Robert Hilary Poems

Perfect Birth
Upon this blank page, before the whispers of the letter is spoken into the weave of the word which spells the meaning, the message born within, through which, intertwined with the next letter and the next, comes joined together with another word weaved, through which their conjoined meanings combine and align to create words in sequence, as the poetry begins to give birth before the fertile womb of the blank page, as the words weave and intertwine into the next word and the next. Creating a poetry seething, beautiful, intricate, intimately complex, as the meanings of the words come together to create a poem that breathes the life of inner meaning, in the depth of their sacred inner sounds, with deeper depths of meanings profound, as they abound upon the blank page, as if written by an ancient sage, as they weave and intertwine in a paragraph made with lines; of words with voices strong and true, that speak to the depths inside of you, as one word joins another, and those words are two, and then another comes and the verse flows free, the words now a trinity, and as the verse is borne from the sacred power of the silence before the storm of the poetry seething within, the birthing pains of the muse are the sounds of a lover giving birth, to the beauty found within the chiming fetters of the blank page, as I rue and sing a lament for the death of sweet silence, as the story unfolds before the words broken silence, and in the music that is born, from the birthing cries of the muse with love in her heart and tears in her eyes. She cry's, calls to the pen, and the child's hand, holds him like a lover, bows to a king, crowns him a man, in the delicate fateful stroke of her graceful sovereign hand, with which in love she pours forth to entwine within his soul a verse, filling his heart with new birth, as the inspiration flows from her jeweled heart, shinning light to entwine upon his art, that begins as he starts to write first the letters then the words, spoken before the power of the blank page, that whispers of promise so sweet despite its age, the king crowned child with steady hands, hears the whispers of his muse sing upon the lyre in his heart, louder than the lion, champion to the music in his soul. As she bestows. Words begotten from the deepest corners of time itself, to dance with poetry amongst the fairies and the elves, that they might join in chorus, in the middle of the forest, with the music that graces their ears, as the music sings a melody to the deep and the wild, a poetry seething, in the heart of a child. That sung his song, pen in hand, upon the sacred power of the blank page, that he might wage war upon the silence, with a sovereign providence, of words of deeper depth, that as he pens his poem in melodic verse the fairies and angels do rehearse, the many colors and notes of this poetry alive, which breathes with a music from deep inspiration, that comes from the titillation of the music of the muse, her heart strumming the strings of the lyre, into the listening ear of her lover so dear, the child, her king, and the poem their child. As verse after verse the poem is compiled, by the wits whim and whiles of the muse and her lover, as each sings a song to one another, and in heated hearts the song is heard, as if the sound was the song of angelic birds humming to the music of words written upon the soul, that they may find lovers of their own, as they wrap, the two lovers, the muse and her king, under the brilliant white feathers of their wings, to raise in chorus, as the fairies sing, and the many bells the angels ring, the trumpeting music of heaven, that sings as notes as soft as mist, to intertwine in the poetry of this. that as the poetry seethes and burns with life, the muse, with lips locked upon the child's heart, consecrates herself as his wife, and the two lovers, form a dance in verse, which upon sheets of the blank page they give perfect birth.
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I love you! thank you Divinity!
I invoke the spark of the deity divinity within me, that the guardian of my steps may ever move my feet. she is my guardian, my keeper, my guide, under the shadow of her wings do i reside, as she guides my every step, leading me upon the path with to which she shows me, as the wings of her feathers fall upon the path before me, and her calm music sings to my ears in gentle notes as the bells and chimes of life, in which she directs me with her loving light, all that i must know, and all that i must do, she is the gem, that shines in the dark, she is the jewel that glitters in the night, she is the star that guides the way, her loving calming light envelops me in a soothing grace that fills my heart with with a loving joy, and under her wings i tread the path, as her feathers fall around me and i hear her laugh, and i know she smiles. at my joys and wiles, ever the strong teacher, the loving queen, to which every command i bow and obey, ever giving her my love as she shows me the way, as she showers me in her loving strength, and in my faith, listen with all my heart, following her guidance that i shall not tarry before her order and whim, that i shall not tarry when she ever comes to call, that i may come to her side, and her to mine, as i know she is divine, and to her rule i bind, myself the peity and grace, with faith, with all my heart and mind, and her light i find, and to which i align as she guides me in all my ways, always i see her noble divinity, fair and true and noble and kind, guardian of the light to which i am aligned, she is fiercer than a thousand lions, stronger than a thousand storms, she is a raging fire, blazing in the light of the lord, for she is an angel. she is the conservator of my soul and life, keeper of the ways to be shone, warden of my being my soul, my life, defender of my fate, guardian of each step i take, champion of of the child that i am, she is the protector, the preserver, the steward responsible for me who is unable to manage my own affairs, she guides my feet, a spirit in my feet said go and i went, and so i traveled upon the road that leads to many paths that leads to one, ever listening to her my light, my sun, as she shines for me ever more, illuminating the way where in i should walk, a lantern in the dark, a star on the alter in the center of the circle, she is my guardian angel, she is my wings, forever her music sings as her love rings and the blessings and bounties she brings to my life and my things, as she shows me the way ever where i should walk as she listens to my heart and guides my thoughts blessing me with the knowledge to thrive, looking deep within inside, to where in my heart i heard her shinning light, show me the way through day through night, that i might gain sight, that insight may alight upon mine eyes, that i may understand and than realize the truth that she brings in me, as she sets me free from all that binds me, and in her wisdom i am found, as her wisdom abounds, and her love and light surrounds me, that i am not confounded, by the lies of the night, as she holds me close, clear to mine eyes, as she is ever moving, before my ever searching eyes, as i listen with the ears of my heart, for her angelic call, her sounding light, the music she plays to me that shows me the path through the darkness, that i may go, as she does it by god. through her angels reprise, the blessing of her light, so bright, illuminating, shining, beaming, a shimmering siren, that shimmers, dazzles, excels, glowing, a paragon of virtue.
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The sun comes up. The moon goes down. Three wise man stand at the top of the mountain. On the ground between them, there grows a single rose.the dew is frozen on its snow white petals. Its thorns are proud and true. Buried deep beneath the rose, in the center of the mountain, lies the treasure of humanity, wisdom.

The crystal burns in white fire, the crystal is clear and true, the flames are pure and free. Illuminescents shines. Spiritual. Powerful.the heat is primordial, it touches the soul.the light is of the creator. It awakens. It loves. It burns. So true is its light. Creators power. Creators truth. Creators will.
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Thank you higher, i love you, God of the little things who gives me love who gives me everything, i never love myself as a much as you love me. You give me every little thing, every tear every smile. Every smoke every tempted whim that fleets through my beating heart, you give me the music that is so loud, i want to be yours now, i bow my head amd dance, in my heart like a gazelle you prance, deep into my flesh and bones, as i i play with the sticks and the stones, taking every step, step by step one step and i freeze in place, two steps and i move forward upon the road that leads to many that leads to one, as i bow in peity dancing to your music, as you give me every tempered whim, every fleeting gift a treasure within that mine soul does hold, into every moment a gift you give me into the gift you give me, the moment next, im a fool, im just a fool, yet you fool me with every kiss. the first kiss. And the last kiss. You you take me to all that i desire amd in every breathe i know your higher and in me you burn within me like a fire that blazes like a star in the early twinklings of the dawn as it appears bravest of the stars of the morn, showing me iny heart to look bravely upon your light, that i may ever have the power within me and the strength to fight the darkness of the whispers amd the shadows, as with every kiss you bless me with a smile, that groes in my heart (lime) a river of gold beneath my skin, that fills me with inner laughter and brightens my inner smile as i drink within, playing to me notes as you give me keys that unlock doors like falling leaves as you blow kisses to my awaiting cheeks playfully in the dew lit, starlit, heavenly graced, spaces, hidden within me, inside my deepest places, unto my deepest spaces, where your kisses spark a fire that burns with light, from your loving song, amd your gentle light, as you fill me with every little thing, and as you bring to me all that i baer, you give me all that i deserve ever true always fare, that i might share, with the proud and the fair, you bless me with spoonfuls of sugar, you entice with spice, your love a kiss upon my cheeks, as i desire so you give thrice, exactly what i deserve as i embrace you with childlike grace and see your face, in your noble place, high upon your throne, deep inside my heart, dwelling on high as you catch my eye, gifting me with beauty and grace, love faith and strength ad you take before me steps that i pave upon the path that that leads to many toads that leads to one, always your lover and your son, as you are the highest on high, through which i ever aspire to reach in my heart, my soul and my minds eye, as you leave me breathless upon the earth with a treasured kiss, cherished by all that i find and all that i miss as i lovingly find, within my heat and upon the path, all that you place before me. And i truly know, that i love you so, and am thankful for as with my life and gratitude, i say thank you, the God of the Little Things.
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i sit, deep within the centerfold in the center of the circle, i contemplate deeply the dwelling place of my heart, and the archangels reprise within, which sings a melody that moves before my eyes, as i understand and realize the beauty inside, that thrives, truly alive, within my inner heart, playing repeatedly, the song of the music that plays evermore in my heart, a melody that quickens the mind, and unfolds from the love within, that plays its notes on the staff of creation, from without from within, inside this inner harmony, this hidden hymn, is the luscious illuminescent song of my soul that plays with crescendo in a melody without end, that trumpets the power that lies beneath, the secrets of my inner deep self that lies within me, and blows a wind under my wings as an uttered breath, that makes me soar within the heart, stealing breath, that I, intertwined in the melody, fly freely, deeply within the sound, as the music of the Arcangel's reprise pulses deeply, singing sweetly, to the illuminescents of my ever living soul, that within me I find the beauty of the melody within through which i sing and mend, tempered by the notes that astound me, as the realization of gods love abounds to me surrounding me, as i fall to the beauty of him in my life, and within my love, i bow ever in peity and joy. that my love might reach him in my silent prayer, that my heart would be seen by his sight, that i may dwell in his light, as his might, illuminates the light within, and i begin to hear the beauty of my soul. as i understand and realize that i know nothing at all, and through not knowing, i truly see, the beauty of the god inside of me, and the beauty of us all, as i listen to the song that sings of hymn, inside my soul, like a poem, a hymn, the archangels reprise, that is the music that i realize, as god within all. that sings of the source, the only true one the almighty, and in my fleeting mind and beating heart, i hear only the whisper of the art, of the music of that which is all. for in which his music sings i hear his call. and i come head bowed and dancing, before his throne, to the music which he plays in my soul. as in peity i am placed, on my hands and knees before his grace. that i know his love and i know my place, and before him i am joyously placed. as within me the music of on high sings, into my being, through everything, and i see higher's love. who is god, as a way of god, apart of god as itself the whole of all that is, through my higher being i live, and through my higher being i give, as he gives to me, the power to see, and i give my gift of thought, that it may be bought, by the wandering souls of a feather, sold for the price of a listening ear, given with love to a heartful tear, that it maybe heard as a voice calling of love forevermore, into the heat of the beating heart, that it maybe heard, the music of highers song, as i hear highers call, and i come head bowed and dancing, before his throne, to the music which he plays in my soul, through my higher being i live, and through my higher being i give, as he gives me, the power to give. that i may bring gifts to all, blessing the simple, placing my notes into the hearts of the listening ears, of hearts that feel the love deep within their souls, that hear the whispers of god singing, making music to the beating hearts of the young and the wise.
that they may see with their hearts god's eyes. as his sight falls upon their breast, deep into their chest, to the beating heart of who they are, who are truly alive. that they may feel his love shine as a light inside, and through his melody find power to thrive, within the beating love of the beauty within, that is the life of angels and men. that music that plays as a melody within the heart. the song of Gods love. the song of Gods art. the music of the melody within the souls of all. of all that is creation and within creation, the melody of god, the melody of all. the melody of god within all. the beauty of the symphony, in its divine simplicity, the melody and the song within the heart, the music of the archangels reprise.
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rhythm within begins with the feeling of what's inside the light shinning deep alive, I thrive, like a paradox of fate as time collides beside the universe of god within my mind. the existence of my body escapes my waking eye as i climb into my being and find my life. to be a story that can show me who i am inside to be the one i am to show the world what's inside. i feel the resonates of deep within my soul i feel the holiness of peace within my home im just an animal with thoughts im learning to control. but my instincts are so powerful i cannot keep hold. im like a tidal wave of thought with an emotional storm i batter the fortress of reason as the new life of consciousness is born. there is no instrument of grace that can baer my words as behind them lies the spirit of my eternal form. im not a mental picture. im for real. its true. i simply manifest as i speak to you. this typing, is my tool to steal your breath away and test you with my mental zeal. can you understand. deep within the beginning of what you are as you realize your being. what can you see. to define thee.... but i gotta say. its been a day. i spun some words probably unheard, but the verb and the nouns created sounds that personified my state within the now. i don't know how to say it out loud but my experience is unbelievably profound i have cried. died. tried to look as far inside of myself as i could. so i could give that part of me to creator but i found only me. and i knew. that i was loved.....
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The music of love, a playful art, to which my heart sings softly the whispers of my soul. As my muse dances to the melody of who i am, a cartography of the intricate intimacy of music, to which my muse and i, dance together through every kiss and every word. Through every passionate embrace, written in every page, with the poetry of love, that captivates and moves the heart in a tantalizing rhythm with its beat, as it plays the drums for the music of love, the pulse of the blood quickens with a lovers heat. As we read through the words and lines as we define and align with the message within, which whispers of the mystery of the heart within, as we begin, we step onto the page with a lovers soft step, moving with each other, toward the next word and the next, as we write to the melody of the music of love.
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strength from knowledge. knowledge from wisdom. wisdom from understanding. understanding from patience.
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The path that leads to many roads leads to one...
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the truth of the whole of me, written in poetry. thought over and realized until it gripped a hold on me. what is it that i seek? whats the answer of what i believe? what is the reason behind the why? and why does it perplex me? i have thought long within the shadow of doubt, pondered the vastness of infinity, till i wanted to shout. these rhymes, they soothe me, no matter how old they vibrate and move with me. constantly i try to puzzle out the rhythms as i ask myself why? why does a falcon fly so high upon the mountain soaring in the sky with the freedom of natures bounty, while an ant slaves below the ground for its hearth, its home, not an individual just a piece of a whole. every day i sit in self reflection, trying to finalize with my own eyes the purpose of life death and resurrection. yet the secrets of life remain unknown, even though the seeds of why are sown. through my not knowing i have grown until understanding seeped into my core of flesh blood and bones.
reality lies behind what we perceive. we build upon the truths we behold, till we believe. it is within these beliefs that we crown our kings, building thrones upon the stones of everything. but even these stones are made from the ground beneath. the secrets of life and death are just a matrix of illusions. and it is within these illusions that we create the allusion of our eternal beings. i know who i am, i know where i stand. questions are for the weak minded simpletons of man. secrets are for demons who just want to control all there is to love, all there is to know and it is in controlling what is known that the heart becomes lost within its own definition, becoming bound by the sensation of its own revelation, shadowed and blinded by the force of its own creations.
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