Whatever would the strictest consequence?
Whenever whimsy doth mee, for to take;
Where never doth reality abide.
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Sonnet VI: Nurtured Nature
I lay in thought, while others raced ahead.
Until I understood what friendship was.
I chose to look, while others leapt instead,
And learned what loving is, and what it does.
I searched inside, while many never could,
To troll the depths and nature of desire,
Though scorned, I searched until I understood
The metal that would fealty require.
I learned; and kept my friendship, burning love,
And deep desire, gilt like royalty;
For now, I knew the worth and nature of
Such strong emotions wrapped in loyalty:
So nurtured, close together, as they grew,
Until the day I gave them all to you.
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Intro 6: First Wisdom
To learn what he needs
A boy… or a boy most wise…
Or a boy who loves….
Sonnet II: Earthbound
To Earth are bound my feet, though still they strive
For starfields, climbing to complete, on high,
A staircase wrought of air, while wond’ring why
This heartless Earth’s, unfair. So I contrive
To sing of more; a tale of how alive
My mind may soar! That takes my feet where sky
May go. But not where they may someday fly.
Although such possibilities arrive,
This island’s all the ether they may know.
And Earth may fall, though lush and beautiful
And built upon in ways of which I’m fond.
Yet when foregone, the Earth they may outgrow–
They’ll make a chariot that, dutiful,
Will show my children’s children the beyond.
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Intro 2: Space
The Final Frontier
One, regrettably, I am
Denied in this life.
Sonnet I: Evil Will Die
Shall any reach the stars when no man may?
And who shall lift ye when the rest are gone?
Believe ye he’ll continue, at your sway,
To trust it’s ye from whom his strength is drawn?
What lie is this? What price is added on
To that, with blissful ignorance, his gifts
Have paid? Dare shriek that hand should carry on,
Betrayed, when ye have cursed it while it lifts
Ye from your caves. The mind who guides it drifts
In lofty space. And when it dreams, it keeps
Ye from your graves. The laws of God it sifts,
With all His grace, yea, even as it sleeps.
Yet now, lies still, until your evil dies–
At rest, until ’tis safe to touch the skies!
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Into 1: To Atlas And…
To All The Weary:
He who waits. He who does not.
He who lifts the Earth.
Holds himself aloft.
Who reaches to the Heavens.
Godspeed either way.
David Emeron: Sonnets 