Guardian Knight

Sentinel writing Pegasus, 
wry wing currents
Gladiator terse bard, 
riding the wind’s tall tail
Free spirit troubadour, 
aloft divine knight mare spirit
The Circle The Center 
The Compass The Spokes
Evolving, revolving, evoking 
Poetess of Democracy.

The Circle of Life’s conception, 
must conceive Freedom
The Center of the UniVerse, 
be thy soul core creation
The Compass bear clockwork paths 
to be persona navigated
The Spokes are thy UniQue destiny 
to explore enlightenment
Each one of US, 
has a passageway life line,
birthright time voyage.

“Neigh,” says Pegasus, 
“Do not follow masters, 
whose path Lies in deceit.
Arise and Be knighted, 
a sentinel guardian, 
insight poet tree 
living branches
Thee soul, 
must blossom forth, 
inside Divine Destiny, 
dew furrow plead fertile 
Seeds upon thy Earth existence, 
dew make a difference, 
in the world of words.
For without Legacy of Words, 
one dies alone, 
self inscribed -
grave headstone.

Who lies here, 
asunder birth date ritual, 
then died here, 
upon date lost in infamy.
Why they must have been somebody, 
to occupy cemetery 
containment place-mat
Row after row aligned, 
we are consigned for perpetuity 
awaiting Armageddon lisp
Lot 6, row 12, position 23; 
a mother lies, 
beside adjoining husband 
position 24
Position 25 and 26, 
children who died 
way too early; 
Position 27, 
time complacent.

What happens, 
when there is nothing, 
more to decay, 
or move around 
stilled Earth.
Will earth quakes,
move skeletal remains, 
or flood waters 
wash around 
coffin bones. 
There is another novel idea 
in eternal poetic remembrance, 
dost accumulating dust layers.
Upon pages of time, 
let yellow dye rhyme 
wilt reason seasoning 
the Guardian Poet
The Circle The Center 
The Compass The Spokes 
must be unbroken 
Aloft Guardian Knight Inherited Heritage.

HeArtMosphere Poet

Guardian Knight

Sentinel writing Pegasus, wry wing currents
Gladiator terse bard, riding the wind’s tall tail
Free spirit troubadour, aloft divine knight mare spirit
The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes
Evolving, revolving, evoking Poetess of Democracy.

The Circle of Life’s conception, must conceive Freedom
The Center of the UniVerse, be thy soul core creation
The Compass bear clockwork paths to be persona navigated
The Spokes are thy UniQue destiny to explore enlightenment
Each one of US, has a passageway as life time, birthright voyage 

“Neigh,” says Pegasus, “Do not follow masters, whose path Lies in deceit.
Arise and Be knighted, a sentinel guardian, insight poet tree living branches
Thee soul, must blossom forth, inside Divine Destiny, dew plead furrow fertile 
Seeds upon thy Earth existence, dew make a difference, in the world of words.
For without a Legacy of Words, one dies alone, self inscribed - grave headstone.

Who lies here, asunder birth date ritual, then died here, upon date lost in infamy.
Why they must have been somebody, to occupy cemetery containment place-mat
Row after row aligned, we are consigned for perpetuity awaiting Armageddon lisp
Lot 6, row 12, position 23; a mother lies, beside adjoining husband position 24
Position 25 and 26, children who died way too early; Position 27, time complacent.

What happens, when there is nothing, more to decay, or move around stilled Earth
Will earth quakes, move skeletal remains, or flood waters wash around coffin bones.  
There is another novel idea in eternal poetic remembrance, dost accumulating dust layers
Upon pages of time, let yellow dye rhyme, wilt reason seasoning thee Guardian Poet
The Circle The Center The Compass The Spokes, must be unbroken -
Aloft Guardian Knight Inherited Heritage.

HeArtMosphere Poet