Pride & Country… A Harvest Moon Memoir

Its amazing as a nation our music reflects that of its people in times of trial and destruction.

Our people see tolerance bested by terror and pain yet when times bend our will is “Rock Solid” and we stand tall!

Vigilant to the languages unknown and brazen for all hope is never passed.

So many parcels swell our ranks, Warrior mothers, misplaced kings and those who had to grow before each proper seasons seed was due its full potential to be sewn.

Yet we are not perfect, we are not without work and our brow falls to no one.

Written By I.T

~Thank You to all the soldiers and Veterans who have protected and continue to defend our nation. Your sacrifices are too great to measure and forever remembered!~

Blood On The Moon…A Harvest Moon Memoir

Pieces of broken glass greet my feet at the door.

Shards and remnants from a past and painful insecurities.

Once of an obsessive nature, compelled to innate treasures incandesced with creative measure.

Where Palms of glory become overshadowed by meek hearts, done with ailments baring satire adorned blue wishes.

My moon clarity now has dexterity, residual visuals stamping out the meta physical.

Yes, its a period of rest but even the best have to stop and make sense.

Disengaged motives trumped up by false maturity, in a world where man is king is there ever any loyalty.

They harbor minions who sate and create the deaths we take for granted by a slanted sense of pride in those who bide lives.

Blood on the hands of innocent children, political war we raise hope and fall short in. To a place lacking faith I stress your harvest’s misplaced and in memory…

Blood On The Moon

Written By I.T

In Thought…A Harvest Moon Memoir

Spectacular in such a modest way, Oh sigh shy patient am I for you.

Bending the world baring lips in the words spoken by cavalier kisses behind hidden eyes.

What is forlorn unto the day shall be reborn from our passion. Sealed with infinite blessings no man will ever stand while I breathe in you.

When you’re gone it rains.

The Clouds open up and cry out a peaceful surrounding sound.

Beginning as specks than mercilessly softening the land of which we’ve lane.

There is no greater insistence from which your return be impeded by distance.

Early morning’s simply aren’t the same when from your absence my hearts in pain.

Finer things bow in your presence and whisper in my ear of starry nights, Diamonds shatter from anger with fierce weight and hang upon the confines of a no longer lost soul dipped in French kisses seared by the scent of fate.

Is there ever an injustice bigger than lusting for desire parallel to love’s singular streak in the sky?

You’re the one; I have fallen so deeply in your shadow.

Stolen moments remain dear to a heart that once lived for pain, now no longer am I stained.

Written By ~ I.T~

The Wanted…A Harvest Moon Memoir

Wanted, More than average yet nothing less than secure.

Beyond the precipice of simple beauty however above cloaking vanity for shame.

A master of prayer to a mistress of pride, the crescent moon harvester.

Swimming in meaning, a listener to untangle emotions when rain silences dust and time weakens its prey.

Destiny’s archangel in a world where men are paupers to old ways forging delight out of penance.

Humility beckons sight when in shadow its revelation spawns creative focus.

Gaining glory, a messiah bound for purpose heeding charlatans eagerness and ignorance delighted by living in the moment.

A protector to which innocence can rely upon during moments aghast in wind beset upon by mercy.

For we are all tainted by mistakes cloaking somewhere in the midst.

Its during our time of weakness the journey makes strength stronger and wills the desire of a survivor.

Wanted…A Giver of breath without merit for selfishness.

Wanted…A lover of life committed to enchant the soulless.

Wanted…One void of hatred yet aware of its lingering bodice.

Wanted…One fulfilled by delivering purpose on the edge of time.

Wanted… A social misfit with the temperance of a guardian.

Wanted…A heartbeat to rival that of my own, wielding power upon which we will devour.

Wanted…A reality so compounded on the love we have founded.

Wanted.

I.T

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Pleased by smiles and stars, open to the essence of candy kisses, oh what bliss I would not miss.

Loving the way we move coupled by cents and bone. We atone for all the ached glories and ever lost stories of tomorrow. Not sunk but drunk in the emotion of sincerities everlasting commotion.

My barbel, sinking from a deeper well thicker in your hell. If you can’t tell i’m overwhelmed…

Breathe within me a peace filled with enmity, for we refuse to accept any branch of shame!

I.T