116 Eternal Life

The majesty mankind does ere possess
The victory we hold upon the earth,
Will fade as time declares our great distress,
And ever-present snares degrade its worth!
This loss is felt upon the heart of man,
In pain he knelt to question living’s worth,
To find a golden balm, the search began,
No answer came, no psalm to heal the Earth.
Above the trees is heard a silent call,
The great disease is broken in the mind,
For thoughts will never die, as bodies fall,
To others shall they fly, ‘tis you they find.
If one does seek in short to never die,
Then he must find his essence in the mind.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
-December 17, 2006

111 Corruption of Love

A phantom oh so simple and complex,
Her beauty doth ensnare and free in one,
This mystery will ere our minds perplex,
Afore and aft the love has thus begun.
The binding of another to yourself,
Does vast accent the differences therein,
As warring poison threatens loving wealth,
The lovers, to dissolve their love, begin.
Yet love is not so evil in itself,
It brings a glory, happiness and joy,
As one puts other interests o’er himself,
And revels in his life, again a boy.
It ever seems the wicked fate of man,
Corrupt the soul, the good that He began.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written December 6, 2006

115 The Sweet Repose of Death

The vision of my corpse upon the sand,
The silent song of peace uplifted high,
The shout of captive freed beyond the land,
This shall be heard above the bluest sky!
It ever seems my destiny to flee,
To follow aft a passion false indeed,
Yet soon shall come a time of majesty,
When no temptation may remove the seed!
I flee and ere return to God the King,
A constant cycle shown in Judah’s past,
Yet soon the knell of wretched life will ring,
No need shall prompt return, at longest last!
Oh come, sweet death’s repose to free the soul!
I cannot wait ‘til spirit’s fin’ly whole!
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written December 11, 2006

114 The Mockery

Awake, ye slumb’ring spirits of the night!
Awake, ye little dove, your lord returns!
Awake, and see the beauty in the light,
Ignite the soul, until your passion burns!
By never-ending slumber were you caught,
The wicked silence of the modern soul,
With foolish merriment you once were bought,
Your spirit, to be lively, was made cold.
May vivid light of beauty shine again!
May bliss of heart and soul be shown in flesh,
Contrast the horrid mockery of sin,
And shine the light of love as from the creche!
Oh truer love, true sensuality,
True beauty shine, and mock the mockery!
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written December 10, 2006

113 The First Kill

A silent walk, the weapon raised to aim,
A steady stalk, the beast is not aware,
The path of life intense, of death a game,
As hunter feels suspense upon the air.
The finger moves so soft, without a sound,
The bird remains aloft, while moving not.
The beast does fall, blood flowing from the wound,
It ends his all, in silence is he caught.
The hunter moves to end what life is left,
The muzzle’s grooves enjoy another spin,
If not was done before, the life is cleft,
The bird is at the door, to enter in.
Perhaps a beast does hold a life sublime,
At, best, it's worth alone, a meter’d rhyme.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written December 9, 2006

112 Unity

The man of iron rises to the stage,
The nation ripped apart will be reborn,
The Potter molds this diplomatic mage,
To reunite the nation that was torn.
Another noble mad does share the age,
Another nation broke was then reborn,
The free and brave a horrid war did wage,
To reunite America the torn!
A newer man will work in modern age,
Diplomacy and war will not suffice,
He must undo the lasting ancient rage,
And yet retain the truth amid the lies.
The universal church in torment cries,
The Lamb will come again, division dies!
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written December 7, 2006

110 The Defeat of Poetry

The length of time is much too short to tell,
Barbaric rhyme is much too coarse a form,
To beauty so divine, mere words are hell,
The cage of passing time, a horrid norm.
The arrogant alone would now attempt
To carve in lasting stone the tale so loft,
To speak in word what beauty I have dreamt,
To kill a bird so lovely and so soft.
This tale above the riches of the earth,
Is full of love, yet never known in slight,
I mourn to never tell of greatest worth,
I rage and loudly yell my loss of sight!
No ear can hear, no word can close describe,
The softest tear does fall for broken rhyme.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written December 4, 2006

109 The Mystery Of Life

The frigid air awakes the memory
Before the snare of modern time was heard,
The child’s song, so full of mystery,
What ere went wrong, the silence of a word.
The simple life was never once his goal,
He wanted strife, a combat of the bold,
He longed for life to grow, become the whole,
And victory to flow, not ever old.
Yet now he stands aloft, not changed much,
His heart still longs for more, not satisfied,
But now his goal is age, and wisdom such,
His youth of spirit in its full has died.
This loss he mourns yet cannot ere describe,
It shall remain the mystery of life.
© Jerusalemrising (Tyler O’Neil)
Written December 2, 2006

108 The Loss of the Ages

Across the age, the changing wind of time,
The battles rage, at loss for truth or peace,
The carnal losses weigh on broken rhyme,
The war and strife will stay, and spread disease.
The pedestal of thought makes man divine,
The knowledge he has sought explains the trees,
And yet the word for all this thought divine,
Cannot be heard, and yields the great disease.
For knowledge vast is nothing if not shared,
The learning cast aside when not passed on,
A melody of loss is thus procured,
The evils are the cost of learning gone.
As man does learn the truths of all the world,
They cannot ere be tools unless unfurled.
© Jerusalemrising
Written December 2, 2006

63 The American Volksgeist

What can be said, of such the greater men
Who, faced with fear, our nation did begin!
We ever seek to speak their praise again,
For they despised both tyranny and sin!
And yet to we ourselves we never look,
To see what we uphold, a freedom vast!
‘Tis far beyond our thought, what slav’ry took,
And ever in our minds, “let freedom last!”
Together for this freedom we must fight,
For it entails a liberty to all!
While some will say, “To free them we’ve no might,”
We ever strive to rise up slav’ry’s fall!
‘Tis said this land belongs unto the Brave,
T’was build and stands, true liberty to save!
© Jerusalemrising
Written May 1, 2006