A Poet's Tone of Heart presents a collection of poetry that touches the heart and soul to the core. Author Answer-Pray Alcius has written verses on topics ranging from heroes returning from war to endless love to the relationships that create our world. He has composed forty-eight poems that offer insightful portrayals of the people we encounter and the events that are part of our lives.
In "Wedding Ring," a simple object with a profound symbolism evokes a joyful heart, while another poem, "Let Me" ponders how to unlock someone's heart. The uniqueness of Alcius's poetry is the connection it has toward our hearts. A Poet's Tone of Heart portrays life experiences through unique poems that inspire deeply felt emotions.
Undefined
You are
The poetry that can never be written,
The metaphor that can never be understood.
You are
The instrument that can never be tuned,
The notes that can never be composed.
You are
The seas that can never be sailed,
The story that can never be told–
All attempts lead to failures.
You are
Wordless and beyond.
A Poet's Tone of Heart
From My Heart, to Your Sight
By Answer-Pray AlciusAbbott Press
Copyright © 2014 Answer-Pray Alcius
All rights reserved.
ISBN: 978-1-4582-1507-9Contents
Failure, 1,
My Guidance, 3,
Hearts of Champions, 5,
Faded Scenery, 6,
Through You, 9,
Heart of a Hero, 11,
The Gentleman That Cries, 13,
Her World, 14,
The Unknown Path of a Soldier, 17,
Endless Love, 19,
Your Will, 21,
Second to Greatness, 22,
To Those I Owe, 25,
Red Carpet, 27,
Highlights, 29,
Wedding Ring, 30,
Limitless, 33,
Untitled, 35,
Alcius Saxon Boast, 37,
Lucifer, 38,
Family, 41,
A True Savior, 42,
Undefined, 45,
My World, My Shoes, 46,
Untitled, 49,
The Stranger, 51,
The Loner, 53,
Meaningless, 54,
One Day, Someday, Never, 57,
Shallow, 59,
Let Me, 61,
My Festive Funeral, 62,
A Lost Diamond, 65,
The Vision from Hell, 67,
What If?, 69,
The Kid That He Is, 70,
Heaven, 73,
Peaceful Pain, 75,
The Camera, 77,
Those Eyes, 78,
A Modest Man, 81,
The Hero, 83,
Upon Your Request, 85,
My Dark Hours, 86,
Your Eyes, 89,
Love, 91,
The Guilt, 93,
Show Me Beauty, 94,
CHAPTER 1
Failure
Failure is what I am;
Failure is my nature.
It is not my favorite desire
But is my best teacher.
It humbled my flesh
And showed me the reflections of the truth.
I can never deny but accept of
What is already there.
I can never fight it.
If so, it will leave me as a deceiver.
It is the climax of my roller coaster.
At the near end, failure leaves me
The treasure of successes.
My Guidance
I will not look at you
With my eyes but with my heart.
My sight can deceive the heart,
But my heart can never deceive my sight.
My heart only seeks the beauty from within
And shadows the outer.
It is the perfect mirror
Without the blind spot
That will always reveal the truth.
The plaster emotions that you establish with
Your thoughts and the flesh
Are meaningless to its presence.
My heart will never guide me to
The wrong road but will lead me
To the chosen one.
Hearts of Champions
The sweats, the heartbeats, and the breath
Are nothing compared to this earth.
The passion, the ethics, and the mentality
Are beyond the insanity of any reality.
The pains, the struggles, and the heartbreaks
Are the immunity of their universe.
It can never be comprehended or exemplified.
It cannot be stopped or contained.
Greatness is its driven force.
The will, the fire will keep on burning
To everlasting remarks down in history.
Many have tried to obtain such,
But only so few have acquired.
They will be legends and heroes that give us
Dreams and keep our children dreaming,
Give us hope and inspire our grandchildren to the fullest,
For they too have walked in their shoes in the past.
We looked at them and captured the moments
To cherish greatness at its best.
The heart of champion cannot be tamed
nor be conquered.
Faded Scenery
You have looked upon the past
And wondered, will anything ever last?
You are witnessing that everything
Is falling apart as each day is rattling by.
Sadly, it is strangling your heart.
The sweet childhood memories
Are now forever embedded in history.
The sunset on the playground is
Different as you walked by it,
Wishing you could go back
And revive those sweet melodies,
Remembering those nights of how you used
To dream of those things that lie ahead,
Which were so unclear to you then.
Now, you are feeling the tears rolling down your eyes,
As you know that it is beyond your reach.
The past is like a tangible stain that can never be clean;
It is forever equipped in your mind.
At this moment, you stand in the present—
At the other end, where you are already
Past your heydays.
You are seeing the unclear images boldly,
For you have lived on the end of both ropes.
There is no more dreaming.
There is no more questioning.
There is no more waiting.
Only time will tell the final tale.
Through You
Through your eyes,
I will see all the miseries.
Through your ears,
I will hear the voices of the speechless.
Through your mouth,
I will speak for the voiceless.
Through your face,
I will image the outcast.
Through your heart,
I will love the unloved.
Through your shoulder,
I will carry all burdens.
Through your arm,
I will comfort the broken.
Through your hands,
I will feed the feeble.
Through your feet,
I will conquer every ground.
Through your body,
I will shield the vulnerable.
Through your name,
I will serve justice to the righteous.
Through you,
I can do all things that...