moments

 

moments

I don’t believe in poems
I believe in people
People who must

Reinvent themselves
Every day, to keep up
With the future

The future arrives each day
At every hour
With every change

Change is the information
We breathe, the life of the times
For sure, always, certainly, I bet!

I don’t believe in pleasure
I believe in moments
Terrifying, eventful, moments

That transform consciousness
And change perception
Points of reference are mutable

The selected poems of our lives
Are these moments right there
Are these moments right here

Relationships are the
Catalysts that made moments
Special, memorable, unforgettable.
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Promises of Earth

There is no freezing eternity
Not time, not my picture, not video
Nothing can capture who I was

Though I bid you farewell
In a thousand soft loving poems
Thine, in my heart, lived
Where the soul dwelled
That soul that brought dreams alive

Not of my own volition
But for my love of you
That is the weather-beaten

Secret of the human heart
That the sun beams a thousand times
On our years of mirth and toil
To labour was simply another
Way of exercising love

For the world and those dearly possessed
For a few weeks, a few key interactions
That shall this be true, that

All good things come to an end
Should now love more, that once was lesse
All Elegies to their doom must last
In the rest of the moment’s embrace
That is where I left my soul

That is where I left my body
That is the favourite moment
Of such an ordinary heart

The purgatory where my life-force
Rushesth violently in melodious promising retorne.

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Sugar is a Necessary Prey

Hourly the lamp headed-nymphs Whisper to me through The lily root of my subconscious There is little shelter From the flutes of language Fish-mouthed mantras of poetry They flame in me frog-hoped The reebit of time’s fugitive Unfaithfulness to the …

Early Morning Dew

Unto the Ecstasy of peaks!
I would for rapture subdue
The universe would find
Echoes of transport in me

For a diagram of invisibility
For pure light upon my brow
After a hundred years of seeking
Immobile lifted in peace

I would dropped from memory
Recollect the soul’s own way
From winds of summer fields
To triumphant range of stars

Unto the ecstasy of peaks
The elder dead and future born
Communicate, through words
That convey the signing delight

Of things where Buds do belong
Smiling, stooping, plucking, serving
Unto the ecstasy of unknown peaks
And subtle mysteries of early morning light.

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Love is Embodiment in its highest dimension

I live to feel the greatest joys
Any lifetime spent without knowing
The bliss of meditation, the purity

Of immersion with the light-body
Is not my destiny, my overwhelming
Birth right, I am matter ennobled

By the nourishing ray, the enlightened spark
I live to feel the breath of love
On my lips, feel it heave in my lungs

Not a reckless love, or a selfish note
But I want to die to self-interest
On the threshold of service

Giving back to the world that gave me
The cause to love God, the divine in us
The love that proceeds to do the highest good

For which I am capable, the wick
Of the flame of all that is bestowed
By some grace that gives and allows
Us a few years on this Planet, humble.

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