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Will you then twist my vision into a perfect blur?
A landscape warped, a world I half perceive,
Like gazing through a rain-streaked silk-screen,
Cut the edges sharp to watch my colors bleed
I ask this not in fear, but in a curious way,
A yearning for a change in how I see,
To break minted realities, you bind me down,
And let gentle chaos set me free
Excellent, pull me under morning's silver water,
Where the light shivers on the shifting tides,
A silent world, a cool, smooth embrace profound,
Leave the surface world for a moment unplanned
Let bubbles rise, like whispers to the sky,
As burdens drift away in watery haze,
And quiet fills the space where worries lie,
A baptism in shadowed, mist-drenched maze
Be sure to make it headfirst, the plunge complete,
No hesitant toe dipped or cautious resolve,
But total surrender to the chilling deep,
A letting go, to watch my anchored self dissolve
Let logic fade, as instinct takes its hold,
And senses sharpen in the liquid gloom,
To find a truth that can't be bought or sold,
A seed of courage sprouting in drowned tomb
Let this immersion quench my every ire,
I will tear through this web, reborn in fire
The simple truths I believe to be so are
That personality gains respect for social status
That personality gains respect for sexual orientation,
That personality gains respect for ones color,
That personality gains respect for ones views on life.
The evidence that it is so,
Is written on the faces of those who choose friends whose social status,
Sexual orientation, color and way of living,
Are so very different than their own.
So, yes I believe it to be so,
You may choose other reasons why these friendships thrive against all odds,
And all attempts to break the bonds of friendships so made.
But the fact is they do.
And it is only the very worst among us who do not respect at least one,
Whose social status, sexual orientation, color or way of living,
Is so far removed from their own.
Surely the more we acknowledge the validity of these simple truths,
And let our personality be the key to our acceptance,
The more we will find being different than others is not such a big deal,
And the world will be a safer and happier place to live in.
It is already so for me,
My difference was a birth mark,
That few even tended to notice or comment on,
Yet others with birthmarks seemed to have them noticed and commented on All the time.
So, yes I believe these simple truths to be so.
We are all unique in one way or another,
And it is right that it is so.
The Scripture says, “If you believe in your heart
And confess with your mouth you shall be saved.”
If you can believe, all things are possible
To them that believe.
Watch what you say, for it may come true.
I am a new creature, old things have passed away.
Look, all things have become new!
My grandma said, “I look at my hands and they look new
I look at my feet and they did too.”
Then I said, they look the same to me,
But I do feel free, I trust Him,
Now I see what she meant.
The Great Exchange I did
From my old to my new,
It’s true, it true if only you will believe
Receive and achieve and it is your
Of course in time you will see too.
You may asked, “What will I see,
What will it be for me?”
Study now and it will make sense to you too,
Listen with you heart that set you apart
Far, far from what you were
He made it possible
Your reward is set, you have met
The truth of God word
Have not you heard?
Fundamentalist Christians row over piecemeal things,
Over whether baptism is required for heavenly sings,
Over whether baptism is needed for heaven’s welcome,
Over whether baptism is demanded by god to overcome.
I don’t know how many times I was asked about baptism,
Whether I wanted baptised, they didn’t accept my atheism,
I’d stated it to my parents but had a question in my mind,
About whether they’d told my so called friends who’d mind.
But I said no, and explained Christian atheism fair, square,
Didn’t mix my words nor hesitate to extrapolate with air,
But each one said to me I didn’t know my own mind simply,
Which left me very distressed, very much in a quandary.
They were playing the mentally ill card, when I was not,
They wanted to patronise me to chide and see what I’d got,
But I didn’t like it so withdrew from their sphere, company,
Which made me feel better, gave me dignity and harmony.
A stillness with life and a peace about my so uncertain future,
A habit of reading, even if I’d already read them in conjecture,
Since my parents restricted me to only five philosophy books,
In case for researchers and academics, thinkers, I had looks.
A fundamentalist household is not a peaceful one, stable,
But is distressed, fragmented and broken, that’s irrefutable,
You suffer displacement because your atheist leaves you,
To ruminate upon his interjection which is to see you through.
I think it’s better today, atheists in god families have voice,
They can be respected for devious acts of normality, choice,
They can refer to teachers for love, for secularist edification,
And have access to the medical profession for an adulation.
The applause
I had a drink before to a poetry reading and since I was nervous
drank a few whiskeys and spoke dramatically about the plight of the Palestinians
I needed help to get down from the stage since my glasses were at the hotel.
Next day we went to a meeting where the top of
The educated class go, I thought they were idiots they had erudition but no
learning, So I got up and spoke for fifteen minutes.
The silence was colossal, think of a needle falling from the galaxy
and landing on Himalaya I had committed the sin of saying
the global warming was a natural disaster and had nothing to do
with global warming.
The meeting was not reported in the local paper but what do
I know, I do not speak this Roman soldier’ language.
I’m lost in an unknown world where I am not a stranger
Citizen of love recognize and value by all
People adore my knowledge about my country
As several relationships has been fabricate and re-established
‘Master of love’ I was called
All these is claim until I met her
She is the perfection of beauty
Angel amidst humanity
Her skin tone complements my dark complexion
Her hair kiss ass
Her dove eyes laid in between her pointed noise harmonized with long face and
double dimple
Her breast flow the ocean of life in fulfillment of the holy book
She is supernaturally endowed below
I Dream of living in her palace below and drink from milk of life above
I call her End of discussion
She is my desire yet confused of certainty
My heart fails not to confront with golden words
I’m scared of response
I’m not scared of No but Yes
Presently in the net of two relationship in the name of love
My golden words for her 'never to cheat'
Previous line contradict contemporary words
Confused heart, let go of previous love and regain my country?
You remain out of reach,
Always ahead of me—
You, whom I love so dearly;
In my dreams and in my prayers
Seek to express the Light of Your image—
In shadows of my evolving awareness
Stumble to grasp such Infinite Beauty,
Close mental fingers of retention,
My hand back to clay
Sculpted to Your never ending contours,
Transfigured from a world of physical steel
By new alchemy—that of Spirit-fire.
How deeply can I impress upon You
My sense of loss by distance—
Kept from You by Your own gift,
These relentless waters
The salt of which eats my oars,
Currents splinter my bow,
Stretch and compress my putty nature
With each new ebb and tide;
Part of me possessed by the miracle
While more of me
Is willing to forfeit the entire experience
Wanting only to return and abide
In Your Tranquil Sea Of sure presence—
I am Your precious offspring, I know—
But too often feel a young dove
Pushed prematurely from the nest,
Failing to see behind
The parent’s stern face
A buoyant, effervescent love—
Now seeing only downward
The chasm before me,
Fearful, trusting only the miracle of flight
From afar,
Warned into disbelief by the cold shadow
Of a hawk’s descending wings…
I want to believe in Your Love—
Each of Your children Your one-and-only;
Yourself willfully lost in Your Creation—
The essence of Your Great Love
To give—and then give more;
Your lessening, the spirit of increase--our miracle of eternal life—
Our lesson one of transformation of self by release;
Relinquishing all so that all may be gained.
You abandon Yourself for our Light—
Indwelling substance of Your Immortal Being
Turned outward…
Our eyes Your eyes—
Your expression
Limited only by our skewed vision—
The resurrection of fluid patterns of substance
And hue not found within the border of mortal imagination
But in the ever-expanding consciousness of endless Recreation—the Great I Am.
Planning our future while residing in an Ivory Tower,
Could endanger its very foundation,
As you will be relying on information,
From People you have never met,
Whose qualifications you may regret,
Not having personally checked.
Residing in an Ivory Tower,
Tends to cloud one's judgement,
As you look out the window at mist that never seems to clear,
That looks no different than smog.
That model showing what your grand plan will look like,
That sits in your office 40 stories up,
Looks quite different to those,
Who live on the ground,
Where the Sun seldom bothers to shine.
So, if you are planning to,
Go down in the lift any time soon,
Don't be surprised if you find yourself,
On the surface of the moon,
With your space helmet,
Left behind in your room.
Typically
When you first detach your legs from your waist
And plant them feet first
From the dock ladder into Torch Lake
There is a baptism scream back to those on shore
They know
As the cold cuts you in half
The June sun shall take her time
Reunifying toes to heart and body to mind
Mixing warm blood to schools of deep green minnows
A honeybee looks up from the oars of my elbows
Flattened on its back wet to Purgatory
I cup the froth in my hands
Pour the living being to the dock
Like a bead found from a broken necklace
That bee must be conceiving of God
I spare it our bond to randomness
Let the creature define divinity
Someone said to me
They were sure I’d want my ashes
To be spread here
But I said no
If you must know
I’d like the weight of me
To be buried in the solid ground back home
From where I truly lived
And as for this place?
Let it be the gift it was
And later
A Navajo gift for other strangers
But perhaps she will still remember me
At our passing moment
Cupping her hands
My mistress
Who visited with me from time to time
When all was fleeting and perfect.
We all have the ability to help others,
So, why are so many only helping themselves,
To other peoples property?
We all have the ability to serve others,
So, why are so many self serving?
We all have the ability to care for others,
So, why are so many not even caring for themselves?
We all have the ability to share what we have,
So, why are so many hoarding what they will never use?
We all have the ability to cheer for the underdog,
So why are so many kicking people when they are down?
We all have the ability to see others in pain,
So why are so many preferring to wallow in their own pain?
We all have the ability to learn the danger signs,
So why do so many walk into danger instead of away from it?
We all have the ability to act,
So, why is it that so few seem to bother?
And those that do never want to get off the stage,
Or share the limelight.