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The Phoenix

Amidst the ruins of a soot-coated soul
A fledgling Phoenix now tests its wings
What yielded to the ravages of dismay
Resurrects itself again for the game

It spits out the ashes and clears its throat
Thumping its chest in a triumphant cry
Nay, Destiny, stand not and titter at me
Share my wings and we shall fly high

The fruit of life is ripe for the picking
Crane your neck and look heavenwards
While resigned sighs have all burned out
Hope still shines bright among stars

When deprived of love, love some more
When worry comes knocking, hand it a cup of tea
If time stamps its feet, teach it patience
And train your tears to flow in joy

That ancient despair stands not a chance
If you head home, Spirit, to waiting arms
Duties are lining out there for us to do
Let us arise and give the world our best

It’s been long since we put on a good show
Aloud cries the Phoenix, rearing to go

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The Call of Life

Answer the call of your life
O bird, for you must realize
Your winged dreams
Multi-hued ambitions
Echo loud the call of your spirit

Rise above the expectations
Of ordinary circumstances
And the accompanying pain
For you are not destined to be
Merely ordinary

Soar high into freedom of soul
Beyond the reach of sullying thought
Purity is in renouncement
And the practice of rightly actions
Even when inconvenient to you

Break out of the chains that hold tight
Carving pitiful marks into your skin
Scream yourself hoarse,
So that you may hear your own voice
And act on its sage advice

Laugh at the sadness you find
Lift the ones bereft of their smile
Do what you need to, even if you can’t
To die trying is better than to give up
On any day, choose to live
Existence cannot be enough!

Rise to the occasion and fly high,
O bird, because you can see yonder
Correct path to trust and follow
Leave the hopeless sighs behind
And explore unknown paths; you may find
Answers, and in them, salvation.

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A Call to Hope

Lone swinging lantern
In my heart’s dungeon
I need your presence
To dispel the darkness
Of despairing thought
This is not what I sought
Spread your warm rays
Help me save face

I beseech in humility
Life laughs at my frailty
I am too weak to stand tall
In fact, to stand at all
I bow to your powers
For nothing else remains
I have not one rescuer
Matching your stature

If you heed this call
I might still survive
Only you can revive
My bent, resigned spirit
Give me but one hint
And I know I will thrive

There has to be a reason
For this state of affairs
I am tried for treason
Yes, I did betray my heart
Stupid logic played its part
Is this what was in store?
Such a clean dismissal
Why a judgment so cruel?
I am not what I was before

My heart can have its way
And I promise not to stray
From paths it recommends
Even if it makes no sense
It does know what I need
Even if in my greed
I went for what I want
This is here to haunt
And ruin my sanity, unless
You with your purity
Choose to intervene
And this I really mean

I take a vow, to never bow
To mind against the soul
Respect shall be my role
Come forth, bring clarity
Save me from self-pity
Touch and heal my injury
Pull me out of penury
In this moment of torment
No one else I want near
But you, hope, my saviour
Come please, I need you here

Hope

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