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TO LOOK IN UPON:
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SECOND
DIALOGUE
A short introduction would be most fitting for this next selection. It is unfortunate however that I do not have one. This needs no particular introduction except to remind the reader to be open-minded and to be wary. Proceed with cautionary appreciation and most especially with meticulous slowness for best understanding and in-depth sympathy.
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ME SOMETIMES {part I}
Sometimes. I. There is only.
Emptiness.
Vast, Filling, Overwhelming , Emptiness.
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ME SOMETIMES {part II}
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[Note for the reader:- In 1995, I lost a cousin-big brother. I wrote this for him in rememberance of his bravery and courage that he showed. He died of intestinal cancer and it was a slow painful death. Knowing death was inevitable did not change his demeanour.
He was my mentor. I loved him. I wanted to be him..
He did not shout Eli Eli Lama Sabacthani! And a wonderful Christian was he and is still. A true child of God. And...He was true to the end; atleast outwardly. Which is most important for other people but least important for yourself. It helped the rest of us to be strong. But one thing is certain. As each day passes and death passes nearby I grow ever tired.
Each time it leaves me feeling evermore vulnerable and alone even though I am surrounded by loved ones. But I also grow cold.
Like Chinua Achebe wrote, at first I was death leave me, but I still lost loved ones; then I was in all African tradition, death I implore you but it was futile once again, you need not know and I will spare myself the effort of recounting them; by then I was death you may do as you like, defiant and ironically fitting in his choice death obliged himself once again; the other day I was death I defy you and once again he passed close by. I know my destiny. I know there is still more chaos and many undoings still to pursue and many redoings and new doings to accomplish. I hope one day, when the time has come for me to die, I can die with his dignity and faith. SO!, now I am death we shall see!
[I know when the time will come for me to die.
But for Steve, as you watch me from on high. I write this poem since I cannot cry.
To the reader I say thanks for your patience.
I needed to release that which was long in coming and yet I still carry more in debt which has refused to come out.]
When The Time Has Come For ME To Die
Now that the time has come for me to die?
I'll know not when, I'll know not why.....
When the time has come for me to die
I'll know not when I'll know not why.....
I'll go on with the norms without shame and I'll not be shy
For I have learned never to give victory to merciless Death so......,
I'll not say goodbye.
For all the things I've said and done, when I leave I'll never regret
For where I go I tend to believe I'll do all the things I could not do,
and say all that which I could not say and,
I'll do them better yet.
Now I know that I'm about to die listen then to man's first and last cry,
For where I go I Am sure to gain,
Unforeseeable knowledge, unforeseeable pain yet all in all will be
What ye mortals can never attain.
I'll leave behind the mortal love in whose care I could find no ill,
For an eternal bliss and boundless love which, of the two,
Is the greater love still.
I beseech you, do no wrong by me, do not mourn my passing way,
But for the joy and pain we shared in a twinkling of an eye, hold a celebration.
For in my passed mortal time I am grateful for my chance,
But where I go you cannot follow,
To rhythms and musics of my steps you cannot dance,
For the joy I'll feel when I get there,
There is no equal in living creation
Therefore,
I pray you'll let me go, cling not to the memory as it were at my graveside,
But anticipate that eternal new image of self, safe....,
From times limiting tide.
I'll know not when I'll know not why,
So if a time when you look and find me not,
Look up, and that will be me,
Among the stars of the sky.
For when the time comes for me to die,
I'll be not gone,
Only a star will have
captured my soul up on high
As a sign of my faith,
A brigde between my new world and yours in show,
And at your time of sadness, I'll twinkle and bring you gladness as you bask in my celestial glow.
Just my heavenly way of saying I know.
So every time your heart does shudder with grief of caring style,
Find, amoung the stars, that tell-tale wink and that will be my soul giving you a smile.
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Sometimes the way we feel you and I
Sometimes the way we feel you and I
depends on how many stars there are in the sky,
how many twinkle up above my wandering eyes
or whether there is a full moon
or a cloudless night
sometimes the way I feel
comes with the,
washing away and deep cleansing smell of rain on old dust-covered stones
that new refreshing smell of the rebirth of Old Earth
gives my soul much hope fills me with mirth
at other times it all changes with the smell of newly cut grass
the vigorous bursts of leafy growth
the rush to grow up and be somebody and get somewhere
not just to stay a sproutling or a little bud
spring and a newly mown lawn bring feelings of the old giving way to the new
as if there is little time to waste being yellow or brown
GREEN IS THE THING !
on other days, my moods depend on the yellows and oranges of autumn
maturity in Nature's taste in clothing
She being all gowned and bedecked in hues of flora and fauna
floral displays and monarchs on the wings ceaselessly on the move
have you ever seen them settle in a place
suddenly the world becomes yellow and orange and black and brown
and even the rainbow would hide her face in bedazzlement
the are a wonderful thing
impressing upon the soul the wonderfulness of being alive and being able to fly
sometimes I don't know how I feel
my soul wanders from emotion to notion
spiritual motion with no particular preference
I just feel
like this
or like that
now
then
wondering why that is
wishing I could explain to someone
but knowing no one would ever understand what I'm feeling
losing myself in myself feeling unlike myself and totally like self
such moods descend upon me with striking speed and are hard to chase
its like waking in the morning and avoiding looking at your own face
because you know the mirror might show you a horrible thing
or it might refuse to reflect your countenance all together
as if you don't exist
other times it shows you something of a shade
ever changing and never quite clear
every once in a while my heart flutters and it feels in certain ways
only at certain times and only on certain days
d'pends on her smile
or the brush of her lips and a soft whisper
shivers and you would burst
a whole tumult of many things pass within
creating great noise and din
as if you were beneath a tidal wave struggling to surface for air
as if you were free falling from a great height rushing wind screeching past your ears
even though the ground approaches at terrific speed
its only the fastness that you heed
on occasion its unexplainable why I feel in a impious way
profane things encircle the mind ringing contemplation like a flock of the blackest vultures
waiting for weakness alert for meekness
its an unfortunate thing
something ungodly settles upon me and I am lost and yet at the same time I am liberated
like I have never been
totally free at will and devoid of conscience
writhing in agonising painful pleasure
revealing surreptitious sinful gestures and expression
it goes on and on and on and on never going away even in the end
revelations into this most frightening
sometimes I don't even think I feel
people talk and I make conversation yet I am not really there
lost in some unknown world of my own of which even I am unaware or couldn't care
it's a frightening thing
sometimes I think I might go there and not come back
sometimes I am afraid I might seep there ever so slowly
little by little and finally be gone for good without warning
indeed this night is producing the most etrangere` thoughts
and its just begun
tonight I feel so old
my spirit feels so heavy and I don't know what brought it on
is this my feeling or something trying to invade my space
do I welcome it or is it forceful
since I don't know I guess we'll just have to see
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Silent Walks Silent Thoughts Silence Stalks Steps In The Night
He steps out into the night
No dazzling stars
A nondescript gibbon
Total silence
Little light except from
the feeble moon
Nothing especially charming
Nor romantic, nor moving, or even frightening
Only a slow, cool smooth breeze blows in the chill
Only the rustling and flapping of leaves disturbs the quiet ever so timidly
Me thinks sound is afraid of interrupting my meditation
So instead she dies down to soft rustling and innocently cooing,
A flutter soothing,
Bringing reflection....
He looks inside...
He looks back at yesterday, today;
And only hopes that more fulfilling tomorrows meet his searching thoughts
Indeed, autumn leaves falling in the still shadows
And pale moonlight streets are not the best of friends
For a wanting soul.
There should be more warmth to look forward to each night
Running blood and heat
Not the occasional startled glances and meows of tom cats
As he kicks a can littering alleyways strewn with this or that trash
Not the rare nightly run with the neighborhood strays
Tongues lolling in the wind sides ribs showing
Rabid teeth smiling senilely as they shoot from beneath the occasional working streetlight
He is unhappy, not sad or mournful,
For those truest of lifelong companions have no cure,
They are the most faithful of mistresses
The most seductive of harlots
Preying upon people several time in their lifetime
Death and despair cannot be escaped
Sadness is a daily mood to be at least three times a day to keep the doctor away
They bring inspiration to heavenly sounds like jazz and blues and soul musics
Speaking directly to a listeners spirit
But that is for another chapter
No on this night
There is not sadness or mourning
Just emptiness inside
There is only void,
And it grows......
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Rest
Where will my heart finally flutter to rest
To escape the celestial winds and currents
Of life's torturing and heartless jests
Why?!
[I meant to scream
but it came out as a hoarse whisper]
All I ever wanted was a fulfilling love
All I ever felt I needed was peace and bliss
Where will my heart flit away from suffering
Disappointments have pilfered the strength in my soul
The abrupt, gaping chasm in a seemingly safe road: consuming
The wings of my heart clipped in the storms of love: free falling on broken wing
My legs cut out from under me in the wars of love: stumbling the onslaught of oppressing blows
My heart torn apart, ripped to a million shreds; my tears: predator teething on my flesh and bone
As I christen this paper with a crystal clear drop of sadness
And the sporadic beating of my heart on telltale example of thumping madness
As rationality simply slips through the crevices of my mind
Leaving me to torrent of dementia and despair, I become blind
In fact,
A welcome relief in order not to see with joyful sadness
Bygone images of my love's smiles
A beckoned safeguard against the haunting clarity of numbing deafness
My love's voice
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A craved handicap of pungent and potent perfumes and potions of emotion My love's scent |
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Sometimes I am jealous and wish to join her in Thanatos' realm
That I might besiege his dark cold castle forever in wintery white attire
Of loneliness and slowly forgotten loved ones
That he and I would battle singlely on earnest combat with earnest grudge
For he keeps her where I can find her not
And indeed, yeah though I walk through the memories of the valley of the shadow of death
I fear evil, for I have no guide in her place to comfort with close snugglings and cuddlings
Foolish god! You have stolen what was mine
I will find what is dearest in thine eyes, steal and watch you suffer the same as us mortals
For want of making remembrance and forlorn anniversaries come to life
For want of defying Chronos to make ghosts from the past resurrect
Then you sympathize with my need to shed blood on certain days
When her face plagues and I curse you below in your domain
And a glass falls to the floor from your sparsely covered table
If only the walls could cave in on you instead
Rendering you like those cool stones
But nay!
They may fall on her as well as you. communion
Do I ramble with the incoherence of newly found dumbness
Me whose rock hard innards melt at the consuming ballads
of melodious madness
A prime forlorn prey of shakespearian wordplay and pun
In his fantastical fantasy tails in each play tragic irony spun
Luscious lies that in the end it's the power of or depth of luve that won
He's a fool just like us all
Since we all like to believe
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Some Of The Good Things In Life - Part One
Love
[I'll probably write this in full when I find it if I find it]
Love for now will be part one. What my virgin soul thinks love is now.....,
Love is caring
love is sharing
love is giving
love is taking
love encompasses all things in your life
driving mad both men and women alike
bringing a shared freedom, amixed lies of truth
pledges, grudges, hardships born amid kinships newly discovered
happy days, red letter days truces between enemies
for her sake
for his sake
for her favour
for his splendour
betrayal for but a fleeting smile (and fluttering heart)
betrothal for forbidden treasures and fruits (now not)
I would do anything and do nothing
risk and relish the impulse
wait in agonizing patience for just loving reward
I would fight, die scream, whisper, keep silent
bite my tongue taking insult
bow my head in shame to escape your reproach
love is a cauldron of witches brew
it has loving hate, fond jealousy, hurtful longing
its painful pleasure, keepsakes treasured
feelings easily mistook
and mistook easily resented
thus rifts hiding coldness
and coldness having driven two wholes apart
a single word..............
coldness melts
old scabs newly bleed
to heal anew
with healthy freshness
the badness seeping away
a precious gift this pandora's box of emotion
gift-sacrifices, open secrecy, darkened light
lightened darkness, a hopeless hopefulness
as the folly of the heart plunges you in taking the risk
you wish, you wait, you anticipate...............
................hopeful hopelessness....................
................passionate helplessness................
Anything endangering hope is quickly snuffed
jealousy and fret provoke harsh quick vengeance
the heat of the moment
anger,..........................
Later regrets.
Love changes you
changes the world
changes itself
you change yourself
giving up this, leaving behind that, taking up this fondness, taking up that gentleness
casting aside this pain, leaving by the road that memory, burying beneath the seas that trinket
covering in the sand dunes that picture, exorcizing in fire those letters,
to be left free and a new thing whose reflection is wonderful yet frightening
arguing, forgiving, pointing fingers, throwing blame
.......... then "I'm sorry....." and a moment later "I love you"
words, sometimes vacuous
sometimes miraculous
most times just needed to be said
they mend not every wrong thing
but heal so many most important ones
they reconcile
they make docile
they stir passion and desire
forgiving each other
making-up
truly shameless quagmire
truly a consuming fire
a witches brew
you didn't believe in them or mean it at first
then suddenly you do
you're scared but liberated 'cause you couldn't care less any more
you don't want to spoil the feeling by thinking about it and the whys and hows
you just want to feel them in your arms forget the past and the future living for the nows
love is a salve
it cools
pouring over wounds
it pools in perched in parched places
where hurt then becomes scarce
leaving behind mere traces
love is good for the soul
makes you want, need
makes you content, full
keeps you whole
love is an emotion, a person
persons, you can lean on, lean to
who also lean on you
making you all the more stronger
it grows if fed
it shrinks if starved
dies when bled
it is all this and more
abhorrently-beautiful in pair and the next
eyes see differently
what matters is how they see each other
hearts behold difference
............love can't be explained in words.......
.............love is obvious to the soul.............
If you have a habit of being truthful to yourself
believe in love at first sight
that little voice that tells you "No Don't Do That, Its Wrong!"
Is the same telling you she's worth it
He's important to you
enough to want to become something special to them
you see the soul that is used to telling the body the truth
does not lie about things like love
it doesn't know how
you cannot teach a child without speech to lie
because it has not the desire nor the words
how then can your soul lie to you
when you feel that special someone wreaks havoc with your emotions
you constantly seek to please them
you search for their company
they cannot enter the same room as you and you do not know it
their pain brings tears or anger to your chest
your body convulses with excitement
your heart actually tries to beat a hole through your chest
your breath comes in short gasps
you perspire or sweat
you fumble for words and your self confidence leaves you
your conscious of what you wear,
how you talk,
how you eat,
you feel so full of good feelings
you burst with anxious feelings
your left with draining longings in their absence
their anger puts you in the foulest of moods
and the world becomes your enemy
truly, is any soul actually ready for love
the virgin soul is what we all are who seek
no matter how many times we think we've found it and lost it
true love is indescribable
true love is what your soul speaks to you
it dawns on you immediately
it is the fear of that glorious truth that drives you to think twice
who are you to try and lie to your own soul but a fool!
Listen to the whispers of your heart
or else the may grow ever so faint that they cease to blow
I say once again
love is obvious to the soul
from the first!....Sadly,you have not the courage.
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Some of the Goods Things In Life Part Two
II PASSION 
I've wanted many things
And many more to come
a'twixt gold and glory
prey on my soul...
The desires of the body.
I want to be restless
I want fired heat, passion and suspense
I want time to stand still for a long
Before comes the awaited rush
Brushing lips against breasts
Cheeks grazing hot cheek
exposure of erotic and hidden neck meek
Afire with restlessness!
All nerves running up and down taunt spine
Innocence and eagerness intertwine
Crevices touched by soft lust emboldened fingers
Or grasps near painful and brutal
Forgotten self
Awoke, awake, awaken be alive say mine
In a heavenly ecstatic pocket in time.......
Where a woman's fine touch can teach a man
Help him on his way to torrential torment
Stay him in agonized passionate pain
Holding him there, keeping him hanging
And afterwards, keeping.. Waiting, wanting...
...so powerlessly purposeful...so daunting
[here begins the monologue]
I want a woman to teach me urgency in lovemaking but slowness of tempo. To teach me to hold her tight and maybe leave her gasping for breath in my merciless clutch. As I hold back tears, grit my teeth and beg her to yield to me completely, selflessly, shamelessly, unharried, unhampered undampened by conscious. I want a woman to teach me not to leash my lust or dreadful desire. I want a woman to stoke my fires white hot into one angry sexual drenching drowning and ravenous raving. Urgency and patience. A hell and heaven amixed if you will. Playing softly, sweetly caressing to a sweet and sour pain-pleasure-filled-crescendo. Learn me coupling as a couple should. Oneness, binding, bonding.
I want a woman to teach me how to bring her to tears and me the same. Aftwerwards, as they dry on our cheeks, kissing them away brings about a slower deeper sensual searching for blends and brews of stews and wines and love liqueurs. Bringing highly toxic enchanted entoxication. A salty taste of tears on hot quivering lips. Teach me a touch to melt. Bring with a steaming, brimming and over-spilling though it only be but a promise. Only a moistened reminder. A wettened hint to provoke the appetite. A yearning. The way the tongue would salivate at scented wafting reminding the body of deep hunger and need. A reflex reaction. A conditioning. Open and unashamed greed.
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The Old And The New. They Are The Same And Do Not Realise
In Each Generation There exists two parts in Kind
Each with their own mind
The Old and The New
Bringing new things and true things
such as Introduction
Other as death and the passing away
But Both demonstrating that there is nothing here to stay
would you say otherwise
what have you brought to your generation
OR haven't you thought to think and reflect
Didn't you know that you do have an obligation whether or not you wanted it
You have to become role models and mentors and avoid flaunting it
A sense of Pride is not bad, neither is inner peace
Either without which most of this world would cease
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NOCTURNOS
I was born in the day
just like any other blessed man
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but my soul was born to the night and I am exiled thus and therein |
with the rising of the moon comes my dawn
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in the deepest of shadows lies..... the sanctuary of my peace |
apart from the darkness half of me knows no other
wondrous place
I cry in forsakenness
my feet are calloused and battered and weary
my scabs itch
because I am always walking both here
and in another place
they take me where they willest
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on the deepest- pitch of nights the demons come to ride upon my shoulders just like tonight |
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I know not any of their names yet we have always been companions since my childhood innocence was broken by the eyes of a child's first encounter with death and its evil presence the foreboding feeling of finishedness in which evil messengers inhabit because we mortals are always afraid of death |
they come when we see it because we are at our weakest from the first they have never left me since |
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on blesse'd days when I feel the torment of the good messengers
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they who are sent my protectors |
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I cherish their wonderful peace and happiness that they exude |
but it burns my filthy soul to the touch I feel naked and exposed my spirit wishes to run for cover and hide its shame |
but there is no running
either................................
from them who mean me no harm,
and them who mean me all harm.
I wish upon stars not
the moon
she only brings me lust and blackest of thoughts on
unspeakable deeds that I will not put down in ink
the stars seem like far off arbitrators sent to shine the faintest light
of hope upon the almost damned
like we all are
each can turn either way any day
it is the providence of other powers that prevent such a massive loss
temptations come fit for the temptee and the temptor
trials and tribulations build not destroy
foolishness teaches
chasing leaves in a dust-devil is folly
gather them when the wind has settled
let the soul heal before changing it
face the depths of your nearness to that unspeakable place
before you repent
that it may be complete
half done things risks death in itself
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In all His Greatness!
In all his greatness, for he is great
What small thing can rock the foundations of his kingdoms
Is it not the promise of forbidden fruits?!
Since time immemorial, from Adam and forever on
What tiny tender voice had the power to rip man from his splendour
Who alone had the soft passionate ability to trip man, to fall
He fell from grace in Eden and has not stopped stumbling since
What tryst of triste circumstance have caused a man to betray his country
Have not jealousies and adultries thrown men from their high seats
Which total man his strength and might
In his courage and martial foresight
Can confess immunity to her titillating soft caress
Kings have given up thrones and the reign of the kingdoms
The rich men have squandered their wealth and in spite of wealthy splendour
Heirs have chosen to live in life as poor loves
All for the peace of heart and the trembling troves of their loin
For he cannot live in her scorn, and sane remain, while to her he is
Forlorn and lost, never to be hers , yet forever her slave
Body, mind and soul, have not her cares and attentions
And whispering wishes and lingering kisses, time and time again stole
His heart from his people and even his own queen
When will men learn, what the scourge of her love can mean?
No!, forever forsaken, acurse'd, and bewitched and smitten
Will man, for all time, remain,
whom only the power of her love,
Since losing Eden, will frighten, crook or straighten
It was, is and will be his fate and sometimes sorrow
All he can hope for is that the right chains will bind him
In his past, in today, and if in luck tomorrow
Pray yea peoples of nations for the same
That she is of the right spirit and generous heart who hold his ear
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Knowing is the greatest thing, the most sparkling jewel, the richest treasure.
Man hath plundered the earth of all its wonders and glories
He knows all its secrets and splendours
H e took them with the callous might of fist
He split open the earth's bowels, reaping and raping her of all treasures
Afterward, man was not idle in ostentatious pride
How many worlds hath man conquered
steeped up to the knees in the blood of his brethren
Has not man trodden upon the soils of his enemies and friends
Did not the first ring of iron against iron work to shape but the first knife?
Was not Babel built by men?
Didst not that curse'd tower stretch but under the nose of his God?
Couldst he not but see, hear and smell heavens ethereal glories?
Was not man important enough that the Son of Man was sent in atonement?
Moreover, the Son of Man himself was, in all except spirit, but Man.!
Is it not the skill of his own hands and intelligences of his own mind
That has sent craft to explore and charter the universe leaving Mother Earth behind
Can't not even angels and devils alike marvel at his cunning and trade
That only satisfaction in his workmanship has fully succeeded and paid
Is not man also a musical creature in whom tunes resonate
A drumming, a rhythmic music, a humming, his very being
Resounds with song and string, his every fibre
Needs expression in melodious motion
What exactly is man in all his dark beauty
A great man of the Bible once said
"knowledge increases sorrow"
I know no other way to shield myself
Against the worries and battles of tomorrow
The Bible is the Word of God
He, who knows all knowledge
I tend to wonder in Him, what sadness smoulders?!.
How much sorrow's weight bears down on His mighty, omniscient shoulders?
Turmoil and fatigue, burden and pain
How have great men looked out from under their creased brows with disdain
However!, I do not boast or chide
I merely attempt greatness in order that ignorance I might hide
At least I lie to myself and lie so well
For without a lie, a pep-talk, how could I cheat myself to excel
Hmph!
Mine is a life all on its own.
The more I seek to gain,
The more I explore and strain.
The more I try and continue to strive, to believe.
Even more to contrive to out- and over-achieve.
The more I realise my life is all on its own.
And even more I discover that I live in the unknown.
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IT HELPS
there a days like this when I sink
my spirit grows darker as the moments pass
obligations I need to meet drive me
but my heart is not in them
I fear for myself
my eyes draw close to narrow slits
I see only evil deeds
only evil thoughts speak to me
men seem so foolish and such a waste
It is in these times when I feel greatest of evil joys
and I fear for myself
I seek the company among anyone
to distract myself
and even then I barely hang on to my sanity
my tongue can hardly keep itself shut
I am afraid of what I might say in this nonself
I am afraid of me becoming only my shadow
the little thing follows me around tugging at my leg like a chain at my ankle
another sits on my shoulder like a heavy sack
while still another sits upon my head like the heaviest crown
all of these invited and hated and shunned
I fear one day they will close my heart utterly if only for a moment
and the deed I will do I will regret most in all things
and enjoy it best of all times when I felt close to liberation
who is my hope
I have none
and will not pursue this thought lest I grieve my greatest Love
no I don't contradict myself
It has always been so
It follows me and will not forsake my undeserving soul altogether
Should I say I am lucky or blessed
Sometimes I'd rather say I am cursed
the torment inside is so real
I can taste it at the back my tongue like a resin that won't dissolve
let me off and seek salve for my wounds
if I fail I shall return to speak to my second dialogue
if I succeed I shall return still
I pray thee best of listeners
wish me well and Godspeed
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A STORY T BE TOLD
A heart torn apart
Love and jealousy intertwined
Virtue in true emotions
Deep. sincere; sublime, divine
A desperate brush of the lips
Passion in torment so great
In the trysts of the night
Vows never to seperate
Fate chooses top play Cupid
A love looks, in its longing, a tear
As one searches for the other
Neither will find; Fate's chosen punishment clear
Knowing no peace nor rest
A heart in pursuit; in valour
A fight, an enemy, an endless plight
Yet even Fate knew he could not match Love's power
Love steps in; mercy; devotion
Each finds the other, an end at last.
Another kiss, another passion, another vow Fate knows to be true
As each in love knew,............
At peace, at rest , each's, in lover's bests
A torment has past
A seperation
A faith in love cast
Betwixt and betwined about them as before
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The Outcry of A Southern Soul
I sit an' think
I think ta' feel
I feel ta see
An' sure enough, this here's what my feelins are a tellun me
I 's a ever starin' forward
Eyes always strayin' skyward
Ears a always been tuned, they was
That I might not a miss Him a' comin'
Fo he's a' comin' fo ta carry me home
Ever an' anon
That's right.
You bes believe cause it aint no lie
An' yet thru all the years I been a whaitin'
With short breath and quick heart
Mine eyes have not seen the glory
But even though,
I cry out
Show thy merciful countenance, I implore !
Fo' indeed afor which I whould
Whalk blind amoung men neva again wishin' ta see
The Lawd maybe my valiant shepherd!
But I have not yet come unto green pastures and cool waters
My tongue bein parched and my back a ailin from my yoke
Ma joints done swole up a long time ago
But I got no lovin' hands to rub 'em with oil
My lova's hands just as bad and as course as mine be
Take me Dear Lawd !
When my time has come!
Life driven us like a flock
We be like beasts of burden
Just as sure as a donkey carries that there back breakin' load each day
There he is a gettin whipped when he can't git up from the sand
He's a got no mo' strenth' in his lims
But his owner is just a whippin away
look at him, got no mercy
Spit in his face Dear God I's a askin'
And curse him and his kin,
But I knows you love all yo' chilren
Even the Bad ones
I's a darin' to paraphrase such holy verse
Cause this here aint no Bible
I sware to speak the truf and avoid curse
I walk through that there dark valley of shados and deaf
every day....thas right
And my soul is afraid fo my sins know no depth
I know I'm a gonna hate ta my very las breaf
Save me Dear Almighty God, Everlastin' Father,
Champion of thy los chilren, Keeper and Lawgiver,
Wonderful, Merciful, Loving, Graceful, Righteous
and Majestic is Thy Name.
A Name which I would dare not utter if I knew It since It was not meant to be uttered by
Sullied lips
Have maercy on me.
I implore The to show this chil' kindness
Donot bind me to the chasmous fastness
I repent I say.....................
When I remember.
I pray I say....................
When in good temper.
Is this not earnest praise?
If not teach me otherwise!
If so write my name in the Book of Life!
Where is kept everlastin' records of Your chilren'
Save for me the Fruit from the Everlastin' Tree!
Fo' as sure as the sun rises day by day
I aint never had somethin' sweet comin' my way.
THE WIND BLOWS THROUGH THE LEAVES OF TREES SWAYING IN A DANCE OF MANY WORDS WE HAVE FORGOTTEN TO SPEAK
The trees,
in a wind,
back and forth they sway.....
Like the wishes of my heart.
I thought I knew , I found only heartbreak.
I thought my boughs could bend and flex with the gales,
as they blasted across my trunk.
What fool was I.
With the winds come the rains which deprive my roots of their anchor.
With the thunder storms strikes the lightening.
And with the dawn of the next day comes the devastation of beautiful scenes and landscapes.
Sometimes I think of her, even now.
And it still tears me apart anew.
My heart burns with a longing to find,
another girl with truth in her soul, it burns in my mind.
Fools tell me its time to let go!
Stop holding on to painful memories!
But what else of hers do I have left if not the sad and happy times we spent together.
And with these does not the pain come as well.
In another place under Thanatos' reign is where she dwells.
The tree.....,
in a gale,
I found.
I fell in love.
I worshiped.
I cherished.
I cared for.
I couldn't love more, ... until with birth of the day next.
Left me with new space afresh.
I feel I thought.
I knew I was caught.
A touch.
A longing.
A tear.
A belonging.
I loved till it hurt.
I felt till it pained.
I wanted obessesion.
I needed, possessed and possession.
Emotion and Spirit
Mind and Joy
Neverending.
Foolishness,
Let folly take my heart.
Jealous envy,
Not trusting tears me apart.
Mercy be me,
I see and I regret.
Seize the moment,
From hence I'll never forget.
Torment anguish,
Where can I find peace.
Fight,! Maybe you'll win.
Can I hope can i dare; the rules cease.
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ME!
I was told to shout
But I whispered instead
I was told to be a man
But I cried to my heart's content
Each must realise his own strengths.
Cultivate them, nourish and perfect them, this you owe to your fellow man.
Be what you are, not what everyone else is!
Become, self-create, release your personality, help your neighbour, unleash his self if you can.
Live with the child,
feel like the child,
Who is the child?
The one cannot fully experience life or fully express himself ,thus his own freedom he will ban?
This is the childlike.
Live and love, love and learn, live and let live.
The key to total actual not potential and there is no horizon you won't be able to span.
I talk, I listen, I wonder, I learn, I watch, I confirm,
Do you think you are yourself or an amalgamation of many,
Ask yourself from where did I begin!!!! ?????
A Voice in the darkness
Simple in its kind
By its grace it does bind
My ear to hear
My heart to feel
So I listen to the Voice in the darkness
A Voice in the darkness
It's ideas stand to reason
Adverse to my actions, likening to my impressions
Feeding my minds hollowness
Turmoil, torment, nothing is still
A mind with concepts, vacuous
A mind with ideas, void
A mind with philosophies, seasons
Think, and thought
Beliefs, faith, but fought
Training, ideas, empty
Intellect, asinine, wealthy
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MY READERS
Ahh! What can I convey with a word?
What can I display with a word?
An emotion or felling
Support or spiritual healing
Inside me, or don't you afterwards understand?
Can you know my mind, words, the thoughts that I think
Do you read of me ?..
After..., you may understand.
I hope you feel an inkling of me then I'll have achieved.
You'll feel my happiness, share my joy, know when I'm grieved.
Oh would be kindred-spirit!.., do I show a quibble versatile
Do you read and laugh, read and share me with you and me just for a while
I wrote, I didn't know what.,
I felt, but couldn't explain
I myself don't always pretend to understand
I myself tend to disdain
Help me, show me , only if you read me
If I go wring, correct
Reread, rewrite, understand
I'll reselect
If you don't like me, tell me where I go wrong
Remember
Serve
And my service to you will always be long
Appreciation to my readers
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TO GRASP AT WATER AND CLUTCH IT JUST FOR A MOMENT
A cool breeze blowing over my face, through my hair
Thoughts drifting from sadness to happiness, wishing some she was there
The smell of salt on the air
Nostrils greedily flared
Echuli's fair visage looking down on me as if she cared
Celestial sympathy in full gladness glory
Not a cloud in the dark sky
To hug her close and steal her light
No, she's alone on her heavenly perch tonight
Moonlight slowly setting on my heavy burdened shoulders
She shares her empathy with me for my bittersweet plight
Walking towards the surf
Gentle clapping amixed with the occassional clash
The Backwash gurgles after the spray and splash
Not frightening, only lulling and serving
To make this wonderful painful so ethereal
As if the waves were brooding and suddenly crying out
Conspirators in the tumult I feel inside
Warm wet sands sensuously slipping over my soles
Head bent, neck craning forward, most wonderous of woebegotten souls
Suddenly, the water stills
With anticipation and fear my heart fills
Quick with beating thrills
A clear note ascends over the heaviness of the now still dark
A foreign tongue with a most attractive foreign beauty
But I, somehow, understood every word
I deftly leapt up upon the rocks with a growl then a roar
Taking joy in the hunt for I am he how is sent on Echuli's errands
Abandoned of any sense of danger
"The waves may take me!" so my soul cried and heart thumped
"Even if to be damned, this fair maiden I must see!
Maybe just before I drown underneath,
She could answer my plea,
And long lingering wish bequeath"
Leaning over the edge of my stance
Oblivious to mortal danger
My eyes pierced the darkness with Echuli's aid
No shade can hide from Her and her hunter
For her bright countenance was still worthy
And her song was most powerful of all heavenly throngs
But She whispered into my ear with pleading moonbeams
"Beware of her little one, she will steal your heart,
And slip away innocently without a qualm, ....and,
Your
love for her 
, my hunter,
will tear you apart,...
For even my moonlight and your courage and skill will not part
The domain of deep green and cool waters"
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But I shrugged away the beseachings of a love-goddess! Tthe countenance of Echuli in wrath would not stop me And even in Raga's domain I would not be held long in bondage of spirits passed from this world ! For I am Echuli's hunter and none will hold me and my spirit would still roam on this hunt What a fool am I "......I know her my mortal son, we are old friends" Then, just in front
of me a most unearthly beautiful thing Daughter of Kyuthe she was! water-born Waters parted as she swam to hover above its surface Droplets reflecting moonlight like diamonds caught the eye And misty spray from her hair cooled my heated face |
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Never breaking the rhythm of her song or its themes
My soul was hers from the start, and always will be....
Her smile such a brightness as to blind
With bewitching power it seems
Turned me a slave for sure
Entranced by clear blue gems, doomed....
As she slowly left the water's surface
Rising up, I folded in her presence
My only desire was to experience her fire
Of course I would do anything she bade me
Oblivious to the Other's scolding
Is she looking at me?...
Is she singing for me?....
I was so unbelieving I almost looked around
But I caught myself just in time
Allowing her to monopolize my heart, my mind, my will,
Contemplating cool couplings,
Sea waters mixed with the sweet waters we would spill
Afraid that if I looked away she would disappear
I had not the strength to tear my eyes away
I doubted I wanted to try
I only wanted to in ecstasy cry
But yearned with more than just scalding desire to pull her near
She began to slowly lean forward
One graceful hand full of promise extending
Unconsciously I crouched further forward like preying beast
My hands frantically dove beneath the surface
And found a hold on an ancient and gnarled coral
I knew from the sharpness that I bled but cared not
Sharks may come but their teeth would be blunted
So thus prone I did willing bleed
But who, for the promise of such bliss would that merely heed,
Not me! The Blessed Hunter, Favoured One of Echuli, Spear of Love's Queen
The Breeze picked up and whipped at us
Scintillating spray showered us
Her fingers and palm settled agonizingly gently on the back of my neck
Oh how my lips quivered tormented with abusive breaths!
My skin crawled and I shivered and convulsed with unfair pleasure,
Chills burst down my spine
Hair stood on end!
And still she was coming ever slower ever closer!
Forever singing her song of enchantment.
Silmanari Lanarilaika, fairest Daughter of Firstborn !
Have you found your rival?!
The words' meaningful-emptiness escaped me
BUT I had total understanding
Is this immortal love?
Surely I will drown!
Her song is a powerful one!
I feared for my life because I wanted to live for this apparition lovely-torture
Is this immortal love?
Why does no one answer?!
Then I want it, even if in death I must achieve immortality
A forbidden fruitful frolicking and forlorn forte' of feeling
A simple whisper would leave me kneeling
A smile might bring heavenly healing
Lips parted
in frantic fievre',
We closed that most wide of intimate-infinite spaces,
Closeness became oneness
Me wishing forever,
Miirkra, thinking
"where ever could a mortal's soul have learned such a powerful song,
Even to rival hers with its yearning and pledges of foreverness it could never grant
Truly this mortal is special and muchly mad!"
Lips barely grazed,
My body already on fire,
Finger caressed my chest,
I was doomed to passionate abandon even greater than the deadliest chase
I felt as if my heart were about to burst,
Echuli, give me peace or let me die and find rest!
Tongues seeking,
Skin in heat seething
I reached out to pull her closer with savage ferociousness
And almost fell face forward as I stared into darkness
all this time, that ellillien song still lingering upon the air
In my hand I had a precious lock of the richest darkest hair
To think of it as a dream I would not dare
A braid into mine own I wove and fastened it true never to fall
Whoever she was I 'm now filled with purest love-hate
My heart like the heaviest leaden leaves
Blown helter skelter by winds of lost promised passions of deepest purple
For what did I do to be abused in such fashion
Though indeed I would endure it a thousand times over with trustest intention
"........ I told you so, did I not Hunter of mine... the sweet wines of passion between elliliarka, whether of land sea mountan plains or forest, and mortals cannot share a single cup. Their magiks are too strong and where ye endure a century they endure a millenia and are still ever young, the blessed Firstborn of all Children. Lera gives each their own gift and to have both is a perilous thing. Can you pay ask bride price for such a one whose father is Servant of my Brother Kyuthe; the ever running, trickling and roaring? ... essence of moonlight captured in a pearl. The refreshing first rays of sun shining at dawn bottled in a ruby or a diamond? These he already has and Miirkra has played with as baubles as a child many eons ago. And what will ye ask as a gift on your wedding night? Immortality? It will not be easily given if at all. Will your seed become servants or mortals?" said Echuli in motherly tones
Patronizing and agonizing I found it!
"Be Gone!!!!! "
And the clouds quickly came and hid her visage of sympathy with lovers' plights
With the folly of a lover's actions she is most well versed
I did not need her moonlit path of roaming romantic moonlight
Only a most agonizing lonliness is mine
With a memory of our lips intertwined
I howled out over Kyuthe's murky bluegreen domain
"Ah Silmanari Lanarilaika, I implore you !
You must know her !
Where has she quitted to that I might follow ?
Will she return ?
"My Sister may be the Mother of Peace, Wisdom and Mercy, Nurturer of the Earth, but she will not help against Kyuthe's wishes. His wrath is as slow and enduring as a stream eroding the bones of mountains. Will you throw your world into drought, rivers mild and beautifukl in rapids, submerge cities beach-side and raise marshlands? You know not what you ask my hunter " Echuli continued as if I would finally see my folly.
Why did she smile with me of all lost souls,
who hunts wrongs done against Love but has never known Her himself ?
Maybe she revels in the way she hereafter left my heart in thralldom
" Oh so you have refused to listen to reason and truth."
Damn Her!
And You, who are Love's parton, have little mercy for one who upholds the sanctity of so rare a jewel
..................... I need her.................., I do
Do I?,
I'm lost to her.
They mysterious are a callous race"
I howled, once more venting wonderous rage
Head back, features to the sky, legs akimbo arms outstretched.
I turned to hurl myself after her in search.
But it was forbidden
The northwest wind,
sent by Messengers of Echuli
who being ânkhelos beat their wings,
cutting and churning the surf to form an impenetrable wall,
then they sang and the mountain of water obeyed and hurled its massiveness into me,
I was picked up like a floating leaf on wroth tides,
and thrown far up into the dunes,
thoroughly chastised.
Even the Hunter can only defeat a certain kind of foe.
Mostly near drowned, coughing up brine and spitting the vilest known curses,
I dragged myself to my feet.
And once again my brows creased and crowsfeet rippling,
my eyes pierced the darkness.
And saw an island solitary and imprisoning in its lone seating.
Surrounded by roaring waters.
And with every blinking they would part and I would spy she who stole my,
Body, Mind and Soul.
And across time and space, blue gems settled upon me,
a final time before the next.
And a smile thrown across the expanse gave me courage ,
it filled me with sad joy.
"All is not lost and surely the trail will one day come to an end!"
And as quickly as it came it was gone.
Surely she is a prisoner and a greater enemy keeps her against her will.
Or does her own fear of jilt hide away the key to freedom.
I turned erect yet fully broken as the island sped away ever roving on the ocean.
My own Guardian's hand settled his gentle hand on my shoulder and we shared a tear.
Indeed even he a Servant of Echuli could not explain away my mortal hurt.
I walked slowly way.
And the salt of the sea dripping from my face in wetness.
Mingled with the salt of my tears as I cried from my loss and feelings of lostness.
Would I see her again?
Will she be mine?
No matter the mountainous feats demanded or time cost
I will find her and tell her to her face "I am thine!"
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Planes, Personnae, Searching, Refuge...Sagas
In my mind exists many planes, many dimensions
Different types of mes, with different intensions
The one in particular,
That plagues the rest now,
Is the Beast
of Love,
It is him we shall visit,
And upon his domain visually feast.
His domain is the dark thick jungle
Full of shadows, illusions and wonderful species
Of most beautifully clad dangers
Some bespeckled with golden yellow, bright red and emerald green
Others a more caramel shades of simple cream
Long luscious locks, most fleetingly fatal it would seem
The beast hurts itself through the undergrowth
A juggernaut
Unstoppable, totality of terrible reign
No equal in my jungle-mind's terrain
Or so it thought.....
Once, in witness of a clear dusk,
He came upon a clearing,
Nostrils slight flared
Glistening razor canines slightly bared
Red pupils stunned in trance-like stare.....
By a thing it would be insulting to simply call fair
Leaves rustled,
Wind slightly a breeze blew,
Jungle flowers strewn across the floor,
Bejewelled with dew,
Seated in the middle,
Knees tightly hugged to breast,
Catching the first beams of moonlight,
Was this most poisonous of creatures.
Surveying her surroundings, lost in ponderings,
Her eyes tracking the smooth glide of an owl,
Hooting, as it past
Looking to lightning bugs
As their tails lights flashed
The beast was aghast
He moved closer to the clearings edge
To risk a spy, not believing his eye
A cricket chipped and moths flitted past
Her mouth shaped into a delightful "Oh"
Where has she come from, the angelic being?
And what is this fiery fluttering my heart is feeling?
She stirred,
Beast caught his breath,
She stood with such slow agonizing grace
Beast almost forgot himself and stepped through
Almost forgetting his fiendish foolish pride
But a thought sooner and him shed have spied
Face uplifted straight into Echuli's countenance
As if to battle in the moonlight
As if the silver rays could cleanse some hidden blemish
(To the beast he could detect no such flaw
Instead he stood utterly in impetuous awe)
Her neck bent fully back
Throat erotically elongated and exposed*
Arms extended in supplication she posed*
He leaned on a tree that was near
His deep throated growl she did not seem to hear
He quickly stifled it lest she see him and fear
But move aside a leaf he did
So he could move clearly peer
Cruelly gnarled claws delicately parted branches
Silently, heavily barely,
To capture a picture of her forever in mind he'd risk chances
At glances.
Her, clad in an exotic interwoven quilt of jade, emerald and avocado green
A luscious leafy fabric of all things natural
Made of the forests quilt and foliage
Exposing in slight low cut but glimpses of cleavages
As if to teases
And unaware
She lithely glided forward with a sensous rolling of hips
Now looking down and began to hum after licking luscious lips
A truly sultry one
Her voice as it fully rose truly heaven spun
Harmonious sounds eclipsing earthly sounds
Beautifully belittling the sun
Sister of Echuli most wonderously endowed
By now beast's knuckles, clutching trunks, turned white
Butterflies and stomach lurches and madness were his plight
He even thought to escape this peril in shameless flight
But to enthralled of course he stayed on
As if in some celestial game of the gods,
Frozen in immortal manoeuvres like a pawn
To this place drawn
She continued to sway slowly from here to there
Looking down as if lost in thought
Beasts eyes strayed to the hem of oak, beach
Which caught his roving eye
As it rustled and teasingly tapered
To a weaving end in the breeze
Allowing glimpses of tone of thigh
Breath caught, throat dry
As if before gathering and calling upon Mother's strength
She tossed her head back once again
Hand lifted to push back black braids
Riotous strewn down to her waist
And as if she had on just released him from a potent spell
Beast could grasp for air
Chest heaving
Listening to the words now clearly sung
In some foreign and unearthly tongue
Spirit left pleading
He decided to dare
Somehow foreboding settled upon him
Pictures of weeping willows
And fleeing swallows
Filled his mind
But paw first he ventured intrepidly forth
Drooping lilac buds and purple lilies
Revelations foretelling trouble
In love at first sight
Not caring about what was sinfully-right
About to burst a dream-bubble
Truly beast was an ugly and grotesque thing to behold
So he quickly leapt in front of her
Not willing to first discern how bold
Such a fair maiden might be
Intent on trapping her in his clutches
As he recited his enraptured ramblings
But to his surprise
Escaping his misguided grabbings
with pathetic ease
Beast reduced to bumbling babblings
As quick as you please.
As her melodious lilting laughing rose into the sky
Savage predator shorn to shame in shock
Then moved by her odd generosity
of acceptance
Not moved by the hideousness
of his appearance
Beast burst into love fuelled rhapsody
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One Day The Land Said to The Sea
Sunset brings the lovemaking of colours
Red and yellow make orange mingling
Red and white make pink eyes dazzled tingling
The fire orangeness of the sun meets the blue sky
As larks rest heads on beaks
And nightingales wake to fly by
It is at that point when day says a tout a l'heure not good-bye
Because tomorrows brightness will always rise never shy
Land stood as ocean crept and leapt
They meet in crashing embrace to make surf
As all surfaces darken
Harken?........
Ocean rumbles twists turns somersaults in tumult
Something plagues the water-god........,
For even wetness' embodied deity
Can suffer scorn, heartache and depravity
Wave after wave after wave after wave
Splashed and sprayed
And threatened to wash all of Land's beautiful beach sands away
I say brother mine
Speak and share
Vast though you may be like me
To hold silent pain alone is unfair
My ear opens and heart sympathies with your despair
For though you may current and spill and never settle
except for storm,
And I stolidly rise and in peaceful vales fall
or make still standing mountains stand tall
Difference and kinship are our norm
Brother Land
Brother Ocean I listen close,
Then hear me with your cliffs against which, in hurt and frust, I bash
She plagues me every night rising sometimes before set of sun
Causing me to rise and flood in tides
And though I may rise my waves fathoms high
Hoping for wet embrace as her visage I spy
She is ever aloof in spite
Ignoring my passionate plight
That her creams, greys and blues I adore
And despite being celestial in seating I still implore
With lulling murmurs and backwash meant to endear
Because her geo I hold dear
Day in day out
Yet still she turns a deaf ear
Indeed, you on whose plains,
Lie the wisdom of many ancient basaltic rocks
If, by your boulder bones, it were you
What avalanche or tectonic form would you do?
Brother Ocean,
Brother Land, it is my turn and I listen close
Then hear the secret whispers of the seabed
atop which you swim,
Your love truly looks grey and grim
For hear you this
Earthly and astronomy have not mixed
In all the sediments of time
I cannot promise you that she will,
Your love, pay in kind
Or, that one day she might be thine
Brother Land!............, No!
You lie!
And I cannot accept!
Do you seek to mislead me your own kith
I thought deceit was beyond the vast truth in your width
Now then,
Whatever you raise up towards her,
I will raise my waters and throw down!
Where fields and plains roll in tranquillity,
I will flood and sink with liquid hostility,
I will submerge valleys,
Wash away the forests that blanket you.
Collapse the caves that conceal you subterranean secrets
Split headlands
Cover fjords
Corrode and erode and spoil with salts
Fill trenches, burst dams, widen rivers
Drain picturesque lakes and push open new faults
Brother Land do you hear me!
Brother Laaaaaannnnnd!
Quit your rambling!
Be calm winds
Be still waters
Brother Ocean I feel your pain,
Therefore from taking insult from your insanity I refrain!
Brother Land forgive me, I forget myself,
I'm mad with so many swift currents fighting in my tides
Still, ........ I told you truth
Only your interests do I hold of import
But with advice and warning,
Must I answer in retort.
The Lady Lunar is not for those such as us,
Who are bound to surface.
While those such as she are the surface and anchor of our likes
To which other bind,
And Her suffering from no chains but gravity and state of mind
You have no choice I regret,
But the mystic moon and,
Serene satellite please forget.
Brother Land,
The sun rises,
And watch as her beauty sets,
It is not so easy for love relations to be set aside,
Or in good logic abide,
When in emotions logic drowns and can only hide.
I want to please her, touch her, speak and to her sing
And be there all the time three times over,
In three lives if I could.
I want to shower her face
I want to shower for her a paradise place,
I want so much
I suffocate
Even if my vulnerable vows
She doesn't reciprocate
I mourn for myself Brother Land
Then neither have I any choice
Even if I were to erect the tallest rocky fingers
And spew volcanic ash far into space
She and you would still never share a paradise place
So instead with you, Brother Ocean I will mourn.
Yes, thank you Brother Land
Together we will pass the ages
In the jilted sadness,
And pay in tears broken hearts' wages
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Part One
ME WHAT AM I TO BE ?
If you asked me to choose an animal that I would be,
I'd Say I choose a Dragon,
yes that's me.!
Because when I want to, I can fly,
I sore above the clouds looking down upon mediocre men.
I have in me the strength of tens of ten tens of lions,
Courage and power I possess in my being,
I can. Spring and leap and with my tail whip,
My claws and talons can tear and rip.
I
am a Dragon
My eyes have the wisdom of ethereal men,
They see all and again at times choose to see nothing,.
Through my eyes I look into yours and see the souls of men......!
Mine., Dragon eyes.
And with each passing day I see even more,
And with each passing day I see even more.........,
And with each passing day I see even more.
For the things mine choose to see I carry a great burden,
Sometimes.......a passing peak at happiness or a lingering glimpse of gloom,
Celestial goodness of men's hearts or deepening darkness in men's spirits.
I am A Dragon
I have a tail, it encompasses and binds.
I have a tail it encroaches upon weaker minds.
My influence upon the wishes of men is paramount..!
Only my equal can understand my being, my many superiors share it .
I have a tail, it catches....... a quickening, a quicksilver, q quickness merciless
It sniffs out an adversaries threat, squeezing out a danger's breath, enemies dreams lifeless.
I am a DRAGON
I have scales, I have armour,
No physical making could pierce my heart.
Over me bodily fear has no reign.....because I fight.,
With the speed and agility of the Dragon.
Swords and spears, knives and arrows.......humph amusing?!
An inner joy of physical abandon, I fight, I am free!..
Only then am I open and happy, then you will see.....the Dragon in me.
But a spiritual lance, aflame...holy that I fear,
Only in the pain of love do I pay dear,
Only such a piercing lance, the loss of love, can bring me tear.
Because mine is a relentless, resilient Dragon's strength of feeling,
An emotion.....that can only receive the omnipotence of a Dragon's soul-healing
Because I.........
plough through the challenges of human kind
My, me, mine self knows its greatness, it meets no obstacles,
In the rippling of my passing wake are swept up in a roar,
the fallen lives of men.........
I THE Dragon.
I .....have a heart of fire.!
One that beats with a consuming heat,
That yearns with a passion that burns.
My heart will never grow cold or know a moment, fleeting, without warmth
For as I walk,
ablaze............................,
Through the lives of men,
They shall know me and remember.....................
They will know me, must know and remember me.
For as my breath warms their hearts,
and gently soothes their minds,
feeding the infernal fires of their souls..........,
Neither shall they have any choice,
Nor shall they want one.
For I ,.................will leave them with a yearning..........,
.............................A burning................................, A legacy.................
A DRAGON
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