halt
Then firmly embedded
Leaving gaps filled with pain, and deceit
As some remain with cracks
Amidst loneliness and despair
Yet serenity is found at the end of it all
Bearing knowledge
With milestones of insight
And for hope's sake
An ongoing plight
I have been there
Or somewhere along that path
Seeking to cushion
The empty long sought bliss
But I'm not quite prepared
To go all the way back
Afraid I may get stuck, and stay
Although perhaps one day
We will dismiss
The pondering
Of what was missed
It is often just too hard to bear
The drudgery along the way
And the icy cold glare
Among the cool midnight mist
Yet peace seems to reside some where
In this land I love so much more
And where I chose to exist
There is a haunting closet door
In the midst of it all
Where I kept a vigil, you see
Taking care
Not to let the terror out
Quieting within, the dormant troll
Really nothing more then a mouse
Yet for fear of knowing what may
Permeate the odyssey
Therefore, if I let down my guard
Even for a brief moment
The monster will attempt to destroy
The soul of the midnight house
Main body: Ruth Dato /First Stanza: Jason Richard
Unfinished, and subject to revision
Part one concluded September 14, 99
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