Heart Song Poem by Richard Weissman

Conjure a moment: Sad Lord o Life bids thy soul's parture,
Whom shalt thou embrace mid that instance?
Search now in truth lest Nacht o darkness mares back to Centuric Evil,
Wait for light's dawning - Here mid black-crept hours whilst creativity sparks out,
Wait midst blood-dimmed solar quakings defeated,
Ask for what death's minstrels never to play - Quiets Now-
So must've sung afore light's beacon - from shelterless eves o dark,
Quivered in silent o' blacker zen violence - hidden neath shade o thy palm-
Though to reveal, Nay to relieve an' sackclothed, an' dusk doth night's mirings to close.

Sun breaks, clouds gulf mountains to gain - Om-
Thy dream dance invades me, blinds heart from this pain, Now quieter contains within, Rendin',

-How much boil can heartache's endure, writhes torment,
Dies lonely, black night

Questions,

-P'rhaps lonely stings lesser,
Know not for cert,
Yet contin you gulf mountains - Again.

Yea, though pains a heart's song reclaims (So be it) ,
Spite furied hollowed chested contains as stilled heart to drift unfulfilled anguished torments,
Whilst demons run cracks insecure - Yet shall I empower the day-

Ol' visioned universe blur-eyed clings hopeless to death weighted legacies - safely comforted illusory mythos defileth highest luminations in dangered symbols
unpossessed - Rejecting these tears I've shed for you, my soul, whilst still chose ye, death's pain as groom
Now wind o thy breath dust breathe me to fullness though as yet I taste ye nay,
Hast ever I held a flame to heart as your lamp consumes, heats the day?
Flowers a grave of dead-tears companioned, wash clear in deep soils o thy cores-
Though thy scent drips filmed glassed at my rimmins,
Still I'd brand it, an emblem a loins.


Appassionata tafillin though reckless yes meek as sky to paindrops o tears - To ye, secreted honey who'd map o the nations I'd widen mine spread o this soul,
To grasps it ends anguish, release unto glory, forsake an imbibe midday true,
Or sad we two slumber in love lost closed stories - Wed I to this pen an thee to flee or weeps till thou comes mid a dream.

Sing still a heart's song o lanterns shred garments from movements deemed blacker than these, rebuke Hell's demons as evil, embrace love longed to mingle - Let lights ascend, purging night's air, Witness heart's dawnings stream blue through time's prisons and leave charlatans feast their own famine (consuming themselves midst a loveless domain) -
Lest love of the Nations tear venomed, polluted in a force which can not return-
Nay, Stead follow treasured maps, thy deepest heart's longings,
Now Gulfed mid truth's wisdom inmost's soul,
Despite year fears o loss,
Spite a wrath-filled death - Embrace Divinity's Will and bathe in light once again forever-
Such flowerings have all times wept pain-drenched and this my heart marks thy birthsong Supreme,
Sings,

-Death of a Prisoner
Sounding,
The birth of God's Nation.

-Excerpted from "Silent Echo" (1994)