Dusk To Dawn – Awakening The Soul - Poem by Roger Velli
Dusk - I
We vilify our villains and our poets
With gargantuan eyes and smiles
Simply the way the mirror sees in us
Whetting teeth and frothing mouths
Like wolfs at the sight of sheep
They are in us all in mosaic
A thousand more than we reflect
Our pasted faces baked in form through time
In the ovens of our existence
Sometimes cracking and chipping to breath
Those potter’s hands squeezed
And laid in disguise
Recognizable to self and creator alone
Dawn – I
The day breaks in rested minds
Like a guitar string plucked
Resonating in accord with self
Melodies far gone like ripples on lake
Infinite in its space and time
Slips like eel in memories lanes
Never held for a ascertained moment
Barely felt and with the fleeting mind
Dusk – II
The darkness of primitive times
Has crept into ours days end
We have traveled long to rest
On these impermanences
The brave have fled to their taverns
Like pilgrimage to our ancestral home
And indulged the altered state
While the weak in us tremble
With our ornate cups of caffeine
The hard beds soften our battles
In our gradual sleep
Dawn – II
Clairvoyant and emerging flower
Slanted rays of the sun reflect
Its beauty enhanced from source
Dangle in the perilous landscape of our minds
We delight like the birds and the bees
And tease them with a desire
Pollens and all we deposit
The couriers of the nature’s run
Then we relinquish our battles in ritual frays
Dusk – III
Everything owned is a burden
Debt delivered to reconcile
We shed our armors and suites
To naked form in preparation for sleep
Limp, our bodies hang like wet cloth
In our dank cellars of happiness
Like moss on dilapidated wood
Parasite in pursuit of pleasures
Plunge and thrust to deep crevasses
In search of the essence of existence
Love that we bought is quantities large
We consume with hands and mouth
Feasting the ungodly body to flesh
Dawn – III
What provokes your hearts tender reflections?
What tantalizes your soul at moment of despair?
Have you seen the unperturbed eyes of wisdom?
Who wanders in your agitated souls,
with our many gods,
spoken with many tongues,
maim with our scriptures and swords,
branded our righteous truths,
like burning torch in torrential pour-
mesmerized by its flickering flame?
Who tramples the flower, the child in us-
censors our thoughts to sterile grounds,
stifles our memories with rituals and chants,
and bounds us to perpetual chains?
Who has in your slumber whispered,
And shattered your little truths?
Dusk – IV
In slots we slide our tokens of humanity
We have seen it before in primordial times
Perspire in blood and conceal our wounds
With cheap perfume and cosmetic talk
We have slogged on these infertile fields
Sowed our oats to its yapping wounds
We walked these golden fields hundred times
Fettered to the oak like burden from step to step
And marred and scared its silt with ravenous want
Dawn – IV
In the placidity of nature’s tranquility,
our minds repose to the lull of the awakening
Stoic in our mind’s eye the illuminating glow
Reveals the boundless possibilities
Retrospect in our meditative melancholy
Unison with the living earth our body and mind
We rest our unburdens souls and
elate in subliminal exuberance.
Magnitudes of humanity spawn like locust
In our barren lands
Armed with our prodigal acts
Our laws and reasons like the undulating land
Succumbs the best of our minds
Our penury reflected in our grandeur and vaunted state
We have consumed in plenteous amounts
And lay waste to the unyielding mother earth
To our brethren we ration the scant surplus
And force them to shanty towns.
Raise me to the moment of the flower -
in burst of bloom.
In the dawn of my lovers’ awakening soul.
Sway me to her soul’s sweetest desire,
like a leaf that tenderly cradles the flower.
Make a silent word spoken sweetly -
in my lover’s quivering lips.
In the throbbing moment of my lover’s passion.
Cajole me to her body’s tender needs,
like a song that emanates in a lover moan.
Crave me a spot on the on the secluded shores -
in the battered barren rocks.
In the dusk of my lovers’ journeys end.
Bare me to her heart’s hardest battles,
like a anchor that holds the eternity still.
I walk these shores of solitude,
and trace the steps of lovers lost,
a pebble honed in time’s crucible,
that hides the scares of love intact.
Multitudes strewn like frozen tears,
glitter to sun in consummate thirst,
and love like stone burnished with time.
Like a story told in ageless time,
the wanders heart always enshrined,
in the shores of time -
That laughs at the fleeting waves
And rejoices in its return.
Tears in torrent floods the barren soul,
and flutters the wings of flight in ecstasy.
The reverberating beats of hearts in unison -
Flesh that pulsates in a ritual dance,
in a tidal flows of loves delight.
Tears the body weeps in sweat,
to the sweet pain of pleasure.
The tantalizing touch of fingers moans,
music in instruments so finely craved.
In its subtle repertoire,
the melodies of humanity realized.
Touch that infuses life like spring,
rushes like waves of desire.
Her skin like white sand soft,
grasped in copious amount the taut hips,
and feast in the sensations of silk against skin,
Bury my face in its undulating folds
And rest in the final act of love.
The spattered faces of children
glare their intent, like unwanted laughter.
I owe them my misguided learning,
my enlightenments, my gods -
And they – the remnants of my feast.
My plump and overfed self weighs,
drunken with pity, on privileged idealism.
Their numbers on paper I have seen
in my impoverished soul,
My gluttonous want ceased for a moment,
I break and stare with sunken eyes -
I like them famished, in a different way.
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