Amarantha Francoise Dyuaaxchs Seeking Knowledge

DEATH LEADS HOME

Above the world is life and death.
That is where we go to take our rest
Above the world is Home, Home
Free to fly and roam
Lost is the world, and lost is life
An end to all the good we have shared
In our world happiness was rife
And many things we dared to do
Remember what was once
Sunny days that shone bright
And when we spent the night
What was, what was once
Now your eyes are forever closed
Hand in hand we wrote the tale
Hand in hand we sang
Dreaming of a far off dale
And creating another name
But this sleep is not a doze
What was once, what was once, what was once
Now what was once is gone

Silently sorrowing is life and death
A circle and a cross beat breath
Silently sorrowing is Home, Home
Free now to condone
The clouds cover all on this earth
The rain affects both none and all
Together we've been since our birth
But this rainbow will never come
Remember what was once
A world of laughter brightens the rain
And a struggle gives a gain
What was, what was once
Now your laugh is forever still
Hand in hand we gave our life
Hand in hand we lived
Hoping for an end of strife
And creating that which to give
You are gone, and so is my will
What was once, what was once, what was once
Now what was once is gone.

Following, flying, is life and death
A heart thumps time and time to fret
Following, flying, is Home, Home
Free to not live alone
Free to no exist any more
My life is gone into your stone
Ignoring truth, shutting out all lore
The facts are there, but all is done
Remember what was once
A moon below the stars
Dreams of travelling far
What was, what was once
Now two hearts are less than one
The roses' teardrops fall
With the rain of skies
Streams, rocks, fields, forests, all
Accompanying dew of my eyes
Life and time and death go on
What was once, what was once, what was once
Now what was once is gone.

THE WINDS

There's a strange young stranger coming to the city now
‘Twould be best if we caught up to him now, anyhow
Whenever one has questions, ask a stranger, thou.
Then return to milking cows.
If an answer's not forthcoming, travel West
You may find an answer working at it's best
Hurry up to travel, wash and get dressed
Then return to take your rest.
If an answer's not forthcoming, travel North
Don your coat and cloak and hat and travel forth
A pot of gold is less than an answer's worth
Then warm your feet upon the hearth.
If an answer's not forthcoming, travel East
O'er hill and hedge avoid trouble and beast
Follow advice, eat bread without yeast
Then return home for a feast.
If an answer's not forthccoming, travel South
Set your feet on the road and travel South
Follow you heart, you'll find your growth
When home then fill your mouth.
An answer's worth a pot of gold
Over dales to the rainbow
Listen to each village's old
Return home, don't stay forever cold.

EMOTIONS, KNOWLEDGE, GENDERS

Four horses followed me;
Black, white, grey, red.
They reared high above me;
They grey leaped over my head.
They genuflected to me;
The red had trouble being led.
They raced themselves ahead of me;
Black and white together pounded,
And the four horses knew me.
Black and white were wed
But would not separate for me.
The grey reached and insisted,
Burrowing into me.
And the sunny, fiery red
Gloriously echoed from me.
Black and white thundered ahead,
Around the world from me.
The grey put its hooves on my head,
Sheltering and exposing me.
Drawing further, it circled me
With the books I had read.
The red stayed to the right of me,
Then, dancing, left trotted.
Spinning, it laughed at me,
Glanced at others, but me it taunted.
I saw black and white far from me,
And they still had the grey and red.

CRITICISM

I always receive some words.
You are faster than me.
He is bigger than me.
She is stronger than me.
Someone is handsomer than me.
Are we asleep?
Are they really smarter than me?
Are you really there?
But . . .
All the world is everyone.

WHAT?

I wonder about you.
Did a bulldozer dig you up?
Were you piled by children?
Did a farmer's shovel turn you over?
Did a mole push you into the sunlight?
Were you shoved out of the way by a worm?
Do you wonder too?

ORGAN

Six stories, six stories,
And ten billion sounds.
Combining matrices
Echo and compound.
Hollowly expressionless,
They fill to ultimate art.
Woe and wary dreaming;
God's work cannot yet start.
Panelled glass and panelled wood
Colorfully create
Pictures of the lives of saints
And an instrument, the silence to abate.

A HOLIDAY POEM

Happy Holidays to my family,
And to all your families, too.
Happy Hanukkah, Christmas, New Years,
Present Day and Saint Lucia's, too.

If my family were your family,
And if your family were mine,
Then we relatives should get together
Around the Holiday time!

A Holiday with no relatives,
Is like cake with frosting none.
It isn't really necessary,
But it makes it much more fun!

Hopefully your dreams come true,
With parents, grandparents, and such,
And hopefully antacid will be there,
If you should happen to eat too much!

And when it's all over,
We leave our relatives behind,
To sweep up all the crumbs and wrappings . . .
Aren't Holidays so fine?!

LEARNING

Is light steady or changing?
Are colors one or many?
Does sight bend or stray?
Answer these questions of future.
Is vibration quickly or slowly?
Are songs steady or uneven?
Does life stumble of pace?
Answer these questions for future.
Is clothing soft or harsh?
Are foodstuffs well stored or not?
Does understanding travel ever at all?
Answer these questions, the future.

AGE

It does annoy me
Because it's falling apart.
It's been used too long.
If 'twere friendship, we
Would not dump it in a cart.
Length strengthens that song.

COOKED MEAT

A man out walking in ancient times
Saw smoke rising from afar.
A grass fire approaches quickly,
Terrifies the central heart.

He took shelter underneath a stream,
Breathing through a slender reed.
Emerging after the heat had passed,
Animals planted the seed.

Squirrel, chamois, megaceros, elk,
Deer, and many other names,
Crackling, blackened, fur gone away;
Perished all in the hot flames.

The hunter famished discovered this;
Fire is for protection, warmth;
Could it not also kill his food?
He tested the lifeless forms.

The meat so warm, he cut with his blade
Of stone chipped into a shape.
It was fresh and tender and sweet,
A good meal for all its way.

A tribe of twenty adults at home,
And perhaps seven children,
Saw ruined meat upon his back.
Horrified at the new thought.

"The food is burnt," said the great, grand chief.
"Go bring us back some meat."
"But you should try it," said hunter,
"Its wonderful taste is sweet."

A party was gathered to hunt bison,
The horrid meat cast aside.
Hunter would not fuss or scorn.
He was obedient to the chide.

A youngling with mind still flexible
Reached out a chubby, tiny hand.
The unworn teeth fastened on the staple;
Something soft that would soon change the land.

His mother caught him in disobedience,
Started to raise a hardwood branch;
Then stopped and seized the abhorrence;
Was surprised the taste did not make him blanch.

The tribal men returned with but squirrel
And were greeted with a feast.
The women had cooked all the vegetables
And they ate the burned beasts.

ANIMATION

It started with a wrecking ball.
The wrecking ball decided to fall,
And since it could not go straight down,
It thought it might do better to go on around.

"They're alive!" cried Olivia-Ann Neanderthal.
But no one heard her call.

A boulder at the top of towering bluff
Leaped over it's gravitational 'but's.
It ignored human physics, disobeyed the rules.
It wanted to stagnate, would be no human's fool.

"They're alive!" cried Olivia-Ann Neanderthal.
But no one heard her call.

The boulder crashed into mountain climbers.
A pedestrian was hit by the first, the primer.
Gravel began to fling into the seas.
Whole beaches raised and plunged without cease.

"They're alive!" cried Olivia-Ann Neanderthal.
But no one heard her call.

Flooding did not, could not, would not occur.
It was betrayal not to squash together.
Closer matter raised the weakest force.
And upon living bodies it was reinforced.

"They're alive!" cried Olivia-Ann Neanderthal.
But no one heard her call.
They were alive; and now there was no one at all.

BLACK AND WHITE

Black and white;
These are the ultimate opposites of the universe.
To make a trilogy,
All wanting to stay the same:
Black and white;
Day and night;
Dark and light.
And they rhyme!
But . . .
The middle
Is vice versa.
The opposites are the same,
But their order means naught.

HARM

Harm yourself before you harm another.
Kill yourself before you kill another.
Thus find the proper persepective.
I would, I would . . .
But emotions boil so
And what comes next is unknown.

ETERNAL ARTISTS

Adeste Fideles, I will live forever,
Forever and ever unto the end.
The world is mine
As it is my neighbors'.
Come and show the wonders.
Create and live forever.
Leave something behind for everyone.

AULDEN TIMES

Should everlasting life be sought
And the world be left behind?
Should life and love and child begot
Be cast off from the mind?
The glorious gates, they open wide.
Oblivion paves a way!
Flip a coin to choose which side:
Dance death or try to stay.

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