Poetry
poetry is the art of releasing in a breath
what could not be dislodged by the gale
in this way some may realize moments
in which they've striven all their lives
and thereby find kindred hearth
round to warm amid bitter storm
the poet is not the more wise
the poet is merely the path blazed
that others have prior trod
~SS~ © November 01, 2011
You have had a hard life as brief as it has been thus far
as too have I only mine has seen the graying of the years
You have within you a spirit of acceptance and gentle compassion
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
You have within you a spirit of joy in the face of hardship
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
You have within you a spirit of loyalty and the value of a friend
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
You have within you a spirit of love and forgiveness
that with the gray years lingering within me, I would only hope I could know
how in a time so brief have values so time tested found a heart so true
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 28, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
To love is to hold oneself vulnerable to the wound
with abandon hope pursues it,
in passion faith embraces it,
and in surrender grace brings peace and
becomes our advocate
throughout, love sows understanding
and grows closer through this covenant
therefore, although it feigns destruction, be not rueful of the wound
because the enemy of the wounded heart is the one proud
and vanity its true prison
love lay not supine
nor can it be a thing beset
or contained anymore than warrior prayers
borne through death to storm the gates of Hades
but only seized in cession
and in the full measure of ITS time
is known
love
can not be learned until known
can not be gained until given
and will only overcome in surrender
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 4, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
...from suffering comes compassion from compassion comes caring from caring comes understanding from understanding comes love from love comes peace from peace comes joy from joy comes contentment from contentment comes enlightenment from enlightenment comes knowledge from knowledge comes suffering...
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 5, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
From baleful ways
A nihilistic carnal tyranny
Blood cursed desire
Steeped in bitter root
Longing
Come, Taste my knowledge said the Serpent
And I tended my wound
Wondering desolate through schizoid mind fields
Mortal; Felled in the darkened light of reason
Vain is the asphyxia of despair
Will I know it if this venom destroys me?
Pain
Universal rite of wrong
Reaper of self sown sorrow
My joy is my sorrow?
I am so foreign to myself!
Alien in a defiled land
A bleeding winter of bitterness
Lingering within the arbitrary pathos
Numb to wonder
Somewhere between darkness and awe
What will be when I leave what I see?
Will I be—Me?
Behold From ANCIENT OF DAYS have souls roamed this earth
And led lives of cause and consequence
From everlasting beginning to the living end
Ascends the helical architect
Building temples from flesh
From those that have been
Are now
And to be
None; have ever been or ever will be quite like you
All to be
Determines all that is
All then is now all now will then be
The eternal now
O ancient eternal breath
Mystery of holy murmurs
Breathe my name
Ever knowing fingers caress my fugitive heart home
Home
Stranger become known
Home at last!
My sorrow is all joy!
My past never relevant
My future forever reverent
O my sanctuary
Pilgrim at the doorstep of eternity
Just trying to get to tomorrow
By the grace
Of He who brings into existence
All that exists
I AM
Written by Scott Schoffstall
© December 2, 2010
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Poetic Sojourn
