The Beginnings of Freedom, Page 2
ToJackson
Within your mind reside.
Where many lovely days were spent
While clashing with the tide.
Nature’s slow, unhurried pace
Protects its unseen beauty.
While human answers form a race
And choke off nature’s duty.
While eyes, mind and beauty worry
From me receive no rush, no hurry.
The Hand of Man
Time itself can bring no treasure
For time alone is no true measure
Without regard to present weather...
Through time our will has changed the land
Changing as the shifting sand
Still, we have not changed the man...
Advance, advance and if by chance
Our path is blocked by wall or lance
Advance again;
Our victory dance...
Changed by one great restless hand
With which the fires of hell are fanned
Still, will we ever change the man?
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Always There Is a Cost
The heart watches time above all things
And measures truth.
Still, truth is too often held
While love is lost.
Those who are willing to fight;
Being not quite willing,
Wait to be called and waiting are caught.
Always there is a cost
Even in waiting.
These Eyes (A Daydream)
Tonight I gaze into the cold;
Deep into the uncertain shadows of night
And long to see the morning’s light
Shine along the lines of your body
As you lie quietly sleeping
Fatigued by our long night’s passion…
Sonnet #2 (I Love You)
I often sit with you; restless, silent,
Living that one moment in solitary joy
Of you. Overcome because our time is spent
Veiled by the cool restraint we must employ.
Endangered by our timidness; like a shy
Youth that never learned to dance, we humble
Ourselves before our fears, suppressing high
Uncertain dreams until they crumble!
True love is born full grown; strong and
Eager for expression, glorious as the still
Rainbow stretching brightly from sea to sand.
Embracing this love should be our only truth; it’s will
Should be our dance, its birth a happy start
As we grow together, two lives – one heart!
To Stephen Crane
Being always on my deathbed
I have little to look forward to
But hell and you…
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About the Author
Toby Jackson was born in California, and grew up with his parents and two siblings in Texas. He earned a Bachelor's Degree in Education at the University of Texas in Austin. Toby currently lives in Albuquerque, New Mexico with his wife, two children, and four dogs. He teaches elementary school Physical Education, and enjoys playing golf, practicing yoga, occasionally writing poetry, and spending time with his family.
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