Long Soils Poems
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What is this resplendent thing that sparkles ahead,
Pacing faster than limbs of incapacity
Beyond the all-pervasive dakness of want?
Could my eyes be playing upon me some sly pervasity,
Seeing things untrue, askew and errant?
Or is it a reality that they will be resewn
The torn bonds that linked me to the world of bounty,
Where I may be returning soon?
I've had a glimpse of the future;
What a beautiful and gorgeous sight!
Streams of milk do freely flow,
And pots of honey glitter bright
Against the blinding rays of a rising sun.
This days of plenty seem set in the Promised Land,
For I see the fertile shoots of a germinating future
Guarded by an armed angelic band
Recruited from beyond the azure;
A fulfilment of a trashed prophecy.
And children of fate weakened by ages of plight
There do sing day and night;
Feeble frames malnourished for centuries
Enrich themselves from celestial treasuries,
Where the obedient minions of the sky
Gathered in response to their cry,
While they laboured on the red soils of Egypt
Before God heard their cries and His mercies leapt.
Who else can see this vision
Of relief from pandemics of fate
And the gaping gallows of death?
A time coming when sons of men
Shall storm this ogres den
And avenge the murderous terror
Inflicted upon their long gone kith and kin!
And the forbears long dead,
Shall be awakened by cries of war,
And with might reserved for decades
Shall avenge the pain inflicted before
By their wicked adversaries
Who maim parents and drink the blood
Of their offspring left behind.
According to Truth As Beauty EarthOccupier Rob Brezsny,
the original intent of “virgin”
unfolds as “complete unto herself.”
And so it is,
I pray and primally celebrate
waking into each of Earth’s days
a virgin,
once again.
Holonically complete,
one of Earth’s human language seeds,
bowing down as notnot up, yet
east as not yet completely Western red sky dominated
by fears and angry climatic stressors
both internally complete
and externally consuming and producing
ecstasies of Earth’s great transitional
epic re-ligioning intercourse
including, yet not monoculturally monopolized,
culturally creolizing
humane transliterations of organic
trans-parent transubstantiations
polypaths toward holy polymorphic symbiosis,
erotic lover days toward night
greeting exotic fragrant virgins
of Earth’s deep learning erotic
mindful body re-ligious incarnations
growing into full sacred virgin maturity
Then decomposing to rejoin Earth’s virgin trusted soul,
revolving hope’s fully active EcoOccupation,
complete unto EarthMother re-associated
panentheistic virgin
AnthroMind Truth/EarthBody Beauty
passionHere and pleasureNow.
[Verse 1]
I grew my farm roots beneath your starry-eyed loam
In soils of silence where dreams slip by, lost and unknown
But you were the willowing wind pulling you far away
Took to the stars as if you never meant to stay.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m buried deep in the earth’s embrace
But you’ve spread your wings into the endless space
We were worlds apart from the very first start
One foot in the soil, one foot breaking my heart.
[Verse 2]
I watched you chase the meteor storm in your eyes
Like a red comet lost in the blackened velvet skies
I was the snow-capped mountain forever standing still
And you were the restless west wind chasing every thrill.
[Pre-Chorus]
I’m stone and soil, you’re wind and air
I reach for your touch but you’re never there
I’m anchored to the earth where the wild things doth roam
But you’re out there flying, with no place to call your home.
[Chorus]
You were my earth, I was your sky
I held you close, but you wanted to fly
I buried my soul, you touched the light
We danced in the dusk, but never in the dark of night.
(Repeat Chorus)
(2nd ending)
We’re just earth and sky
Two separate worlds that’ll never collide
Live or die.
[Bridge]
I let go of the stones beneath my hands
Tried to rise like you to understand
But the stars you sought burned much too bright
Leaving me cold and shivering, in shadows of the night.
Maybe I’ll grow or maybe I’ll fall
But we’re two halves of a broken call
Earth and sky, never quite whole
Two songs unsung, forever lost…
two restless souls.
[Chorus]
You were my earth, I was your sky
I held you close, but you wanted to fly
I buried my soul, you touched the light
We danced in the dusk but never in the dark of night.
(Repeat Chorus)
(2nd ending)
We’re just earth and sky
Two separate worlds that’ll never collide
Live or die.
[Outro]
You’ll be the stars, I’ll be the ground
We’ll spin through the night
(1st and 3rd Time)
going round and round
Earth and sky
Earth and sky
(Repeat)
(2nd and 4th Time)
but never be found
Earth and sky
Earth and sky
(Repeat)
“Together, ever and ever alone... in the cold dark of night.”
Within my own axis,
It did not slant
It did not drizzle.
The void shunned the grey clouds.
Lightning was rare.
Thunder turned mute.
Leaf-tops shook with the sleepiness of
Shameless drunks, casting ghoulish shades,
Causing affrays among wild species.
Rivulets rippled in hunger and in thirst,
Circling firths with methodical anger and protests.
The grass blades lost their verdancy and cringed.
Within this place,
The air was proud and still, unfeeling —
Thus blocking the nostrils of weaverbirds, so that
Their breath choked with the intensity of seasonal hate.
Our soils were burnt and frazzled.
Hoe-teeth were dull-edged, producing clangs of
Stony noise while only reflecting the rays of the
Killing sun.
Woe was upon us and upon the anus of the earth.
The corrugated roofs rattled loudly at noon,
Protesting the agony of torture, and like the air,
Sent down particles of aging thirst at night.
On the grounds of this zone
Came the trace of waste and powdered perdition.
Vultures constantly were late for repasts,
For the sandy ground was greedier.
Earth, pall of misery, exhumed Death
Among the dead, and exuded worms in the
Warmth of lost sempervirence.
Apoplexy on living matters reigned.
Consider the lives of old calabashes
Laid waste in the core of the desert;
The exhumed bones interred in prelapsarian order.
Imagine the still existence of the blacksmith’s forge,
The ground of the phoenix in her laboratory of rebirth —the
End product of its old life . . .
That was for us the twelfthmonth of horror.
Shades of grey cascades on rainy days
Petrichor reigns after each pitter patter
Radiance of earthy fragrance does flatter
Teardrops down panes.. splitter splatter
Fades to whiffs chiding riffs spit scatter
Forever about weather they do natter
Seems the one thing that does matter
Flowers cowers at showers which batter
Tiffs as petal in fine fettle does shatter
Down trodden by a sodden mad hatter
Raised bed fed on shed drops clatter
Spoils for alluvial soils a pluvial platter
Some veg in tatters others seem fatter
Folks chitter chatter.. prefer the latter
Cumulus nimbus nimbly flitter & flutter
Sunrays grasp after a last gasp stutter
Sliding gliding riding wooden shutter
Rasp of uncouth din off a roof of tin
Staccato rinse & repeat beat does utter
Burgling drains & gurgling in the gutter
Huddles of puddles cuddle and splutter
Parched Earth’s skin softens like butter
Mother Nature's own homegrown nutter
Folks groan have to clear up soaked clutter
Mumble prone to moan but not a tut tutter
Mustn't grumble need the tumble they mutter
Dear world
I shall not attempt to address your problems
As I have enough of my own to ponder
However, I shall sing your praises at sunrise
Play tag with your ever-elusive shadows
Laugh with the dancing leaves of Autumn
Shiver in the moonlit majesty of snow-covered fields
I shall splash in the puddles of springtime rain
Cherish the scent of the soils awakening
Introduce a childs fingers to your mushy mud pies
Bask in the warmth of Summer’s promise
Offer to a tired garden a helping hand
Share a lone tomato with a friend
Remembering dear world
The depth and beauty of your moods
The edginess of your angst
The terror of your temper
The sweetness of a moment in your arms
My essence spawned in a sunflower
And I opened my eyes
To blinding sunlight,
Enjoying its warmth upon my body,
Licking my lips at the way the winds
Teased my hair
And giggled out loud
When the skies poured rain drops over me
Merely to wash my sins off me!
My essence outgrew the sunflower
And one fine day
I felt the need to jump out of it
To seek for myself,
A place which would feel like home!
As soon as I stepped on Earth's soils
I met the four directions!
North bid me to tread on its way
As upon it,
I would discover growth, evolution,
Modernity and a fast way of living!
South held my hands in his
And bid me to discover its oceans,
Its wilderness, its unexplored flora
And its peace of mind!
East smiled and promised me new dawns
Laden with hope and positivity,
All which I would need to gather enough
Strength to be able to reach out and
Touch the sun itself!
West was sure I would enjoy its sunsets,
While lazy waves would lap on crystal beaches
As well as the sight of clear nights
Decorated by shiny stars
Which would urge me to try to write
Poetry with their twinkling incandescence!
And when I asked what would I find more
They all answered that I would meet with Death
And that such formed part of Life!
I sat and reflected upon my would be choice
Before deciding to blindfold myself,
And I revolved upon myself for several long minutes
Before finally walking the way I ended up on
As
If Existing in whichever direction
Has to come to an ending
Why should I even try to choose anything
That makes it up?
Better it is
To keep my demands simple
And to keep my palms open in front of me
While walking whichever way
It willed me to!
I shall not wait for a better tomorrow
for today, right here, right now, I shall Vanquish lifes Sorrows
for what is Life, passing and going to no Avail
when I have conquered this moment like Ishmael,
never Submit to a False Promise
only to Wisdom and Knowledge I shall pay Homage,
never kneel in Submission for you might miss the Coming of the Dawn
for I have entered the Gates of Heaven with Holy Apocryphons,
narrow is Thy Way, true, but possible Indeed
when you have planted in these tainted soils the Abrahamic Seeds,
Golden are the Virtues that Gleam Aloft
that descend in Swiftness like a Gilded Hawk,
I shall not Conform; I shall Alchemize and Transform
I shall Prevail down High Roads not High Hopes,
I shall make days Illumined like Eyes of a Child
I shall Run Free, I shall Run Untamed, I shall Run Wild
I shall not Travail in Providence
for the Province within is, Yes, Indeed Sovereign
for the Great Coming of a New Frontier has arrived, Alas
for the Sun, the Moon, the Stars have shined through the Ash
I shall live for today for the Kingdom of God is claimed within
where there is no Scourge, no Lash, no Djinn
and I have earned Thy Wings, I Sovereign and Untouched
and Soar in this New Age, In Light, leaving behind the Dusk
To hunt and fish is considered ruthless,
Deemed by some a blood sport of pure pleasure.
Arguments against are often toothless.
Necessity is not hard to measure.
Gathering has become nearly folklore.
Native plants found only in store bought oils.
Grocery mushrooms limited to four.
Diet of foods only that of tilled soils.
In one hundred years way too much has changed.
Species of world food supply down nine fold,
Ties to the wild and earth have been estranged,
New found chemicals battling nature sold.
Against hunting and fishing? I entreat:
Where do you get free range organic meat?
They say the hardest shells hide the softest centers,
That diamonds form under pressure,
That the most beautiful songs are written in the dark.
I believe them.
I have seen mountains crumble into valleys
And valleys rise to touch the sky.
I have watched oceans retreat from shorelines
Only to come crashing back with renewed purpose.
Listen—
There is a thunderstorm inside my chest
Where lightning strikes illuminate
All the parts of me I try to hide.
The thunder is my heartbeat growing louder,
Demanding to be heard.
I am learning to stop apologizing for my earthquakes.
Some days I am a whisper,
A barely-there breath against the universe.
Other days I am a scream,
Tearing through silence like fabric.
Both versions of me deserve space.
Both versions of me are true.
When they told me to shrink,
I expanded.
When they told me to be quiet,
I found my voice echoed off canyon walls,
Traveled across oceans,
Planted seeds in distant soils.
We are all breaking open—
Cocoons tearing,
Roots pushing through concrete.
Nothing grows without splitting apart first.
So let your seams show.
Let your voice crack.
Let your hands tremble.
There is strength in the breaking.
There is power in the piecing back together.
I am not whole.
I am not broken.
I am becoming.
So breathe.
Break open.
Begin again.
And you—
Standing there with your collection of scars,
Your constellation of doubts,
Your river of fears—
You are becoming too.
We are unfinished symphonies,
Paintings still wet with possibility,
Stories adding chapters with every breath.
So breathe.
Break open.
Begin again.