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Some Poems – InsanePoet

InsanePoet

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From: Vermont, USA
Registered: 03-12-2003
Till the Starlit Night

I will sing to my Fatherís Delight
In the morn and till the starlit night
And when I tire and lie in bed
My soul shall sing while my body rests
And in the darkness of winterís cold
I shall sing of Your glory untold
And in the times of sunlight fair
I shall sing of Your glories there
And when I die and my time has past
I shall sing for immortalís last

©2003 B.R. Keegan

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"I find myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world!"
-C. S. Lewis


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InsanePoet

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From: Vermont, USA
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Insanityís Elegy

How much more can these tired ears bear?
Have the stars fallen and poisoned the airs?
Or have all the times been fair?
For no earthly starfell fires on me be,
But what shall compare to what my mind has seen?

A world of devils on my soul converge
And of all good life my soul is purged
And set fire to my blood drained heart
And thrown where the dead things are
And darkness blinds my eyes with fear
And I live in morbid drear

But the night is over and I see the sun
And over the bleakest dread my heart is won
And to you, my insanity, I compose this elegy
For you no longer live within me

©2003 B.R. Keegan


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This one is written to the tune of 'Be Thou My Vision"

I and Thee, My Father

I and Thee, Father, in one heart and mind
I cry, bow down and I look towards the sky
Is there any greater than union with Thee?
I hunger, I thirst, I long with Thee be.

I and Thee, Father, in one heart and mind
When I shall gaze into Your fiery eyes?
It is all I long for and all I desire
To be consumed by Your eternal fire

I and Thee, Father, in one heart and mind
Nowhere else will the same I ever find
There is none in gold or riches found
That compares to this contentment profound

I and Thee, Father, in one heart and mind
When from this mortal clay shall I die?
And when to Your throne eternal pass,
And be with Thee for eternityís last

©2003 B.R. Keegan

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This is a love poem


Until the End of the Age

Of gilded meadows the eye does appeal
So young romance may beauteous be
But the flower will die with the day
And so young romance as the body fades
But love does not consist of such things
Love in the darkest plight with glory sings
And through bitter melancholy it does go
And of itself it does not withhold
Love is tried by the burning fires
And proven beyond such fleeting desires
Love is not of the things that fail
But will last until the end of the age

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"I find myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world!"
-C. S. Lewis


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ArchAngel

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Registered: 01-29-2002
very nice.

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InsanePoet

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Registered: 03-12-2003
Thanks for saying something at least... most others don't even do that.

Fire

Fire, you are an enigma to me
For in you both comfort and destruction be
The same thing you free from winter's chill
In fiery rage you also kill
You can for eternity last
For die before the day has passed
Fire, with power to melt the heart of cold
And power to burn an entire soul

(c)2003 B. R. Keegan

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"I find myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world!"
-C. S. Lewis


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Valkyri

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Insanityís Elegy

How much more can these tired ears bear?
Have the stars fallen and poisoned the airs?
Or have all the times been fair?
For no earthly starfell fires on me be,
But what shall compare to what my mind has seen?

A world of devils on my soul converge
And of all good life my soul is purged
And set fire to my blood drained heart
And thrown where the dead things are
And darkness blinds my eyes with fear
And I live in morbid drear

But the night is over and I see the sun
And over the bleakest dread my heart is won
And to you, my insanity, I compose this elegy
For you no longer live within me

Thank you

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