Eternal Shrine to Youth

By MRC Mason

Poetry of various styles from the author's youth, including romance, adventure, spiritual and political. The poet does not express particularly social or political agendas and simply expresses the doubts pains and delights of a turbulent youth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: The Ragged Edge
• Release date: Jun 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9781763535121

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Eternal Shrine

To

Youth

The Poetry

of

Times Past

by

MRC Mason

© 2024

Table of Contents

NO NAME

AWAKE TO LOVE

NETTLE AND STALK

A LATE VALENTINE'S POEM

STARLIGHT

ONE-WAY DOOR

DEATH OF PRIDE

DARKNESS IN DOUBT

FERTILITY

DARK MADNESS

ON THE BRINK

THE BLACK SONG

MERRY LAUGHTER, SORRY AFTER

DAILY MYSTERY

PENSIONED POSSIBILITIES

FALSE

ALL I CAN DO

BEYOND THE WORLD

MIND OVER MIND

A RARE SNOW FALL

ONE

IMAGE OF THE DEAD

EMOTIVATE

DAYDREAMING

FEELINGS  GONE.

IS THERE A MUSE COME UPON ME?

AN ANGEL'S VENGEANCE

RESPITE

SCHOOL

THE BURNING

THE SWEETER SISTER

A CHRISTMAS PRESENT FOR BETSY

HEART ON THE WALL

FOOTFALLS ON AN EMPTY STREET

FAREWELL DREAM

PATIENCE AND PAIN

ON WHITE

NO DEATH WISH, FROM HARPO TELLINE AND THE FUNEREALS

BON APPETIT, MONCHER.

FOLLOW ME

HOW WOULD YOU BE

THE VENUS PRAYER

LINES IN ANGER

O SO FAE

JUST A DREAM

HUMMING BIRDIE

FELL IN LOVE LAST FRIDAY

TO BE OR NOT TO BE

LOVE

ON THE SIDELINES

INTEGRATION

JOURNEY BEYOND

LOVE UNSEEN

RESTING

WHO IS HE?

LEAVING

THE SACRIFICE

CASH IN THINGS

WAITING FOR THE HOUR

SILK TOUCH

EVERMORE

SILK MOON SHIMMER

DOUBT AND  DESTINY

NO NAME

There came on me a time when I was sure.

I saw what you gave the world

And knew what I'd searched for

Was near at hand.

Whether you balance me or mirror me,

I know that what you give I can receive.

What you are I like

And that will be our likeness.

It's a common slip to forget,

And so easy to ignore, yet now

Amidst nature's fireworks unannounced

Your desire grows within me.

Sounds of meditation mingle with rain,

As I hear, within my heart, your cry

And sobs of potency from an angry sky

Give life to this thing to be.

RUNES BEFORE DAWN

Dream self quests upon hidden ways.

Seems it always knows the path.

Doesn't worry, just knows what it likes.

Doesn't try to take what it doesn't.

Its liquid touch cleans the cup.

I stop at the brim of my tasting,

Knowing not quite what to ask

And for a moment time’s river slows,

Joining swollen turmoil, rushing,

Giddy with something wished for.

You can't have what you didn't want.

It takes time. Choice was in the past.

Now is for thinking,

Seeing charged by thoughts,

Love filtered through the mask.

Flitting through night's light speed dance

No question the lean mind is unsurpassed.

No sameness threatens to lay down the law,

No fear to shake the pond,

Nor any cloud to blind.

Am I eternally young and really utterly free?

Knocked from my senses, only, by some game in paradise.

A patient old creature, an adventuring sprite,

A heavenly hound bewitched on the moon's night?

Now I'd be told, to silence alone