I sailed past the river
till I felt myself lost
night was falling so fast
winds started to quiver
my compass was tost
Soon night would be past
Julie Heckan, October 28
Senses for a Sestet
Crimson lips, lovers awaken with a kiss
Creamy white skinned Goddesses resting
In a time where Socrates lusted after Sappho's
Poetry and art.
The Grecian people worshiped her with
her beauty and exquisite prose. On the wings
of her art she played enchanting music arranged
Golden chariots in fields of apples bold,
yet, solitary like one fallen from the tree,
Sappho wrote her memoirs and music
while exiled, her death unspoken.
My grandfather on my father’s side, was a pecker-toothed sidle who raped his
daughter when she was just ten. He threw down vodka from an eternal well and took my father out to buy prostitutes when he was just fifteen... It was here that my father first learned the true value of a woman. Mercifully, a permanent steel brace got loose at the Pennsylvania steel mill where he worked and crushed Grandfather into a pool of blood and urine.
My father was a dried seed rattling in an empty gourd… he had grown up
hardened with leather-stiff roots exposed too long in the sun. My mother knew
that he wanted to rape me, so I kept guard with knives and ran away whenever I could. I went to bed fantasizing how to sneak into his bedroom and kill him with
the kitchen carving knife.
My older brother hadn’t adjusted well to the chaos either, so he put all his expectations and dreams into a matchbook and burned down three houses in the neighborhood. He secretly, robbed his friends of their valuable coin collections. He grew weary and confessed and was taken to a local Mental Hospital for evaluation. At fourteen, I needed a good stiff drink! I was transferred to two different foster care homes and grew up like a weed.
My mother Dolly was an auburn haired porcelain bisque, matt finished doll from a
discriminating collections of dolls... her father's dolls. She was not a witty woman
but silent, afraid and alone. She gave birth to three children who grew up like
wild dogs while Dolly made Betty Crocker weekends and otherwise TV dinners
until she grew tired... very tired.
One day the brothers were playing with Dolly tossing her back and forth…
like a ball, one to another... until we dropped her. Fragile, she shattered into pieces
on the gray cement patio. My father came out determined to put the pieces back
together but clumsily, he repeatedly stepped on Dolly crushing the refined
fragments into powdered dust.
Constellations of values and ethics
like dancing stars in onyx nights.
Majestic fields of ideals stay grounded
in what only seems right. Keenly, I search
philosopher’s heels to grasp theoretical
notions, held together by gravity’s scales
as comets of light circle in tails
and teach me in a dream.
What is the uniqueness of your poetry?
Someone once said to me that “poetry can’t include abstract language.”
Well, that really got me going! As a lover of language and theory I just couldn’t let this one pass. The uniqueness of my poem is that I use abstract language with planetary imagery to lightly illustrate two mega-abstract ideas, ethics & philosophy. The end culminates that all knowledge is refutable (i.e. “and teach me in a dream”).
Unleash the thread of unaltered seams
Night shade matters for restless dreams
Woven to knit each day of the night
Lie with the moon amidst the light
Armaggedon is not a biblical geographical location
that will one day destroy the world. It is a symbol
of the battle of good and evil within the human
Armaggedon is not a remote event in history but
an on going occasion for the self to connect more
fully to the spiritual goodness that resides within
Armaggedon. Divinity established that love is
primary throughout the universe. The self is a
piece of Divinity which experiences love as
primary to existence.
Armaggedon is an opportunity to realize the
personality of the Divine within our own moral
and ethical life. This is not the end of the world
but the beginning of renewed spiritual life.
Armaggedon the fever is already raging.
in war that surpasses all wars alive inside
us on a daily basis. Divinity measures the
souls weight of individual loyalty toward or
away from love.
A spiritual thunder with soft, cool sunsets
Explode as the volcano’s lava flows done
In a flood on a highland of self-assurance.
A nurturing peace in a moment of cultural
Madness your laughter not damaged from
The proud disdain and mistrust.
Your body speeds up with charm and rueful lust
Amusing the senses in a cloud of wild honey,
Contemplating clay with your desire gone in
Sly defeat. Grant me suspicion for courage
Making a fool out of false piety for our future
Will be the fate of folly and destiny the memorial
Of her promise. Schemes of dreams share familiar
Moans of loss. Weddings and conflict, corruption
And compassion are at home with intimacy.
Delight in the hunger of your breeding and the
Grit of the lion its cravings, run like rain to wet
The brightness, for only power is branded to
Define creation and devastation with equal
Force, admire the style and spirit
Armaggedon is not a place where Divinity
lives war and plunder. Armaggedons' battlefield
is within our heart and souls.
It is not a remote event in future history but an
actual occasion for the Self to connect more fully
to the nature of God in he present.
Armaggedon is not the end of the world or an
upcoming historic deadline for disaster. It is
in the war within the heart and soul of the individual.
The Self is the creation of God. The serial disasters
that we accumulate in our lives are not about an
All Powerful God handing out retribution.
Revenge is not in the seed of divinty, who
contends that love as primary.It is our own battle
Armaggedon is an opportunity to realize the
personality of God within our own lives.
Justice, wisdom, love, knowledge, thoughts,
feelings and behavior etc. are all aspects of
the personality of God who created us. It is
our responsibility to merge with Divinity more
and more to strengthen the relationship
between ourselves, God and all people. This means
battling away that which is adverse to our lives.
Being a child of God means you already have the
inherent qualities of God within you, we all do,
no matter what your religion. Like a mother
who gives birth to a child, the child has aspects
of the mother’s personality within her. Thus, as
God has given birth to all of us, we have attributes
of Divinity within that we need to grow and
strengthen. Armaggedon is not a place outside
of us, it is a symbol of our growing faith.
Coming back to life in time
Life that works for enlightenment.
But this lifetime has its difficulties
and you finally succumb to them
and wash your life clean. Come
back as an angel working
to help people in peril toward
activities that produce
metaphysical results. Check
your intentions that they are
always good...repair the anger
and pride. Purify desire, attitude
and intent until goodness is all
that is left in your mind and body.
You are a lotus flower born with
the seeds of rebirth
What you gave was the humanity
lost in a starry universe dark and
grey about to rain. A circle of gray
stars shuttering around in place
shifting from season to space
dancing in darkness. What you
gave were the arms to reach out
and hold the world close to an
ever changing humanity buoyant
and feisty some ready to give up
and others working toward progress.
What you gave will always be alive
breathing into the mouth of a
history for humanity.