Unbreakable Bound

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Unbreakable Bound

The heart it is breaking
how I feel this-
unbreakable bound

The tiny room
where Napoleon yielded
his life and honor-

Far behind
the purple curtain
as tourists gawk

And pale tidings
rub the gambit
of hero's death

As the field asked
who, who won
midnight's hour struck

Time smiled and said
no more, no more
sun has died

And you and I
crouched so low
ask ounce of shade.

A pound of flesh
with no remorse
hangman's true delight

The heart it is breaking
how I feel this-
unbreakable bound.

Robert J. Lindley,
April 22nd 1972, age 18

Note: One look and Heaven gave its answer.
Walk in the light and ask no more...

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

If A Man Lives And Dies with Courage


On the sheep-cropped summit, green meadows survive
below the villages celebrate just being alive
Time and a dangerous world that spins forever
where man works with devices, a crank and lever
to earn his ever so poorly gotten low pay
Low and behold when good fortune falls that bless day
Man trudges through his begotten stupor of life
And give God thanks if he has a true loving wife
She a princess that kisses and serves his just needs
And he a warrior that if he must fights and bleeds.

Robert J. Lindley, Jan 25th 1971
age 17

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

And We Where Given Birth, Born As A Crop From Heaven Seed

Black shadows from a bad ailing sun, little to no hope
Stains that inch their way into a most badly bleeding heart
Why does the rope burn and the wanton spirit fail to cope
Are we blinded prisoners from birth, a condemned start.
Yes and no, none are so free as those that give not a damn
As they walk through their lives caring not for morality
Is the bold truth a Hollywood fable, a cursed slam
We swim poison rivers immune to their dark reality.
The local tavern fills up and its dead learn to slow dance
Saturday night they spout out vividly gigantic lies
With the screaming dreams, the hopes on a wayward chance
That the guilty earth splits, and time ends and everybody dies.
Hold this deeper thought, love is what we all so badly need
And we where given birth, born as a crop from Heaven seed.

Robert J. Lindley, 3-26- 1972
Sonnet
Age 18

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Of Homer, Iliad And The Fall Of The Mighty Greeks

As the moon repents from its many vague allusions
And the splintered rains never rain upon true imaginations
What are we to think of those fools, plastic imitations
Does bright dew and turnips spring from revolutionary actions

He toys with unrepentant love and celebrated crisis
Begs the grey-cast dawn to organize her princess retreat
While pigs and blinded dogs drink furiously at the oasis
The Greek, smokes final cigar and tells us damn you boys eat

We tread ever onward; dawn stimulates its latent spirit
Ahead lay the great battlefields of the valiant Greek dead
Clouds begin vomiting and blood spurts out from trees near it
Homer ghost comes, cries lets be true to our heroes
instead.

Mighty Greeks fought hundred of battles had heroes in all.
Sad, nobody stays on top, so even the Greeks had to fall.


Robert J. Lindley, Rhyme
Feb 11th, 1971 age 17

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

The Saddest Truth Of Love And Its Deep Darker Side

Love too often acts so radically says life
Forbiddenly, it holds emotional cut scars
Cut with an on loan, long diamond edge butcher's knife
It wages battles aplenty, wrecks destructive wars
It climbs trees, soars into the high heavens above
That sadder truth I know, its darkness is jet black
Some laud its beauty amidst this world's push and shove
Yet under its spell, good sense they often do lack.

Warnings and consequences rarely do matter
But intelligence hides the truth of this sad world
Once its fever drives you mad as the Mad Hatter
Into a passion filled stupor you are hurled

Addicted your heart and soul are its new play thing
Out you go to buy her a fancy diamond ring.

Robert J. Lindley, Dark Sonnet
April, 23rd, 1971

[AHZ]

The Saddest Truth Of Love And Its Deep Darker Side

Love too often acts so radically says life
Forbiddenly, it holds emotional cut scars
Cut with an on loan, long diamond edge butcher's knife
It wages battles aplenty, wrecks destructive wars
It climbs trees, soars into the high heavens above
That sadder truth I know, its darkness is jet black
Some laud its beauty amidst this world's push and shove
Yet under its spell, good sense they often do lack.

Warnings and consequences rarely do matter
But intelligence hides the truth of this sad world
Once its fever drives you mad as the Mad Hatter
Into a passion filled stupor you are hurled

Addicted your heart and soul are its new play thing
Out you go to buy her a fancy diamond ring.

Robert J. Lindley, Dark Sonnet
April, 23rd, 1971

epic

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

epic

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Thank you my friend.
I see you admire poetry. Always to me that is a clear sign of a much higher intelligence. -Tyr

[AHZ]

\
Thank you my friend.
I see you admire poetry. Always to me that is a clear sign of a much higher intelligence. -Tyr

of course it is.

the job of the poet is to distillate life down into a terse effective expression. not an easy job.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

of course it is.

the job of the poet is to distillate life down into a terse effective expression. not an easy job.

If by a "terse effective expression", you mean succinct, then we are in agreement ....--Tyr

[AHZ]

If by a "terse effective expression", you mean succinct, then we are in agreement ....--Tyr

lol. I most certainly do mean that.

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Co-Exist, Neither Of Us Fear The Knife

I saw the crescent moon in dappling sky
Gentle wind danced about and moaned
Earth spoke quite clear and told the crescent moon
Let all liars that lie now be stoned
Does not the wizen owl straight on home fly?

I saw the vast crowd of bright twinkling stars
They danced to tease the dark looming night
I ran with fast wolves, our hearts beat as one
We watch the Heavens and saw all was right
And fought not to create vicious scars!

I saw life ebb and truth sat there quite clear
Nobody cowered, nobody fears.
Heart and spirit seeks wisdom and true life
Co-exist, neither of us fear the knife!

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Feb. 12th 1972

Note:
Inner Peace Quotes:
“Never be in a hurry; do everything quietly and in a calm spirit. Do not lose your inner peace for anything whatsoever, even if your whole world seems upset.” —Saint Francis de Sales
“The life of inner peace, being harmonious and without stress, is the easiest type of existence.” —Norman Vincent Peale
“Do not let the behavior of others destroy your inner peace.” —Dalai Lama
“Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson
“If you are depressed you are living in the past if you are anxious you are living in the future, if you are at peace, you are living in the present.” —Lao Tzu
“When things change inside you, things change around you.” —Unknown
“Peace of mind for five minutes, that's what I crave.” —Alanis Morissette

[Tyr-Ziu Saxnot]

Evolution Is Man-Made, Lying Fairy Tale

You feel it, know it, deep down in your flowing blood
No way, you did not crawl from the cold oozing mud
No sir, you realize it wrapped quite deep within
You have a soul underneath your covering skin
You have a kind true heart that can in sweet love feel
You hope, dream and pray and from many things you heal
Your ideas in life come from a bright thinking brain
When hurt you know, you feel that as an aching pain
Kindness and sympathy are traits you hold so dear
Your mind ponders life, love, death and yes you do fear
Do you really believe we crawled up from slimy mud
That our earth never faced that horrible flood.

Evolution is man-made, lying fairy tale.
Place your faith in it and you will end up in hell.

Robert J. Lindley, Sonnet
Nov 27th, 1971

Note: I wrote this at age 17.
I have lived on this blue marble another 52 years now,
since then and I still have faith in this being a poem about truth.