—The Geography of Tears—
I know not where thou art, nor whence thy breath
re-enters me—yet when thy name is spoken,
my guarded blood, that had outworn its death,
breaks rank, and bears thee through the sluice unbroken;
whilst all the world proceeds, and engines grind,
some secret firmament within me alters,
and tears, more treacherous than the mind,
unseal the place where distance fails and falters;
I seek thee not in roads, nor years that flee,
but where remembrance, stripped of its disguise,
becomes a country having none but thee,
whose borders vanish inward through my eyes—
for absence loses all jurisdiction there,
and thou arrivest where my tears declare.
He dwelled in depths I dared not enter
Satan the landlord; he the renter
He packed his things but left behind
a lidded box he hoped I'd find.
It was not of the Pandora kind.
Curious as to what he'd put inside...
Yes, I was inquisitive enough
to know if its contents had the power
to devour me whole or leave me sour
over the promises he didn't keep...
the vows he broke that made we weep.
He'd stolen my heart and I wanted it back
I the prey, he the hunter.
Sunset descended behind willow trees
before it felt right to open the lid,
for in darkness, he'd left me in sorrow,
grimly haunted by the memories of him.
In stygian shadows is where he often hid.
How fitting the hour of midnight appealed
to me to unseal the box, its cover to lift.
Therein I found his silver wedding band
and felt I should thank him for this final gift.
In the box of dreaded darkness, I found light.
A gift I understood as I held it in my hand.
He the giver, I the receiver.
My rare good brother
Thank God's grace for another
Year aside bother
Candle like cigar
Facilitating this far
Light each shining star
God brought you anew
Of much crying raining dew
Cum glory long view
Into yielding year
Of pleasing grace; seed career
Beyond time unclear
I dedicate all
To the going; smooth-rough's call
May you never fall
Reading your chest box
I only read paradox
Which assumption locks
But how I do feel
Hoping that my praying kneel
Gets barriers unseal
That worries be gone
Be left off sorrow and morn
Like newly Christ born
Happy birthday boy
Celebrate grace and enjoy
Atmospheric joy
Found within the soul
Love awakens to make whole
Which hate can't control
My own precious jewel
Life might be tough and seem cruel
We would be refuel
To stand it and strive
In Him found what life deprive
Of us not to thrive
Sing series of song
Let the weak become so strong
And dream new along
Feed unto your doubt
Out of nothing, a turnout
Of shocking layout
More gracious life's smile
To screen historical mile
More than written file
January is never meant for blue
It is always of pure gold and the pearls
These days, if you wouldn't argue how true
It has done the do, January curls
Forgive January for its merry
Seized up by December's bill payment
And its galore enjoyment, unwary
Toasting eyes of its darling assortment
It was like a mile of thousand gazes
Grievous goodbye's wish, everyday is long
Seems unfortunate like lonely phases
How ideas run in disarray so wrong
December has blessed January rooks
In its entirety of heavenly nooks
Surely, the troubling peace of previous nights
Shall I see no more from February
The class dinner that breakfast deeply benights
Happy to see the best cautionary
Grateful for the opportunity, Sir
Knowing fully what time mean to pretend
Have I to unseal the veil not so blur?
Or get mind accepts to become unbend?
All baggages' swags claim to be of prudence
Young mind; old way home to pickup any
See discordant bail out of innocence
Enforce blinded choice on times so many
Thanks dearly Sir for the closed eyes given
No offense but heal flurry once driven
It's always seems cool to be fair;
If YES isn't going to be a NO,
Before it gets so unaware-
How possible NO could twist YES to grow!
Look for dominance,
Doesn't define relevance
But stages violence.
It's never late to be so real;
If SMILE will not be staged as a fierce FROWN,
Before it lure mind to unseal-
How tricky FROWN could tag SMILE, a clown!
Dominance for look,
Doesn't get good minds on hook
But bluntly pierce shook.
It's ever great to be honest;
If TRUTH can dare lighten up blatant LIE,
Before it paints heart so modest-
How sweetest LIE could jail peaceful TRUTH's tie!
Dominance look for,
Competency to explore
Then turn its mentor.
Behold, My King.
He was standing before the throne.
He considered the one who knew of Him;
Why is my servant being stoned?
He had already told them that his kingdom would come.
They even knew it was in their generation;
Why was he not enthroned already?
Here comes another, standing before his servant.
Stephen, Stephen, Stephen!
The first Martyr.
Should he not suffer, just like the first martyr?
He never rested, but gave the message of the kingdom.
Here comes another!
Why was no one found to unseal the seven seals?
Where was my LORD, if not in the Holy of Holies?
Is he not on His throne already?
Behold the Lamb standing before the throne.
Was he not the one holding the scroll?
Alas, the Seven seals are unsealed.
Where is my king, if not on his throne already?
Behold the Lamb in the midst of the throne.
Behold, My King.
There is something we all have
Inside us, both good and bad
That can cause A splotchy stain
Of despair, sorrow and pain
Revenge and payback can unseal
Things that shouldn't be revealed
Trusted to be locked away
Where it should forever stay
But sometimes anger is the key
To unlock this mystery
Breaking all the faith and trust
Of golden friendships into rust
Or this hidden pinky swear
Is a happy joy affair
Full of laughter and good times
An occasion where you find
Decorations, food and fun
Friends and family have begun
A surprise that will WOW
Shocking someone here and now
With great news so wondrous
A day of love and nothing less
So depending on what's told
Whether it is big and bold
Or amazing and so kind
There will be a place and time
Secrets always find a way
To make or destroy someones day
Sounds of inaudible shadows fleeing for cover
They're on my trail; one path has led to another
The faint noises of their traffic rouse those nearby
Summer's night seems to be serene, but it is a lie
in the middle of the bustle of the busy streets
Let's explore some half-full mumbling retreats
The city's sound is reminiscent of a symphony
In this social junkyard, that might restore dignity
Art implies unseal mind, yet doubt can block them
In this era of polyester, I'm scanning for a gem
However, it's not unusual for words to come freely
Hair spilled shadows, never soaked so deeply
Airy grace of a picture clashes with the evil below
Deep seas are noiseless, and this we know
Art relieves anxiousness and stimulates creativity
When people see you, they may view positivity.
In the shade, I shrivel
in flowering cactus
crafting sloppy verse
below the scraggly
exhausted moon
warm reverberations of love
originating in the Jade Garden
nerves jangling in my true being
the magnificent encounter
of how to melt
this iron reluctance
dreams can feel
most real than actual life
every day as I unseal my eyes.
Written: May 12, 2023
How does one define
great poetry? The best
rhyme in time? A musical
phrase that stays, reverberates
within the catacombs of a Devotee's
celestial sign, lubricating his every thought
as a priest's wine, sipping while he prays,
saturating his blood with the effervescence
of an all loving, redeeming deity; who knows
well His creation's need for affirmation, the urge
to write; so invented He, neat words in sympathy
to both inspire and delight –
Or is great poetry
more antithetical?~ no conscious effort
to unseal, for never prescriptively hermetical –
a sacrilege if sanitized like something
contrived for medically medical; enters the lull
like a masked virus in the night, awakening soundly
sleeping hands to their inherent flight~ a light
clicked on to feverishly, tappingly, divinely compose;
such all powerful driving might, pouring
out of every orifice I suppose: from one's mind,
eyes, lips, punctuating backside and
imperfect often grossly ventilating nose....
Reveal pure heart, our fears conceal
Else forgo love and light
Ego bound by the karmic wheel
Knowing not wrong from right
Flowing in bubbling mirth
Meek will inherit earth
Obviating rebirth
Unseal
Reveal
06-October-2021
Quietus
Can't feel
Get real
No deal
No will
Unseal
Reveal
Heal
Diabolical laughter
coming from the hereafter
I feel absolute fear
As my guide brings me near…
You have some qualms? He asks.
I hand him my flask.
Anything else to reveal?
I watch the door slowly unseal.
I smell barbeque and burning meat.
This dream truly ain’t so sweet.
When I question you,* It is to raise the awareness of your mind,
Because we all are subject to descend to the lower places of life.
When I question you, It is to challenge the thoughts of your heart,
Because we all tend to dwell and sometimes linger in the secret corridors of our hearts.
When I question you,
It is to unseal the conscience of a wounded spirit,
Because human nature will often inflict us with
wounds and imprison our conscience.
May God awaken us all and illumine our dark areas.
122920PS *What a grandfather said to his 20 year old granddaughter
Oh, how I blush, in appeal of your zeal
Enthralled in treasured memories of glee
As words not said, intimately unseal
Verses of love arousing latent plea
In caged lofty dreams, longing to be free
Flirting secretly, letting passions rise
Pulsing my vibes, sensing sensuous highs;
Alas, my youth then, had nary a clue
How to woo your smile, courting doting eyes--
Bashful to tell you, how much I loved you.
August 13, 2020
Placed 1st: Pick-A-Title, Vol 21 - Dizain - Poetry contest
Title chosen: Untold
Sponsor: Edward Ibeh
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