Life’s Elixer

by ZacharyWGilbert

Toxicity of evil, served in a rusted goblet,

a chalice decorated with bug carcasses,

that are called jewels.

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Sugars, coloring, and  soothing words,

say, “Drink, drink, drink!”

Evil, though often denied, is never,

good.

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Behind the heavy velvet curtain,

evil minds marinate in a cauldron

of putrid rot.

A voice takes the stage that tells

tales of light, and banter,

yet the floorboards,

are bloated with black, mossy,

mold.

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Why not consider,

serving another human,

a glass of encouragement,

a clear clean glass,

filtered mountain water,

for pure unencumbered love,

is life’s only elixir.

…

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

Lightly Said, or Darkness Spread

by ZacharyWGilbert

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Cool mist, morning.

Mountain river licks woes,

Fishing is peace.

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Imbued with hatred and malice,

evil thoughts swirl within,

their bony bowl.

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A hungry gray tornado,

whines and surges behind hungry eyes.

   words become wind,

that can kill.

Such a meaningless,

blight.

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Love, for humanity,

is a warm yellow light,

that glows behind,

caring eyes.

A lighthouse beacon,

cuts through,

the cold dark ocean spray.

Such a valuable

light!

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Encouragement crafted

for the simple and only sake

of someone else…

is like the first warmth,

of that yellow spring sun,

that chases away

the cold dark blue,

winter of discouragement.

Such a welcomed

delight.

…

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

When Math met Poetry

by ZacharyWGilbert

Friday, sweet day,

Stress melts, warm butter

yellow covered smile.

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Math and Poetry, a forbidden love affair in the backdrop of my thoughts yielded a child.  A young five year old boy now runs through the halls of my mind, with bubbling giggles, melted chocolate chip cookie crumbs on his chin, and calculated banter for suggested  metaphors. Colorful equations on the soft tan baffles of my brain show  Dirty hand prints, frame crayon equations…

Take a look at this wall, inscribed on the squishy yellow sparks of my mind, the question, “How is respect measured in love?  The world, as it is, holds many beautiful women.  Consider for a moment, a man.  Who is charming and funny, or perhaps rich and athletic.  A lost ship in a sea of possibilities, does he have one love.  Is it possible, that the magnitude of his, firm “No thanks,” and “I love only one” state of mind, is in fact the measurement of his love?”

Perhaps as the sand of time scours away the dying mist of my thoughts, I may find more pondering to share with you, my beloved fellow human.

Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert