Robert Hilary Poems

slipping through the rhythm into the rhymes, diving into the spaces between space and time, to combine the depth and meaning and with the heart align, into the sound that the beating heart makes there of, within every line, to scry the meaning of which the depth of word is contrived, to intricately compose understanding through the verses alive, that the wordless depth of meaning become unfolding into grace, a definition of reallity that encapsulates my faith, that it may be emblazoned by the integrity, that fills my heart and through my noble aspirations and my humble art, be given form to throught, that i ought not be forgot, in the words in which i do dearly speak, that if it is constrived what is realized behind the poem, the energy of presence, written within the tome, of the ever burning passion present, of the blazing higher presence, through which these words are duely spoken, in an epiphany of the minds eye, through which i try to concieve, the relations between my soul and thee and find within my heart the reality that is ever present within the undercurrents of the now and that in the whispering of my soul to the words in the poem, because the music of my soul, is deep and old, the uttered breath of my whisper sets ablaze the words and their meanings with fire upon the page, that in thee that flame may burn, and inside thee some note may yearn, and in your heart earn a page, from thee to be writ with the fires in thine soul. that if the power in thine heart alines with the power in mine, we two the poets, in our hearts combine, and align, with the music inside our souls. that our music combines together within our notes, and our muses sing a tethered song, together, with each our hearts beating to the music of their song, and our music dances with the flames of our love, and our muses sing from high above, the heavens into that which is wraught, that our combine song may not be forgot, yet saught after and caught, by the listening children with wings of white and hearts of gold. that their own music might burst forth and sing, and a cadence we all may bring, to the heavens with heads bowed and hallows bright, a song, a melody, unto heavens might, that we all might in chorus sing, and to the hearts of all new life bring, that forever that song may be song, and the will of the heavens be done. and all would be still before the echoes of our hearts unfettered grace
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my soulful display of affection coming into play in this deep thoughtful direlection, in which in my melody i spell the words, that they may sound the notes of deeper heart, and in their sounding be heard before the listening ears of hearts unfettered, to feel within the mystery of thine hollowed grace, placed upon a heart with unfettered faith, that there be no trace of doubt left singing in the dark, that hearing the sound the brighter flame burns brighter, and dances to the music of the soul, which plays its tune unabated, through the music of its burning song, in which the sound that comes is only that of a poem, yet the poem within speaks of a poetry seething, the notes of its seething words bubble and boil in the the heart, as its notes play as golden flecks, glittering of many tones, in the sight of thine minds eye. that the music of ancient song be heard in the depth of thine others souls. to hear it in the whispers of the page, upon the light upon the wall from which a mages fettered heart types these words. that the song may be written with a graceful hand, and penned by a humble man, that the hum of his hymn may indeed be heard, by the music of the note and the silence in the words. that forever in the depth of the soul in which it is played. the message is sent and the words diplayed to unbriddled mystery is the poem given before nothing, that in the evenease of the poetry within is the simple fool enlightened by the touch of the music of his own hand, that the sound vibrates through the illusions into the heart, to feel wholesomely as it falls into the deeper depths of the ever deeper center of the i am within, that in turn i am, may listen within thine hearts and in turn tell the tale of the music of deepr depth that plays, and weave it into thine listening minds that thine heart may catch the golden flecked notes that are meant soulfully wholefully just for thee, each listening ear a different note may catch, that their heart may feel the energies in which this poem reflects, to fundamentally understand the depth within thine heart, that the soul may comprehend within my art, a truth that is mine from mine own listening ears, that if i ever do hear the words speak of such grace that even i have to humble myself before the face of the poetry seething wihtin thine soul.
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ever do i sit and ponder, the precepts and concepts of my inner dreams, wondering upon their depth, as i imagine the goals for which i set, looking deep into the birth of those dreams, as i fantasize and realize their importance to me, and in my contemplation do i find clarity, as i hear my hearts whispers, and moans, dreams of blessings and prosperity, dreams of rivers, mountains and stones, dreams of love, dreams of family, dreams of magic, dreams of wisdom, dreams of truth, dreams of understanding. these dreams dwell in my soul like seeds in my heart, planted in the soil of my art, in which i aspire to reach higher, within my soul, and grasp the dreams, and make them unfold. into the world, into my life, into every corner of my reality, in which as my true self i embody my higher wisdom, giving birth to the soul of my inner vision. toiling with heart, to achieve my dreams, being aligned with my higher power, and all my decisions. to choose freedom. to choose love, to revel in joy. and bask in pleasure. to be whole within myself and true within my innermost being as who i truly am, as who im truly being. as i embody my deep self, realizing myself as my soul, and who i am truly, that as myself, in my authentic being, i can live truly aligned to who im meant to be. and in the truth of who i am, truly be, that i may be set free, from the confounding boundaries, of the laws unseen, and in truth, with in my sight truly see, and as my true self, truly thrive, boundless and abounding, truly alive. truly being with all my love, within the beauty of who i am in my heart. with all my strength. to embody my nature with all my power, giving force to the dreams that lay deep in my heart. that i may realize them, through my being and in my life. and discover who i truly am as Mystica.
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The stars are bright,
the wind, blows cool.
the sky is etched,
with a bottomless blue.
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Before and after the momentum.
Within the sway of to and fro.
Along the steps of the endless journey.
Who knows where i may go.
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Lo and behold the bright gold of the lightfolds of endless eternity. Cant fail this light prevails a shining blaze of glory. Too fast, i wont last. Physically fine balance upon life untill and death at last. Cant remember the last time I saw the sky And prayed unto the rain that it would always fall. Cant remember all the days I wept for it all. Somehow I find a silver lining. Reflecting the sun and leaving it all blinding.
My soul is wide open. Even my hides got hope and I dont trust anyone else to be like a champion of light. Living for the good fight. Yet still I look unto the stars and wish that I was back home. However we play on earth today let it be said. We are all fools. Nothing good comes from endless agony. Yet we seek glory and riches through the misfortune of other beings. Seek within to find peace, rest in peace, that you may thrive betwixt love and joy. Nestle within peace love and harmony, find balance and in harmony dwell, and as from within the heart, as love, peace, joy and harmony comes to dwell, the warming flame of compassion grows and in your love you'll find love for all.
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whats up? its time to break the day light.
perfect time to crank the beats,
as long as i hit the keys right.
whats up?
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Love forever bound. The sound of what is profound. Surrounds and confounds me. The ignorance of my mind denied by the consciousness I find within my spirit and my soul. Woah. I do not know. But in not knowing I grow. The centerfold is my headspace. The melody of universal language my cadence. I am forever more never again ever more. For i am eternal in I am. Wanted loved bewitched. Needed saught out and entranced. My compassion is a thick mist that consumates my soul with the eternal God. Who before all things was all things before all things existed. I am nothing. In being nothing I have the potential to create my reality. I am reaching for the stars. In the heavens I seek wisdom love compassion and truth. On earth I find only dissillusion to that which is true nature. Never before will I be the same. For always in the present do i manifest my existence. And into what is yet to come do I set my iron balance to sway to and fro. Like the pendulum of a grandfather clock. For i am within my integrity. And I am honorable. My sense of peace surreal. This just a note sounded from the melody that stretches eternally from my I am. For I am what I am. And what I am is eternal.
Namaste.
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By the power of creation In my elation of this divine sensation I play my chord in harmony with my being. Striking notes into the melody of I am. Hitting staffs that God sets before me. I'm the base and the tennor. The pitch and the tone. I'm the melody and the cadence. And god is my instrument.
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That which I speak as I come before the Almighty. May i be sheltered in his glory and power. Through sacred silence may i reach the top of the mountain unscathed. And may the fire of heaven alight upon my heart. Making me speak truth from the very core of who I am. I am a child of mercy. An ancient of the high arts. And a son of no one. A child with no ties. No heirs. No heritage. The wind. And my bones are my riches. My breath and the blood in my veins my only currency. I am but a musician without an instrument. A leader without a following. A teacher without a student. There will be beauty in all that i see and nothing will be the same without me for I am the unconquered shaman. Who fights with love in my heart and never surrenders. White spider my totem. I am fierce in my language and calm in my patient wisdom...
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