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Words To End – A Poem

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Fill the heart with nothing old.

Sweeter spur summoned soul,
Watch the midnight stars unfold.

Battle ballad bold, battered;
All that is shall go untold.

Isaac Olajos

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Life and Its Tragedy – A Poem

IMG_1936You are the hero,

A heart born to live,
A mind willing to thrive,
A body bound to die.

History does not remember lives that are willing.

 

You are the lover,

A soul searching to love,
A body left to lust,
A story ending in nothing.

Ballads are not sung to hearts that grow cold.

 

You are but man,

An infant coming to youth,
A youth desiring to age,
A sorrow to grow old.

Beauty has no place for those who are told.

 

You are no god,

A sight for the unseen,
An awe for the unknown,
A reach to not hold.

Religion does not embody those who are broken.

 

Isaac Olajos

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Socially Just – A Poem

Fear the future the white-coats have said.
For the future is near,
And our future is dead.IMG_00000392

Trust in science the suits beseech.
Yet science is flawed,
Its outcome is bleak.

We will prevail the people do cry,
Prevail over what?
For our dawn is but nigh.

Isaac Olajos

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The Prophets of One – A Poem

IMG_2702Years upon years,
The wiser would say.
Yet who was the wiser?
For I stand here this day.

On the graves of the greater,
The tombs of the told.
Was it I whom the wiser?
I say not for years old.

For thought is but thorough,
Nor times before dead.
Wisdom is wording,
How the heart meets the head.

Isaac Olajos

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Inherence – A Poem

IMG_00000399The hearts of man bear only gold,
For our children in our hearts we hold.
Hidden by the times ahead,
We learn, but not, for silence is lead.

Isaac Olajos

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Ruins Inside – A Poem

IMG_1530A fortress forged
from hearts of stone.

Steel poured ponders,
we’re with someone

Bitterly blustered
by wind and one.

Murals fade
walls to none.

 

Isaac Olajos

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To The Once Brave – A Poem

IMG_1078Death is but an impression of life.
Their actions will follow you in time.
Lives affecting yours, ended or not.

Think, and they will have been restored.
Feel, and they will have been reborn.
Fight, and our hearts will cease to mourn.

Look to your left, move to your right.
Death may only feel like death;
When they should stand tall at your side.

Isaac Olajos

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We are All Soldiers – A Poem

IMG_1339Hear the heart beat drums of war.
Notes to end,
Our lives too poor.

Head the heavy masts ahead.
Stab the sunrise,
Less be dead.

Litter the lines with more than men.
Hold your breath,
Don’t count to ten.

Sail the stars as fears take flight.
There will be none,
no lovers tonight.

Seed our sorrows in ruins of some.
Their hearts are gone,
The war is won.

Isaac Olajos

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The Writers Mantra – A Creation of My Own

DSCF6432There is a mantra that I thought up years ago when I first became interested in writing. It is short, simple, and true to anyone who finds power in words. I encourage you to share/reblog this to see if it is true to all writers, for my reach as a blogger is very slim at this point in time. I hope you find meaning in it, among other things I write:

Give Me a Picture,
And I will give you a thousand words.
Give me a Word,
And I will recreate the World in its likeness.

-Isaac Olajos

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The Fall – A Poem

IMG_1535There is a cliff somewhere.
One which we must all plunge from.
It’s height varies in time,
It’s slopes rise and fall with our hearts.

When we leave its edge,
We may not cease to exist.
For the fall does not finish us,
Yet, the jump decides our fate.

Each man must disappear into the blackness,
Fight his instincts,
Fear his existence.
Find himself before his momentum halts.

Can we rise against the swell of our thought?
Lift the weight of worry from our shoulders?
Comfort our fluttering hearts?
Heat the frigid wasteland that captures our skin?

As you stumble through the woods, to come upon your cliff,
Hear the trees crack as their spines stretch to the stars.
Do not peer over the edge,
For life ceases to mean, as the end is seen.

Isaac Olajos

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