Echo of distant cries,
quadruped steps deepening into dusk—
wind folding the earth’s breath.
Craftsman of the spider web,
seas of lightning possessing the sky.
Guardian of the other side,
conceiver of comings and goings,
I will meet you soon—
after the waning of many moons,
God-willing—I will meet you soon!
Til then
you will wait—
til the fateful rain washes the earth,
til the sky weeps every secret.
You will wait
as the mountain lion sleeplessly
soaks up the storms to
keep her last babe dry.
Dance, Lilith, Dance
Born from the dust that willed your soul to be free
You belonged to the night
Where your golden hair seduced the moonlight for a waltz
And the stars dimmed their light to protect earth from its blaze
Or were they shying away from your mystical smile
Sing, Lilith, Sing
Of your sacrifice to freedom
Enslaved by the egos of the tongues of men
Who berated you,
For your temple did not worship their loins
Conceiver of the first divorce
That stirred the paparazzi in days of old
To slither beyond those alluring eyes
Your judge and jury
Speak, Lilith, Speak
Queen of the mythical silver screen
Whose sins and lust have been etched into the abyss of immortality
Who do you say you are, Lilith
Speak to defend
Deafened silence speaks louder than words
You answer to no-one
God, you are, you're more than everything;
God your everything;
Father, of heaven creator of all things;
God, you made all things, everything;
And you are the valley of flowers;
A galaxy of brilliant lights;
A rainbow promised for all mankind;
Golden plumbs of mercies race;
Overwhelming forgiveness amazing grace;
Father, of heaven creator of all things;
God, you made all things, everything;
Father of all creator of humanity and angels;
Allfather creator of matter and dreams;
Originator almighty conceiver
You've made me a believer;
God, you are, you're more than everything;
6/13/19
God your everything;
EPILOGUE TO THE GIRL CHILD - 4/4
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YOU ARE, THE BLESSED
CREATION.
WITHOUT WHOM I WOULDN'T EXIST.
NEVER ENJOYED, SO MANY PLEASURES,
OF NATURES, BOUNTIFUL GIFT.
YOU ARE THE THE CONCEIVER OF LIFE.
YOU ARE A MYSTERIOUS MIND.
YOU ARE ENVY OF PICASSO'S PASSION.
YOU ARE VIVALDI'S FOUR SEASONS.
YOU ARE POETRY IN MOTION.
A COLD SPRING IN THE OASIS.
YOUR ARE MONALISA'S MYSTERIOUS SMILE.
YOUR ARE, NOW THE TALENT, OF THIS GENERATION.
I CANNOT CONCEIVE, MY LIFE WITHOUT YOU.
POETRY WOULD HAVE LOST ITS RHYME.
MUSIC WOULD HAVE LOST ITS MOVEMENTS.
I SALUTE YOU, BEAUTIFUL GIRL CHILD.
WITHOUT YOU, LIFE WOULD SURELY CEASE.
Just relax,
The numbness hits first;
Than an empty mind, followed
By a coughing burst.
Your lack of feeling
Is all part of the reason.
Just a strange sensation, that
Radiates symmetrical improvisation.
You are receding;
Clear of thought
And feeling.
Any of the
Strange sensations…
Just all part of the
Procedure.
A numb reliever; opiate-
Like receivers. A middle-
Path conceiver, and what
A lovely thing…
All the turnings
Of the
Seasons.
What is within is without
Projected from mind to
Universe – which in turn
Reflects the mind conceived.
A loop that vibrates - let music
Be the source of thoughts.
Let light be our constant and
Let the ocean be our grave.
Can feelings be real or
Must they first be conceived?
Within and without dreams and
Waking thought reciprocate.
I dream I float and pass you by
I wake and write these lines.
Ignorance is bliss? Well I who
Cannot see cannot believe?
A mind conceived, conceiver
Of a mind. A loop that vibrates
Let the bliss begin – in darkness
Let the constant light within.
I can’t describe the intensity in my appreciation
Of the absolute deep natural beauty of the female
Power and grace, simplistic, total in fascination
Savagery and rage
Combined with so much force
The bearer, the life giver
The mother of the nature of the child
The conceiver of hope
The instiller of fertility and pure thought
The safety, warmth, and enveloping aura of love
Emanating from the confines of mothers womb
Feeding dreams of hope and love
To someday be returned in kind
To the vessel that gave to me this wonderful opportunity
To take this journey we call life
To be able to look into the eyes of a woman and find love
To be able to find a soul mate
So that we may produce another to feed hope and love
To nurture, guide and help fulfill the needs
To wipe the tear that blinds our sight to the truth
To help progress for the greater good
To ever forward the progression of life and love of it
And to the bearer
The most beautifully intense creature ever created
Who gives us this life, love and hope
Peace !
Eric (and sometimes not)
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