'Amongst the Sea of Men' by Peter Kelly

#poetry #poem #spirituality
'Amongst the Sea of Men' written and narrated by Peter Kelly subconsciously...
Edited by Marty Stalker
Music: 'Songs To Your Eyes - Still Searching' by Eden Maze
Photography from unsplash.com
'Amongst the Sea of Men'
I sit amongst the shades of men, burdened in asphyxiated breath,
the density of times past, crush like webs of oppressive deceit, too thick to inhale,
good for not yet capture of striped worker and laborous forward pressing way.
Breath of fire, yet stench of still, more flame express in taint of will
Red sorted, crust with age, deep crease sits embedded ways, old poisons flow in blue vain, expressive in its old suppressive way.
Tipped scales and rusted weight, shaved coins not see placement on either plate.
Forced front of veiled intent, leaks truth in shadow of shamed embrace,
black tar spilling in overflow, untreated selves splash outflows on inward streams Maiden in open door and neck pressed blade, sleeping step toward sleeping shade.
Intent not hold in intent alone when deep recess invites nature's whole.
Here I sit amongst the weight of men, pressed point on the first wrung
Jacob sent forth, beginning his end,
second Adam, dust shaken and blown, less heft in earthly skin.
Tongue in tails of twisted nine, lash lateral lion's den, pride in balance and more so in kin.
Stepped back and off, uncentred balance of burdened weight ceases all in any way.
Burrowed tunnels in static state, no foot of placement and in guidance wait, for lashous beast be most foul in tempestuous haste
Here I ponder amongst the field of men, ways passed so long and habit deep, sharp-angled pointing upward, such rush to meet and yet none see
lightest air, and beyond they seek, yet blinded in the harvest seed,
barren fields and hunger sewn, a circle spun yet answer known
The garden shall not grow, ears of corn sealed in the perpetual and ever night, a false rose no petals on, but thorny branch and plenty some.
Starved in white and engulfed in shade, no growth will bear in poison states
Here, I stand amongst the sea of men, open in embrace, blue blood course in red vein and spilt upon the greener shade.
Not in anger nor triggered state but of nurture from protective place.
Strong leg firm in sturdy earth, consumed in water from fiery birth, ears now grow in fields of green that reach the air in sylphs embrace.
Red shields be ready and in lions stand, soft hands caress sharp manes of nurtured ram
Soft balance, apple no longer drop,
fed water in the air of breath, softly caressed in reverse pluck, no serpent only skin shed of fossil stone.
Skin of dust now evolved to that of air and both in one, ribbed together, conjoined in unison.
Here, now alas we are one
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Brilliant 💚

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Beautiful peter