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Just four years and
I tried to know you
To help you get through
That soul snatching venom.
Just four years of reaching
Out searching for your hand...
On any forum or phone.
Just four years of wanting so
Desperately to connect to our mother,
Through you, within your swirling art.
Just four years disconnected by a few miles
And years never knowing I had a partner
In time, in crime in so many broken ties.
Just one text to learn you breathe my
Same air, no more. Hung up in the door.
My faith says you're fixed right
For good this time.
My body can't stop grieving...
For 4,000,000 more eternities with
Your precious soul.
Wisdom Tree
A solitary man
Makes his way up the mountain
One step at a time
The life he knows further and further behind
He wishes to be alone
Away from the busyness
The noise
Responsibility
Activity
Work that is never done
Conflict
The need to be in control
He reaches the mountain top
Sits down and crosses his legs
He looks out at the landscape
His village a small mass of thatched roofs
People unseeable
Smoke rises from a central fire
The lake so small
it looks like it can fit into a wooden spoon
The horizon surrounds him
He feels the pebbles beneath him
Blades of grass are myopically large
He watches as the ants toil
Are their lives not the same?
Seasons change
Summer to fall
winter to spring
He witnesses it all
His beard lengthened
As his mind enlarged
Secrets have been revealed
He’s disconnected yet part of all
The base of him grows into the ground
Others journey to the mountain top
Seeking his wisdom
They sit with him for a while
Never staying for long
Each person takes so that they may give
The wise man transformed
Arms outstretched
reaching to all the horizons
Now covered with leaves
The seasons continue to change
He sends his leaves down to the village
Beckoning them to the mountain
Not wanting to be alone
"Come sit beneath my branches
caress my bark smell my scent
know my soul."
He’s no longer is able to speak
All that he knows
resides in the rings of his seasons
Still he offers wisdom
Put your ear to his trunk
You can still hear his heart beat
His breath whistles through the leaves
His seeds cover your woolen coat
You are a solitary man
making your way down the mountain
One step at a time
Closer and closer to your village
To the ones you love
As you walk through the village
you shake the seeds off your coat
They fall on the fertile ground
The wise man
has finally come home.
I love you who are here and near
And I love you who are there so far
Our dear Father has planned it this way
And now happily His we are, and always will be
The mere thought of you, my brother, my sister,
causes me to weep
Throughout history, our promises and treaties
have been hard to keep
We are still separated by valleys and pits so deep
But we must stay in the race as we walk, run, and leap
And we must continue to climb the hills and mountains so steep
Though sometimes we are lost, tired, and weak
There is still time to find the peace we seek
One God, one face, is all that I see
Divided and disconnected is no way to be
Let’s find a way to reconnect and live free
There’s a mirror revealing love to be the key
In his image are you and me
This poem was written more than 12 years ago. It was occasioned by the feeling I experienced after meeting a person from another country and different cultural background. I felt a kindred spirit which gave birth to this poem.
There are dreams, other dreams, and there are nightmares. Dreams really do have something to say, and if able to capture them upon awakening, we are well served by them. There are dreams from God* whereby He is speaking to us, and there are other dreams
in which vagueness covers their message. Oh, did I mention there were dreams that turn into nightmares? Anyway, that's another subject for another time, but blessed of God and wiser by far are those who know and understand the difference. For example, I will often dream and forget the dream or a dream is too cloudy and scrambled. And then, there are dreams that one cannot forget and will not go without attention. I had a dream last night that was short and to the point envolving a person that seemed out of character, and the portrayal of that person in the dream was very defined and real. In this case, I suspect the message in the dream is not so much about the person as about the characteristics displayed which points to matters of importance in the lives of everyone. In these types of dreams, I try to discern what The Lord might be showing me and for what purpose. In this dream, I concluded that God was saying, "Take note and see to it that you beware and avoid the following": Avoid being Distant, Disconnected, Distracted, and Detached; Avoid being Rushed; Avoid being Indirect, Indifferent, and Irritable; Avoid being unstilled, unsteady, and unfocused. Such flaws permeated the person in my dream. It appears that God was using a dream to remind me to be unlike the person I saw in my dream. Indeed, God often speaks in mysterious ways.
08132019PoSoup *Job 33:15-20 New International Version (NIV)
How can I be healed when my rivers are still tender
My heart is stuck in the same sentence
Unheard points screamed at the child inside me
What am I
When the trees stick out and come out of hiding
My thoughts are disconnected from the lifeless rivers bound down on me
This penny for thoughts is meaningless
No worth inside its curves
It meant so much when I paid attention to the quietness
But the wind snatches the good thoughts from hallways of complete darkness
Do I sound crazy
Dreaming of high skies and cloud nines
I cannot see up here
It's too bright and the lines are hard to look at as wrong
How can I be healed when the tree has nothing more to wave in the wind for a look
It is invisible aging and broken edges
How am I ever healed
My words were rewritten until they became yours
As grammar and syntax perfected your thoughts
Pages lined with highlighters polished me to extinction
I wanted to resist all of those good intentions
Yet I knew you wanted your best words for me
You weren't listening so you couldn't hear what I was asking for
Poor boy me I lacked the courage to say it loud enough
I felt my voice become tiny as my heart disappeared
Sure my words were somewhat awkward
Still I had things to express that way
My rhythm was imbedded in the word play
You crumbled my granite and turned it into clay
It happened slowly a bit day by day
I was there hidden in the disconnected details
Crystal blue eyed observations to share
Becoming myself on the verge of aware
You could have found me there
My words weren't lacking weight or substance
Like a series of road signs I pointed in a certain direction
I wasn't looking for polished perfection
What I desired most was emotional connection!
The trip must have seemed hard
You couldn't see past the curves in my road
It was to difficult to decipher my emotional code
So instead you bulldozed through my mind
with a big truck weighted with your own heavy load
If only you could have lingered and waited
Maybe you could have been sated
My words were interplayed and related
The strength of your ego I had not anticipated
In your wake I was left dejected and frustrated
There had been points of interest along the way
sprinkled star dust amidst the Milky Way
Beneath were gardens in which you could have come to play
There was no rush, I wanted you to stay
Until my liquid thoughts were morphed into hay
There before you
I had erected statues of delight
adorned in billowing fabric made of light
Perhaps you were blinded by my bright
unexpected in the middle of the night
You could have occupied my pleasure
Below my surface a spring fed treasure
A gift for you beyond measure
You could have witnessed the essence of me
Even though you came so close
you just couldn't see...
This is an old one that I have significantly reworked.
Look away world
for I belong to all the nameless faces;
we live now in the background
of long faded paintings.
Look away you blatant sun
I travel now behind a shadow throng
of the distant disconnected
for we have chosen
to be both apart and together.
Look away you Spanish ladies
the angels have my eyes now,
they delight in being hidden
within thin garments of
sensual disguise.
For my eyes have seen the glory
of the dying;
they have joined me
for yet awhile,
they look away from any endings,
for they have beheld the beyond
they have sighted the new ones coming;
clear of eye,
bold and blithe are these spirits
they walk upon the waters
of that last river,
and cross not.
The bigger things are obvious
And are to be expected,
Like sickness, job loss and the fear
Of what’s not disinfected.
But little things I haven’t seen
In ages have affected
The way I feel and I don’t see
How they will be corrected.
Graffiti’s back and littering
And parks they’ve not inspected
For drinking (beer cans everywhere)
And dog poo not collected.
Some car alarms have sounded
(Most ‘round here are disconnected)
And garbage in the streets means rats
Have lately been detected.
The little things add up, of course,
So people have defected,
But those of us who choose to stay
Can’t help but feel dejected.
The world is flat , you are not here
There is no wind ,no still small voice
Right dimensions disappear
Dulled by loss,too wan for fear
There is no sin,there is no choice
The world’s a board , you are not there
I plucked no roses for your bier
There is no God, there is no Christ
The vertical has disappeared
I do not burn,I shed no tears
There is no love, there are no wise.
The world is flat , you are not here
Disconnected from what’s near
Where walks the lamb,the sacrifice?
All directions disappeared
Dirac’s God did shake the dice
Salvation cannot come from priests
The world is flat , you are not here
The wrong side of the world is fear
She cries for her children,
her body sick and spent,
poisoned by her own.
Disconnection breeds ignorance;
sever the umbilical,
a disconnected cable brings on malfunction;
a child taken from its mother
doesn’t respect.
Mother Earth weeps,
centuries of anguish and lament
are more than she can bear.
Her children are many,
two-legged, four-legged, winged and finned;
she watches them destroy one another.
The two-legged’s have not learned
that they will always need her
and their siblings.
With all of your Universities
and education,
you remain unlearned.
Respect is earned by, the giving of same;
she births her own with love and respect,
receiving little in return.
You eat her food,
strip her hair and skin;
burn her with chemicals,
taint her tears with acid;
you poison your mother,
do you think the Great Spirit
appreciates this slaughter?
She is his child,
just as you.
You hide behind religions,
pretending to worship God,
while you slaughter his daughter
and your own siblings.
Mother Earth’s tears,
are for you, as well;
when you’ve poisoned the ground,
food can’t grow.
When you’ve destroyed the
fish, fouls, mammals;
you’ve obliterate yourselves.
There’s nothing so deadly,
as the allegedly,
educated-ignorant.
3-24-2021
A Meaningful Poem - Poetry Contest
Constance La France