SHOESTRING SHANE

She is all beauty epitomized. She is all radiance to my eyes. To my heart, all grace's peace. To my soul, all delights release. She is as every starlight display. As every summers day. As every moons temptation. As every hopes elation. She is a fired gem, from creations furnace. A first dawn spark, from Heaven furnished. A goddess true, by love's enticing, My muse, my queen, my Venus rising. In her, my Aphrodite woke. That curse of never love she spoke. In beauty born for adoration, I'm sworn for all of times duration. As a siren, femme fatale in calling, I hear her vixen wail, I'm falling deep within her pleading spell, Allured, in love, I need her now!   Hypnotic ways, her spark divine, Emblazes all around she shines! I'm charmed by her charisma, smitten, By vampiric lips, I'm bitten! Entranced, I dream, my mind aswim, Upon her beauty theme, I sing! By fancy flights, I'm hooked and captured, By chance delights, so fully raptured! And when my lullaby is cea...

Go on through and not around, even where the blues are found, and also where the grey is too, as that is where the light shines through. Go on through and don't duck down, to where the dust falls to the ground, instead jump up when going to, the place to where the light shines true. Go on through don't hang around, go to where the dark is bound, for when the night sky black turns blue, is when the light will shine anew. Go on through the darkest sound, even when the fear is loud, for it's darkest when the dawn is due, before the morn brings days bright hue. Go on through don't walk around, go to where the dark is found, and even when the night finds you, it's brightest where the light shines through. Go on though that deep dark ground, go to where the shadows bound, for when shadows are long, its true, that's when the light is rising new! © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

When I go down within the ground, and death has found and won me. And all around me, worms surround, and wriggle all upon me. And all my bones, are left to dust, when I go down with death deep. And on the journey there, I must, prepare for my eternity, And when my breath is lost and slow, and I go down to deaths sleep. To rest eternally below, when worms within me creep. When I leap from this mortal coil, and the skies no longer sun me. Down deep within that darkened soil, when the sludge becomes me. When I go down into the mud, down deep within the cold breath, of decaying's slime and slugs, and that deep deep dark called death. When I go down, deep down below, when angels dance around me, where ravens fly the heavens wide, I'll know that God has found me. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

What a ride it was I had astride melancholies back. For a while, amidst, the greys insistence, tossed too and fro, in slaved persistence, as many suns passed me by, wayward lost into the fry! What a ride I had, by lifes commitment, as many moons awoke my resistance from that cunnings creatures downward slide, into deaths dark canyon, deep and wide! And so what a ride I had, astride that melancholies back! What a journey had I upon that creature, which grew grotesque and fat, from feeding upon my deep depression, when I rode saddened, abreast confusion. And what a journey it was I had, what a ride, upon that melancholies back! What a ride had I, so that I sat lost and pained a while, upon that, melancholic ride, where a stormy cloud I cried, a lifetimes rain within my eye, poured out the seas within a night. And what a ride had I, so that, even flight found wings to fly. What a test I had, upon my ride, on melancholies back, that wild thing, seeking my destruction, dark's buried dee...

All my socks have holes in, all my clothes are torn. I'm tired and I'm folding, I'm weary and forlorn. I don't care much for drinking, unless to get blind drunk. I'm lost at sea, and sinking, and soon I will be sunk. My soles are letting go their shoes. My soul is drowned in tears. My spirit's are all downed and bruised, and bound up tight in fears. The easiest solution, for getting out of here, is flying to the stars and moon, so the heavens can be near. All my dreams are fading, all my desires are lost, I'm down and contemplating, of my existence, and its cost. Faith is all I have left, and in God my hopes all rest, but I'm adrift and feel bereft, and in turmoil, I confess. So Lord please hear my calling, please send to me a way, that I may stop from falling, and live a bright new day. I plead please hold me tightly, and take me in Your arms, and instead of dark, day and night, in light, please let me warm. Dear Lord, I am Your flower, I am Your winter...

1. In tempest throes, in times a-weary, when light and hope abound too dreary. In life's long lessons, tossed to and fro, when all about me bubbles in woe. 2. There I stand, as His voice beckons, with but a word, the burden lessens. With but a whisper, all worries cease, when my Lord, in troubles, speaks. 3. But still, the waves and winds a-growl. the dark storm weathers about me howl. The light, to night, in darkness turns. For sun kissed days my being yearns. 4. So best I look beyond the cloud, beyond that swirling crowded melt. This hour, this minute, I can't succumb, for each morning brings a new days sun. 5. And as I wait, for weathers new, I look, and lo, behold, skies turn blue. From greys which once did so surround me, again, God's light is all around me. 6. It's faith, a taste, so sweet, God founded. No time to waste in storms, grounded. No floundered ship, my sails shall raise, and I shall ride atop life's waves. 7. I know, I'm sure, with all lif...

O Creator sublime, sweet alluring of mine, Thine art my charm, my elixir, Thy balm. Lord keep me to calm, and away from all harm, My adoring all time, O sweet God Divine. O Heavenly King, My deep love within, Thine goodness, my fruit, my sweet, from Thy root. Lord of all beauty, to salute Thee, my duty, Grace doth Thee bring me, over darkness to win me.  © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

I saw a war, a dream unpure,  where men were rabid dogs uncured. I saw this dream, in front of me,  this calamity became my reality. I felt the strain, like old times famed,  where men were chained but never changed. They'd done a crime, now paying time,  behind bars, mixed with good and slime! Some alright, some want to fight,  the plight to find whose by ones side. By choosing wrong, locked up too long,  when hope is gone just left to song. Some still prayed, a mind-swim frayed,  displayed piled high, behind steels grey. On muted wings, a caged bird sings,  about the things a raged herd brings. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com

Behold that inky blanket spread, By void of sprinkled rays in slumber. With twinkled sparkles on her bed, Those angels' eyes agaze in number. Behold that realm aglow, love founded. Hope's singing hearth of peaceful rest. Where golden wings aflow unbounded, Beyond that coiled spring called mortalness. Behold that blessed eternal psalm, That promised rest, to Godlight spawned. Perched silvered-white 'pon night-times arm, Upon the spread, with angels' eyes adorned. © 2024 Shoestring Shane www.ShoestringShane.com