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What is behind ?
So many who wear masks, behind which to hide ?
So many who wear a veneer, upon which to ride ?
So many who wear a veil, behind which to slide
beyond their true, sober, reality ?,
beyond their hidden personality ?
One has to wonder ?,
what lies asunder
in the mind
of man kind.
B. J. “A” 2
February 26th 2013
Strange how the germ of an idea,
expressed today,
would materialize,
in a poem
written some five years,
one month, six days apart
Growth of a Mask
A Wake
This, my mask of death – for a funeral pyre -
for the burning love I have for you – for my desire.
This mask, I grow to hide ( to grieve behind ) my tears-
absorb them all, as well as all my fears.
( in grief for my love – stillborn – lost in your womb )
as I dance, with hope, on the grave of that beautiful flame
trying to give it life – keep it growing, clowing
while you are dancing around it, knowing,
as a whirlwind, you can extinguish it – a game ?
In time’s passing – I do believe – I will be just a name
as time, experiences become history, time keeps on going
on and on and on towards an end – showing
me that this is fate for this friend, memories stowing.
In retrospect, this may be my motivation for a beard,
behind which I may hide all that I had feared
B. J. “A” 2
January 20th 2008
A-pparent pleasure is felt,
R-apture is here to stay;
A-ll of the good greetings
C-ome into your way.
E-asy to understand,
L-et your birth bring much mirth,
I-'ll see the beautiful morn, breaking between heaven and earth.
D-ay twenty-seven in July,
E-cstasy ends the night;
L-onely evening has passed,
A-s the sun is shining bright.
P-erfect pleasure is realized,
E-ndless gladness and joy jell;
N-ew day has just broken,
A-llowing you to do well.
M-anifest to the mind
A-ll of the wishes are clear;
R-ecognized by the heart,
Q-uesting not to disappear.
U-sing your eyes to behold
E-arly light brightens the future;
Z-one of mist is swept by the dawn to share apparent pleasure.
From without.
The din of the splattering rain
On the cantankerous tin roof!
(Raindrops keep falling on my head!)
The wind whistles
Through the Aeolian Harp
Of the gaunt ribcage of the hovel
While yellowed ivories chatter in cadence!
The cold numbs and rattles
The apology of the image of God!
God's image!
The tortuous length of the serpentine coils
Wriggle with a life of their own.
The cavern of the belly resounds with protest
As the familiar guest called Hunger
Comes uninvited
To howl in unrequited appeasement!
The mind is numb
With the bleakness of tomorrow.
Will the fires of the hearth
Quench the raging fires
From within?
Form:
The wordsmith’s art is a game of chance,
Where meanings dance and ideas trance.
A deft hand wields the pen with grace
A subtle symphony, a nimble chase.
From arcane whispers, and secrets told,
To audacious strokes, both bold and old.
An amiable muse, with a gentle heart,
Inspiring words that tear apart.
A clandestine plot, a cunning scheme,
With boisterous laughs and jovial gleam.
Words ebb and flow, a vibrant tide,
Capricious, and whimsical, they cannot hide.
Some dance with flair, with eloquent might,
While others fade, ephemeral in the light.
An egregious error, a poignant plea,
An insidious plot, a symphony.
We seek the luminous, the serendipitous find,
A moment of joy, to soothe the mind.
With cunning wit and a sly remark,
A raucous laugh, a playful spark.
Through boisterous humdingers, and shenanigans,
A wistful sigh, or a sweet, mawkish stance.
The playwright’s art, a dance so grand,
A poignant twist, with a skilful hand.
Let us savour this exquisite game,
Where words intertwine, an artful flame.
So open your heart, let language soar,
The play of words, forever!
The tide is strong, and the waves are crashing in abruptly.
The wind is blowing fiercely, and the rain is coming down.
A sailor's boat with a wooden paddle, and no life jacket on it rocks back, and forth at the dock.
All alone,and in despair standing for the righteous people.
Not a kind, and trustworthy person around to deliver one from destruction, and evildoers.
A loud cry for help, tears of misery, and why is there a reason to live.
Sadness is raging deep inside.
Happiness is seeping in the sand, being washed away, and drowning at sea.
Love awaits trial to be set free from slavery.
Pain, and loneliness while being held in captivity.
Hatred from the enemy bruised the body physically leaving scars, but brainwashing did not conquer the intelligent mind mentally.
Mental is not a status, or being, nor is the mind gone.
One has worn shackles, and chains in, and out of the prison.
Labeled guilty fo no reason.
Innocence being provoked by the enemy.
God will rule self defense in one's favor no matter what the judge says, or does , and the lies of the enemy will fall.
A war is fought within the U.S., and foreign countries.
A scarce land where the harvest is spoiled, and leftovers are rare.
One struggles to make something of his, or herself.
Will the trials, and tribulations of this world sink, or float to shore?
Will sweet fairy tales, or dreams become a reality?
One prays to God for an answer seeking wisdom, peace, and riches.
A loud voice spoke, and said be still, and everything was calm.
God appeared in the blue, bright, and sunny sky.
God said,"it is going to be alright my child."" I am here to lead you, and guide you out of bondage.""Now claim victory over the enemy, and sail away to the beautiful promiseland where everything is genuine, full of life, and not death, free of sin, and no poverty."
The promiseland is where you can be yourself, and be blessed.
At the heart of the storm is God's unconditional love, and mighty power.
Feelings of a lost hope, and cause vanished.
The courageous, and determined soul sailed away to the promiseland on the sailor's boat.
A joyous escape to freedom, and the battle is won.
No turning back to that old way of life, and place only to do God's will in the promiseland.
God will answer the prayers of a righteous man, or woman that will do his will.
No rising fiery ball only thunder
Such the wonder
On this Mother’s Day
Does anyone know what to say?
Rain is starting to fall
Sending a message to stand tall
Since life joys just hit the wall
Dropping dripping hints to make a special call
Tears from Mother’s grand and great
Observing the children needs to get things straight
Crying lightened up then stopped
Despite the ocean waves still having a chop
Giving way to grey skies
Stormy situation moving on from its lies
Siblings can see in the distance
Still having enthusiastic persistence
Developing fog
Keeping a peaceful jog
Blurring thoughts
Debating whose fault
Soon there is a bright ray
Stating there is a path way
That can be taken
If one stops boasting and faking
Warmth feelings grow strong
After admitting the innocent wrong
Magically a colorful rainbow appear
Ending all fear
Time to address the mess
Simply seeing Mommy and confess
Waiting for the response
Fulfilling the wants
Coming from the heart in the chest
“It’s all right, you are still my best”
This is the true pot of gold
Filled with wisdom that is not cold
Tomorrow the forecast is fine
No longer issues plaguing the mind
A nice talk with Mommy who had the time
Never wording ‘I have to decline’
It is Mommy who really cares
Using her magical emotional stare
To state a forecast
After leaving problems in the past
“Good morning honey,
Today is going to be bright and sunny”
Know who you are
Know what to doing
Know the right thing to doing
Determine where you are going
Focus on your doing
Your future is in your hand
Never swallow your word
Trust only yourself
People promise and fail
Believe in them not
Encapsulate to them your difficulty
They wretch whit you beyond your imagination
Encroach upon your time,your way,your day and our life
By telling you to come back latter
Deride you when you left
Never swallow thy word
Go back on your not thus
You are the master of your will
Make no allay of your will
Grope of what you see so high
The bliss of your future so high
Never swallow word
The mind of the people so rest
On the leader they elect
For the fact they trust with their heart
Those are the political elite
Who avowed for the public their agenda and their right
Scheming the country economy the peoples right
Hoarding the country economy aboard
Impoverished brothers and sister in home land
Swallow the oath they made to their land
Boosting the economy of white land
With their **** at home their head aboard
They let their will to govern them
With the selfish interest they have
Never swallow your word
You that are congenial with them
In a way or the other
Promise and never fulfil
And restricted your rightful did
You have swallowed you word
Never swallow your word
Form:
When wands of beauty spell the core of heart
a rapture gasped and pounded into me
my vision I long to capture in art
with hands of poetry dipped into glee.
When music flows through the chambers of mind
no sounds heard but steps of the soul in trance
as a glow of joy through the soul would glide
the self whirls and twirls in a divine dance.
When smitten with supernal sensations
mysteries, you seek to perceive and frame
taste sweet pains to reach higher dimensions
the soul is deeply moved by light and flame.
Ever, the heart fill and the mind inspire
With abiding thirst, to quench and admire.
April 24th, 2019
I wish to lie where orchids dream
In shade of trees beside a stream,
Where petals turn to velvet light
And hide away from coming night.
The grass is smooth beneath my head,
A verdant green and quiet bed;
I hear the water softly speak
Against the wrinkles of my cheek.
I watch the clouds slowly drift by
Gazing at the placid blue sky,
With din of cities far away,
Signalling a calm peaceful day.
Eyes half closed, I breathe in and out,
With the mind cool and clear from doubt,
Free from thoughts, turning round and round,
Aligned with the quiet surround.
In the depth of my inner self
I glean a light within myself,
Kindling comely orchids in bloom,
Dispelling darkness of life`s gloom.
I find a peace I cannot name
With the light of an inner flame,
With simple breath and quiet ground
Where only grace is to be found.
I lie long hours gazing within,
Amidst flowers calling me in,
With a bunch of lovely daisies
That ring my bliss with their beauties.
As I fully open my eyes
I can view the orchids arise,
For here the breeze is sweet and still
Upon the slope of a low hill.
In hidden spots where shadows play,
The silent orchids dream away;
Kissed by the sweetish soft sunlight,
Their petals open in delight.
With the sway of light gentle breeze
They softly dream of climbing trees,
Their roots reaching the deep, dark soil
And twisting tight in tranquil coil.
They don`t dream of the golden sun,
Nor with butterflies to have fun,
But vision bees kiss their pollen
And in sweet love, with them fall in.
Such bliss pervades my shining soul,
Where daisies dream, free to unroll,
That I wish not to quit this place
For any other sparkling space.
It was very unpleasant.
But also, enriching and full of teachings.
It requires patience to allow healing.
"What doesn't kill us makes us stronger."
The fever was intense
took the virus and me to the limit.
The body weakened, just wanted to rest.
The Cells entered the battlefield.
The mind I can't understand
gave the body space.
Surrender was the only way.
Trust the body, it is wise.
Extreme situations
lead us to deeper teachings.
Pain teaches us who we are.
Look for life lessons in the process.
Maybe, I should slow down.
Don't take life for granted.
Pay attention to your senses.
Take better care of my body.
Let others help you.
Above all;
I remember that I'm not the one in control.
There is a superior force
that will determine the result.
I asked for help and trust.
God does not give you more
than what you can't bear.
Grateful, for the Challenge!