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1. Prayers from the Dark Ages
The dark world has turned its soul from truth.
Men do not cease the waves of bloody wars.
Wisdom is blighted by the thoughtless deeds of youth,
uncertainty is written within fortune's scores.
We ask for answers in the darkest times.
We pray to saints and at times to gods.
But angels only speak to us through signs,
and saints just listen long without response.
Where do we turn when times are getting bleaker?
When all around us leaders commit crimes?
When all our ethics seem to get much weaker
beneath the weight of such dangerous times?
Perhaps our minds should summon the Devine
to elevate our petty beings in such times?
January 17, 2009
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2. You Are More Splendid
You are more splendid then the crimson roses
that bloom within the dark and darling heart.
A noble thought often proposes
to study you as if a work of art.
These poems are sign's of my affection,
the tiny sparks out from a raging fire.
Your eyes are liken to perfection,
your voice is liken to a choir.
It stirs within me love, and restless
I fall before you every moment.
But love that's pure and true and selfless
can't be expressed within a sonnet.
As long as the world spins and beats the heart,
these lovely thoughts will not depart.
January 20, 2009
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3. On Obama's Inauguration
Hope has arrived and skies have opened,
though cold the day, still joy prevails.
For eight long years we have been hoping
this country won't go off the rails.
For eight long years a dangerous thief
controlled our fates and even souls,
the world, as if in disbelief,
watched a sick war without a goal.
The policies were cruel, deranged,
and greed was sickening and obese.
But finally the winds of change
have brought a new era of peace.
May we make most of these four years,
and live in love and without fears.
January 20, 2009
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4. On the Human Soul
The soul at times is stuck in blindness,
blinded by worldly thoughts and lives.
At times I ask, "where is the kindness
that once existed in our eyes?"
The soul is human, it has feelings,
it fails and faults and trembles often.
The soul, though, is beyond our being,
beyond the confines of the coffin.
It lives in realms of outer peace,
has excess to our hearts and mind.
With inner eyes it clearly sees
where hides the love we left behind.
The human mind is bound to being,
but human soul kind and all-seeing.
January 20-21, 2009
5. Patience
Deep within prayer and meditation
I seek to find God within silence.
Within a century of violence
there is so much room made for patience.
Deep within prayers I search for meaning
for the existence of this suffering.
But even though I offer offerings
to mortal souls, my soul is grieving.
Where is the wisdom to this life form,
this somewhat short and brief existence?
When everything could end this instance,
and there'll be nothing left to hide from?
Without deep prayer and meditation
it takes much longer to be patient.
January 23, 2009
6. Winter
My winter came and stayed so long
that even words like "love" had frozen.
The frost had frozen my young song,
a cold so brutal and un-chosen.
And words, once uttered out of love
no longer speak in such cold weather.
Even red flowers are not enough
to spark the love we shared together.
Besieged, oppressed, and tiredly walking
through Brooklyn streets, I make decisions
about my life while angles, talking,
appear as strangers in my vision.
And nothing good or clean or kind
enters the tired and lonesome mind.
7. By The School
By the school, I stood, and smoking
thought about the yellow flowers
growing from the gorgeous tower
named a vase. The city soaking
in a blue and light blue silver
rain fell endlessly above me.
Rain was warm and rain was lovely,
and below me formed a river.
In the river through the courtyard
I swam towards your marble palms,
in the river my young portrait
stood in blue, and looking calm
I saw you, embraced by wind
hair flew agelessly through leafs,
and the years, like tiny thieves
stole the youth from marble skin.
But the heavens did rescind
our youthful and vain sin.
January 28, 2009 |
