Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
......
You're in this dream of cotton plants.
You raise a hoe, swing, and the first weeds
Fall with a sigh. You take another step,
Chop, and the sigh comes again,
Until you yourself are breathing that way
With each step, a sigh that will follow you into town.
That's hours later. The sun is a red blister
Coming up in your palm. Your back is strong,
Young, not yet the broken chair
......
I
We who with songs beguile your pilgrimage
And swear that Beauty lives though lilies die,
We Poets of the proud old lineage
Who sing to find your hearts, we know not why, -
What shall we tell you? Tales, marvellous tales
Of ships and stars and isles where good men rest,
Where nevermore the rose of sunset pales,
And winds and shadows fall towards the West:
......
If I should die, think only this of me:
That there's some corner of a foreign field
That is for ever England. There shall be
In that rich earth a richer dust concealed;
A dust whom England bore, shaped, made aware,
Gave, once, her flowers to love, her ways to roam,
A body of England's, breathing English air,
Washed by the rivers, blest by suns of home.
And think, this heart, all evil shed away,
......
Tiger Christ unsheathed his sword,
Threw it down, became a lamb.
Swift spat upon the species, but
Took two women to his heart.
Samson who was strong as death
Paid his strength to kiss a slut.
Othello that stiff warrior
Was broken by a woman's heart.
Troy burned for a sea-tax, also for
Possession of a charming whore.
......
Sitting under the magnolia tree in late summer
The sky is a luminous crackle of varnish on an ancient vase.
I am staring up, staring through a creature’s veins,
innumerable shades of verdant gold
sap rushing into and out of cells,
botanical respiration humming
on just the other side
of sight and sound.
The tree says nothing
and I say nothing.
......
Deep within the silence of my soul is a light
that accompany me through the darkness bright
like a flame balancing in the shadow of time
I have to complete my goal and take what is mine
I will not curse the darkness but will seek to forgive
that their time be extended from what they give
I will always be faithful to nature for what it bring
......
Such beauty is hidden it is not meant for the human eye for seeing.
It is a treasure to pirates that they will never find.
Such beauty that unravels the truth in man, it passes with the wind.
Not so strong but fragile in eternity. Your cells will feel it
passing through like medicine for curing heart infections.
It is so dear that every soul yearns for it, some minds think it’s
gained after war, some minds think it’s gained after success or equality
has been discovered in all trades of inefficiency, but where it is thought
to be gained comes with ones perception of it. And maybe,
just maybe you’ll touch it. Touch it with your heart when love has whelmed it,
......
The sound of a peal of thunder.
The pounding train tracks feeling of the ground.
Euphoria taking over me.
Just like a soulful moment at sea.
All the disturbances in me are soon fallen,
......
Peace and sadness have similar effects on the body,
But the meaning is vastly different.
A calm, weightless chest
Compared to a thoughtless, numb heartbeat.
A mind free from worry
Compared to protection, a split between mind and body.
Between thought and reality.
A cry of understanding,
Beauty found on earth.
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