I the jury find

I the jury find

A Poem by Rodrick Franklin McLaren
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Inspiration by review: of Kit Kat; The Poetry That Speaks ... WritersCafe 05/O7 10

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~ Gabriel Reed Farrow... Attend.

Called for Duty, an I did rise. A quiver, in my breast. I ask myself,
is this fair. Can I rise, to this request. I knew upon, the journey
bound. To have had a share, of this. In quest. Yet, upon this more
then average, soul. Eternity, would Rest. I rose, to the shortened
way, and pass the All between, sat hallowed hall to
now her call,
                                    ...All  Hail & Glory...
Resigned. To do my best....  heard all the baited plea. To draw in
tears, from the sky's. Receive announcement in regard, address... ~~~Mercies: pledge...
 
                                   ...I the jury find....

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*** Why, are these demands. Laid upon me.
What needs be, to be fulfilled
I, exist I am...
The sum total, of all my parts. Accepting, a wider divine wheel.
Some to purse & steal. The image liken tale. As life is as well an said...
A fish bowl. To the Stars. That are! And shinning off yon horizons.
Better off, at fair distance. As is say, to them be the better judge...
There a space, deep in me. Shared. With only, a person. Private.
~~~~~~~Appeal... that's sealed. Your own?
*** Yes, why not!
                      
As in this place Heart & Soul. Where I am to believe.
Never alone, and always. Free to judge, that an say:
 
***  "Oh Lord, take... this away!"

~~~Is that like, not to breath. To meet upon, your ending.
And, be there
still . Receive you, bleeding.
To lift you, to that place & reveal. To you...
The, All of you.
Even, those planes, you held away forgotten.
We pray, God. Will, be forgiving...
~~~~~~~Most especially. The hurts and scars.
'Ah no', an sigh deeply. 'You only hang on, not give away.
That, which you... can not, contain.
You so sadly, judge your self,' and so... remain.
To suffer, sweetly. Anyway.  That sleep, down so deep...

~~~Where you, reside. Completely.

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A star now, upon the night. The world, is now: your fish bowl...
~~~~~~~An ocean, as far. As Spirits keep. Freedom Cries, to fill.
And, never... 'BE' contained. Wonderment for, 'I AM'. I exist...
As the eternal, spreads. Its pin wheel flow.
In considered blink, where All, may go...
'
BE
' realized. In the: Here an Now. The Soul.
Not judged, nor hindered.  Align thy self... with, Greater Glory.

~~~In where in, holds 'IS'...

Your whole story. For none to see, as Awareness of Soul. Expands
an shows, 'Realization of the feelings of the heart,' grants you feel. Immensity, and Love. That, which is right & true. To lead us,
ever diligently. In 'Understanding of the mind.' , perceive...
~~~~~~~~~the knowing.
The greater judge, the true acceptance of this. Holy Spirit...
The beauty, in our own creation. Arrived, complete.
The joy... that may. Permeate all of us. Accordingly, this seat...

Open thou the door. Allow in, that light of forgiveness!
For nothing, on the heaven. Nor the earth.
Can, contain it. Save The Heart...
Here, is my throne. Here. Where, I reside.
I am, in myself the knowing. The Sustainer.
To not have, this love. Abide.
~~ Is to open that door, and find. A nil, and empty void.
A space, that can't be filled. By not, save All. The Sustainer...

Where you, judged for your self. The conditions, of your pledge...
No one on earth, knows this. Save you.

Love me, that I. May love thee...
If you love me not.
My love, can in no wise reach thee.
I so loved, my creation..,
I created thee. You...


Accept this, as Love. Is true freedom.
I'm sorry, in my view. From, this jury's box.
You, were wrong. I humbly submit. My finding.
Quote: It’s okay, I am never really ever free!
For your world. To see:
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Innocence & Virtue...
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My jury vote. Will stand,
her final plea. Considered.
Is this truly Ok? An All Hail, this day.

~~~Never mind, I can't judge. Your answer.
'Straight from my heart and soul.' Was her decree. Her truth.
Yes, an so much more than anyone, will ever know...
Questing a Path.
That all poets of heart. Must answer, to them selves.         
Delivered to these depths, these... pearls. Garnered.
Dive deep, the gathering storm. To calm tranquility, known...
~~~~~~~~~Harmony.
That gift, of true silence. That is deafening, Brutal & Kind.
Your Duality. Balance. That you. Define and Judge.
~~~~~~~~~A Poet of Measure.
a Love eternal. judged, the I am.
You are the sum total, of all you. Loved. Regard & Honor, as God.
                            He does know... your true Name.
                               Known by none other Than...                                

                                               I AM

                                   ~~~~~~In trust~~~~~~
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A whisper...
On Angels Wings. A prayer, tis heard. In that regard.
The confirmation, gotten.
Sings your prayer, on Angels Wings. Carry, the precious gift ... you. Are.
Your trial, becomes you, and its brilliance. Shines, in recognition


                                   ~~~~~~ A STAR ~~~~~~

~~~You are loved. Gabriel. Has blown... his Horn.
'BE and it IS'

© 2010 Rodrick Franklin McLaren


Author's Note

Rodrick Franklin McLaren
When to receive a Read Request... to fill a pledge. Return the Love. We hold a duty to fill and do our best . ( I hope ) As this is apart of the plan of Poets that roost this nest. We respond. Upon arrival find a classic plea for Justice decree. This poets heart did find. It being about self and holding a poetry in her heart held back, A part of her self. Not to give and expose. The secrets of her breast. This the truths, that need not be spoken. Who was to judge her. For this. I read so many times through, and sought. The inspiration rise, it was work and hard to grasp. I fear at first, when it arrive.... Maybe, to steep a climb. I stood upon a mountain top, and look 360 degrees. Well I'd climbed here. And this is what, I believe. The above and beyond, a call. I put the quill to my breast. And, set out. From its crest. What you read. Is the verdict.
I the jury found. Innocence & Virtue. A soul that know. I Pray. This deliverance. Love & Faith

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Soul searching journey to judgment and its agonies of choice

Posted 13 Years Ago


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... this is a book ... it's an epic write ... so amazingly profound ... there is such balance in your writing ... such wisdom in your perception ... such fairness and such justice ... wrong and false judgments have squashed many a pious soul ... and ever so often the good people never step out of themselves to see who they really are ... it is usually horror that awaits them in today's real world ... just yesterday ... i was in a conversation where someone insisted and persisted and imposed upon me his world view ... having never met me or known me ... wanting to be the last word on me ... how is that possible i wondered ... the cynics tarnish their own souls ... and as of a few minutes ago ... the same person tried to equate me with himself ... poetry has ceased to be poetic ... and people have ceased to be humane ... and in such a din ... it's absolutely remarkable that you can write this epic write and attempt to restore the balance ... i am inspired ... and blessed i am that i could read this ... i shall return and read this again ... when i am a little less overwhelmed ... and then i shall appreciate the layers and dimensions of this write with greater depth ... thank you so much for writing this and thank you so much for sharing it ...

Posted 14 Years Ago


Outstanding. To have your way with words...

You've such an unique writing style, and it's always so interesting to read :)

Posted 14 Years Ago


Wow! Now this is excellent work friend, a surreal write, a style that I adore:) I have not seen anything like this for a while! Superb work! xx

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is quite beautiful. I love it.

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

You did a very good job writing this. Ten stars and a round of applause!

Posted 14 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

this is really good(: hope to read more from you soon.

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Posted 14 Years Ago


This reminds me so much of Whitman, with impassioned expression of self and freedom. Which are sometimes but not always mutually exclusive.

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1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really enjoyed this write.
There is quite a bit info in this.
I really thought this well written out.
Remarkable read.

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