In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Tuesday, January 17, 2012
Life in simple times for some~ no matter what happened they were appreciated.
Environment within entitlement to free days and play.
I was a child
who ran up and down
the hills of yesterday and tomorrow.
It was home to sorrow.
Elementary was complimentary to what was held dear.
Others so far removed
from the impossibilities
imposed on a young heart wanting a beginning
from the earliest start.
Contradiction within dialectal conversation.
Without sounds to echo
my need to be needed
to be wanted was another matter
one that was much sadder.
Preservation on the reservation was all I had.
I was the shyest
rarely vying for affection.
I was the one following directions.
Survival became tactical and nearly impractical.
Practicality for morality was the means of getting by.
Lies were put upon a small mind
that was bonded to fateful ties.
I was and am a person
before a little child.
I was hoping for some simplicity
just to stay a little while.
Submitting only to a time
that I defined.
It is how I lived a life.
Faced against the corner, just standing, sitting and waiting
till I got a little older and bolder.
I released my chains
to a higher plane.
Love gave in to sin.
Sunday, January 8, 2012
Join the hands of time as the tides roll and shores float against the horizon. A simple passing of hearts, I remember the times when the legend didn’t die. I recall the history of the passing and how the light of the Heavens shineth down upon us.
The sweet sliver of the crescent moon smiles from the darkest terrain of outer space. The night light of the times brings forth a new era of discoveries within the mind as we fight to live and live to fight another day.
The Earth is just and eloquent against the eve of destitution as men gain riches and women make fertile homes. While the children run in the freedom of the lands that holdest their young souls.
Hath honor in the simplicity of wonder and beseech the gentile hearts of those we have met along the way. Their grace builds upon the gratitude of others and the chain meets unbroken in the winds.
They amongst us who have moved mountains just so the birds’ song could float above us in the notes of yesterday for tomorrow will not be lost in remembrance. However, the clocks will not asunder or give back time and thus the future waits for flight once more.
They proclaim upon the innocent as the wickedness attempts to grab at their very bones. In the yard of contemplation, a longing for the health of sweet, natural and effervescent youth will not die in the hearts of those who live by the words of the wise.
For the ones who have departed, may the spirits gather them once more and recycle them back to guide us in our touristic yearning. As we seek to return to the urns of our tomorrow, live in riches of the present.
The road upon Heaven’s highway is but negligible in our present states of a preoccupied way. For the notion of physical wealth undermines the pure disciple within our beliefs and ethics.
Sometimes it can elevate or round in circles, dependent on the times of the past, present and future. We are three stones away from our perfect forms as the trinity of life protects and messages our mortal selves before the Gates of Heavens. While the hearts of the humane gives us the peace and rest of now and perhaps long before we have reached death.
Is this not legend or have we forgotten all with the clutter of the world’s dilemmas in the minds of the wanderer? Haveth the wounds of our beings become the demise of our inner spaces in the continuum of living?
So against the grain, we are and always been told to rise above it and seek the enrichment of enlightenment of today, tomorrow and yesteryears. They are the purpose of the guide and the tour of our dutiful lives on this planet.