"Poetry"

Poetry,
You sweet succulent deity
You have searched my name
Calling for me in the darkened night
Taking my hand and luring me to your worldly kingdom
I am alive in your spirit
I have taken plight amongst a life
That is glorious and kind
Here is the self
Wrapped up in realization
It stings with pure innocence
It captures in an ultimate understanding
That keeps riding with the horses
It is here that my peace and--
My solitude resides
I am a human here
With the poetic wise
That tingles me into butterflies
But it is a surreal universe
It is my pot of greater knowledge
And I stir endlessly,
Creating concoctions far beyond my capabilities




Poetry,
As the pen connects to my paper from my mind
I can hear all of you now
The minds of many faceless people and places
There is a cause in my step
There is a reason in my tone
To bring a special light to shine
It is not quite clear
But the shapes,
Sizes
And colours are forming
To its own beat it follows
Unraveling a magnificent unicorn before it
And I feel
For the first time I have been touched by something godly
In the realm of mindful mystery
Something is speaking truer than anything I believe
Here it goes
The voice is persistent
Calling me to destiny’s village
It rewards me with language that is far from my grasp
But it comes with a soulful song
That trickles into peace palaces
I am rewarded with a tranquility of words
That finds me in the day
That talks to me in the night


Poetry,
I can’t forget this curse
This wondrous blessing
For it is reminding me of my path
Without you oh sweet messages
I have no passion pursing within my bones
But you
You have come to taint me with assurance
In these words there is empowerment
No doubt
No uncertainty
Just a will to carry a torch
Just a might to continue a plight
For humanity
For the world
And yet for myself
For new beginnings
For closure
And for a desired purpose
This is where it ends
This is where it begins
Now finally
So subtly
And willingly
I dance in my poetic realm




Poetry,
Speak to me dear friend
Your endless waterfall trickles from my hand
I can’t stop the momentum
Its angelic presence is pushing
Keeping me on pursuit
Why do you speak to me?
I feel unworthy to these words
But they come without notice
They enter with shock
How humble I am with the flow
What honour it is to capture the painting
But here I am
Encapsulated with millions of forming words
They take me into a nesting cocoon
That releases me from restraints
And carry’s me through to a metamorphosis’’
It is as surreal as the galaxy
It is as puzzling as the universe
But it all makes sense
It all paints in unison
A butterfly is born
A god is revisited and re-done
A palace is constructed
A message is molding
This is the home of the poetic myth
The circle of the intuiting sun




Poetry,
I feel a hunger
That drives me to feed for you more
Your warm breath encourages
I am asking you to shed my layers
Peel them to endless goodness
I want to be your guiding scriber
Your candidate of hopeful guidance
This is the gift of spiritual awakening
And I am alive in its tranquil being
Why have you come for me?
Why have you entered into my restless world?
You are everything that fills me with peace
Every angle of my being is entrusted
To write the sincerity of the imperfect world,
To make it whole
To make it empowered to be the beauty of our words
To define it once again
To everything it should,
Must,
And could be
Oh poetry
You true magnificent
You are honoured so less than deserved
But I love you
And I feel you
Greater than the loves of before
I am changing within your eyes
I am transforming through your lips
Speak to me in every tongue,
I am listening
I am waiting,
My dear poetry friend.