Sonnettics

Hold all your thoughts before expression bends
Then bows to rich transgressions, seeped in blood
Where action’s present futurisms end
Before they start, or even think they could

Your mindfulness betrays your mind’s intent
The way a tattered couplet ends in rhyme
Come raise a glass to fortunes broadly spent
Consumed by commonality sublime

Now turn to speak the noises in your neck
Your head betrays the source of one and naught
You deal the cads before you hold the deck
Now watch the wind consume the crimson lot

We all rely on thoughts, unborn, to sprout
Like planted grain, within before without.

God knew we needed light to color life
In darkness, God perceived what we could not
And brought accord from more than lack of strife
Perceptions came to be much more than thought

Sweet simple light reveals the all of all
And yet, the blind perceive pure sweetness too
Why does the spell of simple light enthrall
Our presence in a world we thought we knew?

Turn out the light and feel true beauty near
We feel more than we see; we feel God’s love
Beyond the simple darkness some may fear
True Beauty is a life we all dream of

Come meet the God who gave us life through light
Then feel the things you never thought you might.

I thought I might compose a little song
That kept the truth of words within its tune
When tunes and words collide, the truth is wrong
And what was once too late is now too soon

I understood the meaning of the note
The one you slipped beneath my lyric door
Each word I only found I thought I wrote
Each word revealed a shabby metaphor

Composed, I now compose with words, alone
Then if you must, sing out the words you see
It only sounds the way the wind has blown
And sounds a lot like hollow reverie

The truth you sing is clearly in the wrong
Each word, each note, includes my little song.

Wherever there is water, sound, and life
There’s rocks and silence, and there’s also death
The beauty of such ugliness is rife
With everything that harbors songs of breath

We call them Sirens, then, invite them in
Perception makes them real, and more than real
Is loving pure perception just a sin?
Should we repent of beauty we can feel?

The songs that we can hear and feel and see
Invite our lives to silent rocks below
The oceans of the world’s intensity
A place we should avoid, but love to go

Embrace the sound of life in water’s touch
Embrace the death of silent rocks and such.