Hear-tell, that one beamy night,
so very long ago,
an angel with wings of light
held the thought of creation in
a glow – with angel might held
up, this vision bright, long before
a rooster-crow, long before a sun
to show – long before green things
had reason to grow.
Gods were contemplating destiny
Long before a Cosmos set free
Long before earth was given sight
Long before the firmament, right
With all of time yet no one knew
What an earth should do --
Create man in our image?
For Popeye we will have spinach?
For the Jews Machanayim, a scrimmage?
For the Christians give them a Christ?
For Italians pizza by the slice?
Thus made a world was new
When man had his first interview
(and all the Gods said, Magnifique
~ Adieu)
Left oblivious an indeterminable number
To eternally prosper or fatally blunder --
I sense a life before
peripheral of present being --
Witnessed the Very Cross!
Yet to recoup Virtue's loss,
a soul injury indeterminable
Blessing, no crime lives forever
No sin a spirit’s annihilation
Wrong may bleed for generations
suture~ thankful a benevolent God --
“Eat not your own heart”
Conscience no judge nor final jury
God loved us from the start
His grace man’s inevitable victory --
I have become removed
from the pulse of ordinary things.
The daily walk is no longer
calibrated by what I take in
but by the number of steps
measured by a pedometer
handcuffed to my arm.
Much of the world
goes unnoticed - pushed aside
to the periphery, too small
or distant to register interest
on the blunt sweep
of my senses.
Mostly, the world just passes
in a blur diminished by the glare
from thoughts played out
on the mind's internal screen.
Nothing seems anchored
but drifts inexorably towards
a distant point miraged
on the horizon of some
indeterminable fear.
And yet,
there are moments when
the world breaks through.
Yesterday, the soft, morning
light of the April sun glowed
on the outstretched wings
of a cormorant. It seemed
to hold itself in a posture
of prayer. I am redeemed
by seeing the wonder
in such ordinary things
and connect
to something deeper
where all of creation
has its origins,
made whole again.
First, I think not
To break the contact
But this contact break the syntax
I want to reach my aims
And life is full of pain
The person is in my list
For fighting
It doesn't have a fist
Before I take the action
People with others' mind
Break the connection
When you go alone
Then you can reach the throne
Outsider's can take away
Their rights
And life has to be bright
Everything I wanted, and I never had,
Embodying courage to sift my daily realities
To observe purified sun flashing on my face
And watch the night light idling on my pillow,
Unlocking sweet dreams,
To delight my indeterminable moment,
Without distressing struggles,
Pulled all over by miserable shadows,
While pursuing matters of the heart
Yearning for secrets buried inside forgotten palaces,
Building statues of emptiness
Enforcing the code of the dead and the living,
With hope being my only sympathizer
Through freezing winter nights
Never had chance to gaze at the looking glass,
Never visualize spring could encircle me,
With blooming images to cheer my immortal being
As enlightenment breaks through every system
To realize, everything I wanted,
I will never have,
Yet I’m glad to view the blue sky,
Listen to melodies from ancient forest,
While experiencing the joy of silvery mist,
As I explore the world through enchanting dreams
Stuffing my heart with wonders, to realize…
May be whatever I deserve, I have,
May be someone knows why?
The ancients believed in us and left signs of their faith in us. They thought that we would be gods of knowledge, but gods like us are lost in the space of our emotions, which fuels the drama of our lives. The great powers in the world,
born of great desire. ravage the people, with golden eyes and sweet wines.
They care not that its end is madness, for its power is great, and little can withstand the runaway heart! But as calm follows the storm, and when the fever is broken, we'll make a call to battle, to rise up and defeat that indeterminable evil, that one knows simply as... "the self"!
The sun shines again for he smiles dreaming.
The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides
for its end is sought, as is its beginning
as I lay beside him in love seeming.
Though at peace, confusion’s thoughts abide
waiting there as laggard servants shying
scolded by the Mistress Aphrodite
his form akin to Lord Ares lying.
Now, Want must find a different dwelling
and Need must now within my heart reside
for oh love, sweet love, has come a calling
on the wings of Eros it did arrive.
For he smiles and joy of sweetest joy, I cry.
to stay forever in his arms, I’ll try.
Poet: D. Guzzi
6/14/11
The sun shines again
for he smiles.
The indeterminable day no longer flees or hides
for its end is sought, as is its beginning
for he smiles.
Confusion though abiding
must wait the laggard servant
scolded by the Mistress Aphrodite
for he smiles.
Want must find a different dwelling
for the moment un-housed by sweetest joy
for he smiles.
The sun shines again.
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