POETRY: Previous Works #2

God told me I had exceeded
The limits allowed for pain
I see a special Light in you
Im taking away the rain.
You always did what I asked of you
And never complained He said.
Never once wished anyone harm
So I bring you peace instead.
I see in you an excellence
and in you I place my faith;
That you will use what I now bring
I know you will be okay.
I told you by dreams
and visions and angels
I would put an end to your strife
I would bring to you
someone special
Now hes in your life.
I also bring to you this gift
No more will you be poor
For what they didnt understand of you
Is what they crucified you for.

In the sun-kissed winds
The butterfly dances
Thinks not of the future
Nor of the past.
Thinks only of the Light.
Is there a reason to question
The angle of the turn
That may come tomorrow
Or even tonite?
If the day changes
And the winds stop
The butterfly still remains
And questions not
The Hand of God
That blesses it with exquisite beauty
And transformational colors
Seen thru the eyes
And the hearts
Of those needy souls of others.

RAIN

I am drowning in the rain
I have no choice;
My muse is here.
She pours the water freely.
Lakes of clear dreams,
Waterfalls of hope,
And pools of stagnant thought;
Nourishing drops of dew,
And rivers of intertwining emotions
She pours them into my soul
And mixes them with her silent smile.
"This one is yours this time",
She whispers into my ear.
My heart ebbs and flows
And I sit here drenched, unable to move.
My only way out is through.
I kiss the filtered light
Shining from her dancing eyes
That blesses the day I was born
She says I love her.....And I do.

It seems to me
The more I try the
deeper the well.
Not all dug holes are wrong
And the depth of my soul
becomes the wind that opens my heart.
I stand alone in that hour
Braving all that I am
Just to feel what might be there.
Down, down, down so deep.
(So so so deep....)
A falling into nothingness.
Darkness.
The void.
A singular point of reality
that swallows my soul
and makes me beg for more.
The wind has now died;
And there is only one way out.

Rivers run deep
but many are those
that sit beside them and watch.
They may look
or they may desire
the depth of the soul;
The clear blue water so innocently
Sounding of the aum
Honor, integrity;
Doing the right thing
Is it really all that hard?
Can I laugh when I say
to you
How simpler can it be
to just love?
Its not that you dont feel pain
Or see the injustice of the world
Or strive to do better next time
but that you keep your mind clear
and your soul awake
and your heart pure
And then you see whats left behind;
All those motives others hold
That you left long ago
Are in those sitting on the riverside
Watching your water flow.

Sitting self absorbed
Like a little pitted rock
Close to the rivers edge
never moving an inch
she watches
That mighty river
roaring down the path
Of its predecessors
Billions of molecules
thrashing for its place
in the order of the day.
The river will swell
with the seasons
covering all that lie in wait
(is she unaware of her fate?)
breathe silly girl breathe!!
For you may not have the chance
to breathe again
til the seasons change
and the waters subside
and the sun decides
at last to give warmth
to a silly little pitted rock
that cant remember
how to breathe.

The music is lilting
thru my head
makes me want to dance
Life is good
and wonderful too
Im glad to have this chance
to live and love
and experience life
all the ups and downs
my cat's meow
my daughter's voice
ahhh, the wonderful world of sounds!
Makes one grateful
to be alive
and thankful for the gift
I pray I never
forget at any time
Sounds that so uplift.

Riding the waves
of uncertainty
Nothing is set in stone
To be the best
We can be
And happy when its done.
Its not so simple
With all of life
Tho I wish like hell it were
Wouldnt it be cool?
No more strife?
And a peaceful path to learn?
I pray for you
And I pray for me
And I pray for all the others
That in the end
We will see
Only that, which matters.

The strangeness of life
hits us sometimes
when we least expect
Turns us all
upside down
does nothing to protect
It can affect
the future days
of that which we know not
and in the wake
decisions we make
may not be what we thought.
How do we know
what direction to take
what steps will lead us where
how can we see
around the bend
to assure the way is clear?
The next step we take
Could be our last
and end us with precision
Or the step may lead
to something great
If we just make that decision...

For all the Christs
that have come to this world
Their Light so brilliant and bold
I bow to you on Easter Day
And the love I know you hold.
For it is something special
to come to this mess
and care about those within
That cannot see
and do not understand
Steeped in so much sin.
To bring a better way
and a brighter day
is a sacrifice you make
given to those
that only know selfishness,
and only, how to take.
I pray with you
their eyes should open
and solutions find a way
To become the norm
the sought-after jewel
And the Crown
To light the way.

The pretty rose bloomed
one summer day
felt the sun on her soul
as she wound her way
to the warmth that gave her life.
Her pretty pink petals
waved to the winds
her fragrant beauty
pleasing those that lived
and life was kind for a while.

She watched the sun set
the cold snow
covering the ground
in white layers
branches without leaves,
stark and bare,
winding their inevitable way
around her.
The only life she beheld
was now buried deep in the snow;
buried deep inside her.
She died that day,
that cold lifeless day
that held only the question
without an answer.
For try as she might
to change the world
Even her tears turned to ice
And the cold devoured her flesh;
sucked the very warmth
of her beautiful fragrant soul
deep into the ground.

Somehow holding onto
the idea of warmth
of life beyond death,
her golden heart
(wisened by the seasons)
found its way into the branches
that once beheld her beauty;
like a liquid spark that would
in some future way
ignite a fire
to warm her yearning soul.
Some time after,
The Phoenix Rose;
quiet and beautiful and fragrant
Her pretty pink petals
waving in the wind
once more..

They follow me in my dreams
They watch they play
They mimic every move
They teach when I ask
a question
They learn when I teach
an answer
They show me my reality
And that which is to come
They bring to me
What I need for the day
dreams for the mind
dreams for the soul
All those convenient spirits
I seem to know
Like friends from some
distant planet

I climbed the stairs
of awe today
that leads to heaven's door
Was met by the Master
who took my mind
and made me beg for more.
The lightning came;
I saw the flash
Tho I did not ask for such
And in that second
Where quantum meets mind
I felt the Masters touch.
Now the Light it lingered
with each breath
on every note that fades
I knew not past
nor future time
As seconds turned into days.
When time returned
And with it my soul
I felt confused inside
As if there should be
no perfection lost
I wanted to run and hide
But the Master came
And touched me again
And said I should not fear
For my beautiful soul
And my heart opened wide
Is what they all will hear.

I wrote the book
Dontcha know
What would you like to learn?
How to walk among
The embers coal
And escape without a burn?
Or perhaps how to bend
Before that spirit
And find you actually survived
Soul intact amazingly so
I find Im still alive

Twice the shiny red car comes
loppity loppity
Down the wet street
On its bare gold rims
And then a third time
parks in front of your house.
Thinks the engines broke
Cant figure out
What the problem is
That its only got a flat tire
Boy is HE in for a surprise
Those poor gold rims a bit dented now..

The time has come
for ventures forth
In the creating of my art
My molded soul
And marked mind
Have purified my heart.
Many times Ive been tested
Insidiously so
And at times so blatantly clear
To hold back vengeance
And carry on
All leading me to here.
Ive long awaited
The Masters Touch
Given by my grace
Sometimes I feel
Its still too much
And I fear the coming days.
I have to remember
You should too
That life is a wonderful thing
No matter the pain
No matter the joy
Or what tomorrow may bring.
For in our trials
and tribulations
The keeping of our heart
Will see you thru
The darkest days
And bring a brand new start.

You sip at my soul
Like a morning cup of coffee
The aromatic smell of
Fresh grounds reaching deep
into your mind
Bringing you memories
Emotions
you feel them all
As you sip my soul
slowly,
and deliberately
and I feel your warmth
slowly,
and deliberately
intermingle with mine
Take the chill off the cold morning
Clear the haze of your distant mind
Bring all things into focus.
Feel all that is sacred within me.
Was it a good cup
Of coffee this morning?
Would you like..
Another?

He sits and watches the sunrise
the sunset
and his love of life becomes him
for he feels the earth beneath his feet
he understands across the world
and he dances with the wind in his soul
for those he loves.
He knows how to love.
who to love
why to love
and where love is.
Maybe not many understand him
Maybe he doesnt care they do
Maybe every little vibration
of every single atom
of his soul cares well beyond the boundaries
and limitations of any perceived love.
I doubt you could do that;
But The Poetman does..
with ease.

Well arent we happy
Sitting here
In our smug little disguise?
We are this and
We are that
And no one else is wise.
We want this life
Maybe that
And we care not what we do...
Its just a shame
We forget
You have feelings too.
So type some more;
Lots of words
And maybe you'll believe...
But what you're looking for
Deep down inside
Is just some stress relief.

She's a dreamin
Sneaky little footsteps out the door
That track a tuft or two
Or three or four
Of that white fluffy stuff
That winters are made of
She knows how to dream.
Her nice warm bed means nothing to her
A pile of coats some boots with fur
And she's set for her sneak in the snow
To throw that snowball far as it will go.
She gets herself out of bed
Figures he's sleeping by now
Doesnt forget the hat on her head
(Doesnt forget how).
Out the door she goes
But her look turns insane
What the hell is this?
There's no snow; only rain.

I got an important call today
From such a sexy hunk
Nice suit
Pretty boy
Fast talk
What a bunch of bunk.
He told me he wanted me to sing
To give them something good
For a one time anniversary
of the 104th hood
I sure as hell didnt decline

He shows up
the guitar breaks
He breaks it more
Leaves me in the cold
so I try to sing
and I cant do that
Im thinking Im too old
But the neighbors all liked
the dinner I served
Chicken and a salad Id tossed
As he leaves to his shiny
Gold chrome cadillac
That shows him who's REALLY boss
Cause it..

I laughed today
And I just have to share
this Poetic Justice in its prime
Its hard to believe
what just happened here
A sure sign of justice in MY mind
I caught my fiance one day
Quite deceptively so
And his maliciousness overwhelmed me
It really did hurt
to think Id been used
he had lied so thru his teeth
So I tore up his pics
yet not his business card
That I had posted in front of my eyes
That card for some reason
Had been put away
In this cupboard to my right.
A few weeks later
I reached inside
Where I keep things like tape and tacks
And here I find
Securely stuck
His card, to the bottom of a Whoppers box. :D

What a surprise
I had today
One of those really cool things
With the summer heat
and the clear blue skies
And the laziness it brings
It wasnt expected
but it was really neat
As I opened my door for air
I had to look twice
to understand
exactly what was there.
I thought it was snowing
But how could that be?
There wasnt a cloud in the sky
yet the air was filled
with lots of little snowflakes
Lazily drifting by.
I had to go catch one
I couldnt resist
Its something I just had to know
And here it was dandelions
with a slight breeze
Making the summer snow.

I saw you last night
in my dreams you came
I was humbled by your sight.
Such a great man
Before me I said
A man of distinction
and Light.
You were busy walking
On souls and countries
and I noticed the ruler you became
Then my heart fell
and filled with sorrow
for to you this was just a game.
I asked you Mr. President
Dont you care?
Dont the hearts of the people matter?
You laughed in my face
Said who are you?
For "I am the world's next leader".
And you continued your pursuits
Of wealth and world
Regardless of whom you hurt
Even the beggings you received
Of an Angel perceived
You decided you could treat like dirt.
Well Mr. Bush
its a sad time indeed
When your ONLY focus is Power
And all us down here
with feelings that care
Have now become those that dont matter.

Who knows the strugglings
Of a poor young mother
Trying her best to cope
With no support
And no real help
And her spirit her only hope?
Who knows the struggling
When she becomes ill
And the quality of life goes down
Unable to work
Or enjoy her life
And no one really around.
Who knows the strugglings
As she does what she can
As the world turns without her
To care for her children
And give them love
And the nurturing of the mother?
How can you so easily
Turn her aside
And tear her family apart?
When her real problems
were lack of support
As she held on to her genuine heart..

Electromagnetics
blast holes in the ocean floor
A friend of mine
inadvertently
called them
"marbled monoliths"
Had no idea what id seen
Endless lines of round explosions
marbled red white and blue
Killing all in its way
Dead and bloodied carnage
like yesterdays litter
without a burial
lost in the battle
for who knows what.

We choose whom we want to know
And we think we do right
But we better be very careful
Dont you think?
Keep the company of the arrogant
Arent they refined?
Oh they have so much to offer the world
Yes even they could be a savior
Oh yes I think so.
Forget love.
It is the choice we make
The innocent should be protected
And if we choose not to,
The blood is on our hands
Oh but we've chosen the best
Havent we?
Forget love.
When our idea of a Divine Mission
Treads upon those that are deserving
And we serve only the High and Mighty
Egos of the "supposed" Light Force
(How dark does that go?)
Forget love.
When we choose according to our bigotry
and our false standards
That most will never live up to
And we serve only the few
Irregardless of God's Will
That we decide deserve it
(Yes that is the company I shall keep)
Forget love.
We must not have wanted it.
Did we miss it?
How could that occur
if we are so right
in all that we do?
Forget love.

Oh Israel
Must your spell last forever?
Oh Israel
You must now endeavor
Lead the people to safety
Let them cry no more
Let the world see your Love
You must open the door!
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
You slit your own throats
And you use your youth
Remember..
The pain.
Oh Israel
How long will it take
Oh Israel
Before its too late
Stop the bleeding
Of the children
Stop the feeding
of the pain.
An eye for an eye
A tooth for a tooth
You slit your own throats
And you use your youth.
Remember..
The pain.

Does the hatred swallow you
like the shadows of the abyss?
Does the pain consume you
like the frigid waters
standing you still
in a reality
filled with anothers blood?
Open your heart Taliban.
Feel that which you do to another
Is compassion not approachable
a tangent reality you can grasp?
Does it hurt you when you do?
Is destruction your only friend?
Open your heart..
Does the agony of a woman
Beaten and executed
and the hunger of the children
forced to starve
And the taking of another man's
feet and hands
Fill you with joy?
OPEN YOUR HEART!!!
The people are crying for justice
They are crying for peace
They cry for you....
For the day has come
When I have set my will
Against you
As you have done,
So shall it be for you as well.
Open your heart Taliban
And let the world hear YOU cry
For Mercy..

She tilts her head a bit
feels the nauseousness
overcoming her again
you dont want too close
the pores of her sweater
they dont breath any more
listless color
grungy dark
and smoke clogged
with the vomit of last nights parade
thru the bottles and
the pipes and the boys
laying on the ground beside
the cardboard walls
she calls home.
Someone called her a
low-life bum
And she just laughed..

You have to have a heart
Its there somewhere
I know it is.
Deep down inside
Are you afraid of what you might find?
If you touched upon it
Would you have nightmares of all the things
You should have done
Or did not do?
Are you afraid of you?
Its not too to late to change
And make a difference in the world
Or maybe you think kindness is
just the action of a weak soul.
How wrong you are.
Have you ever noticed how easy it is
To be unkind?
How the control comes
When it is the kindness you show?
Is it weakness to show compassion?
To do the right thing?
Have you ever noticed how easy it is
To just not care?
To turn your head?
Not be there?
To care requires thought
And deliberation of that thought.
You of the world
That cause harm without thinking
Know nothing of real life.
You are only half.....
of your own thoughts.
And here you think you're right.

The oppressed of the world
That speak the Truth
Live dangerously and wild
They give their life force
in sacrifice
For tomorrow's unborn child.
There are no guarantees
There is only the way and flow
Of intricate patterns
One hopes to defeat
The dangerous unseen foe.
So stand proud for Human Rights.
Be a Bearer of the Light.
Stand for the oppressed
Stand for the poor
Stand for those abused
Stand up for Human Rights
Make THAT the choice
You choose...

The pain I feel runs deep
Like a chill running thru
The marrow of my bones
My heart cries for Gujarat.
How many souls?
How much pain?
How deep will it settle in my soul?
How far will it go?
I look around and see
Others laughing at me.
"Oh they deserved it" they say
Like a saying out of
an old forgotten play.