A Poet's Voice Xv

Part One The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry. My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty. Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct the stranger through the dark. I do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.

A Few Words

A few words Could bring more than a sound Touch the ears turn wry to golden smile or sharper than a glass to cut into pieces Misunderstanding, Winding up a road between us Separating emotions out of mind from the case Would be wrong to let ego reign the grace How ignorant sometimes heart could be?

Alone But Not Lonely

Alone but not lonely Broke yet not poor Down, yet not out Smiling, but not laughing Blessed yet not enriched Hurting though not pained Hearing but not heard Risen yet not rising Old but not elderly

Crocodile's Toothache

Oh the Crocodile Went to the dentist And sat down in the chair, And the dentist said, 'Now tell me, sir, Why does it hurt and where?' And the Crocodile said, 'I'll tell you the truth. I have a terrible ache in my tooth.' And he opened his jaws so wide, so wide, That the dentist he climbed right inside, And the dentist laughed, 'Oh, isn't this fun?'

Love Is In My Thought

Love is blind Love is eyed Love is sweet Love is bitter Love is care Love is hesitation Love is bare Love is dare Love is peace Love is violent

In The Sea On The Whale

In the sea on the whale The fishermen threw a pike, The whale: I am harmless while You are hurting me deadly deep, The fishermen: We wanna hurt you We need food, oil and other material Finding no more ways we gonna kill you Just now killings of you are very essential, The whale: Who'll help you in lonely ocean? Who will keep you safe from the hungry waves?

Life Just Knocks Me Down

Some days I feel that 'life' just knocks me down, Those harsh words said, your sharpness and your frown, Remembering these things, what is the answer - how Can I shake off those hurting actions now, With each one forever chipping at my soul, Sending me deep into this consuming hole That I have carved into my life, when you Departed for some other avenue. I face this question with each day I greet,

The Last Drop

Oh! Where’s it for our crops? We need the river water drops. Where’s it for our thirst to clear? Where are the tears, are they near? Oh no! It doesn’t fit, Our little river has become a pit. Oh! We would lose our corn Then what would we do just mourn?

They Say Dreams Never Do Come True.

They say dreams never do come true.. But they are wrong, I say they do I dream of violence, I dream of hurt I dream of children, they live in dirt I dream of you, I dream of me I dream of how this was never meant to be I dream of my feelings, I dream of my thoughts I dream of these things, I dream of them lots I dream of my loved ones, I dream of the dead I dream of these thoughts, exploding my head

Getting Back Up

Life is a bright, long star boulevard, Where you get good, when you work hard. But Life is not a fantasy, or just a love that's shared between thee' It's a battlefield of broken goals, A purple sky with empty souls. The city streets with littered trash, the wild fire left with ash.

Wild With All Regrets

(Another version of "A Terre".) To Siegfried Sassoon My arms have mutinied against me -- brutes! My fingers fidget like ten idle brats, My back's been stiff for hours, damned hours. Death never gives his squad a Stand-at-ease. I can't read. There: it's no use. Take your book.

A Higher Being

If you believe in a higher being And you know he sees it all You go forward wth a confidence Whether you rise or fall If you believe that every lifetime Is to learn and help you grow The evolution of each person The higher being comes to know

A Terre (Being The Philosophy Of Many Soldiers)

Sit on the bed. I'm blind, and three parts shell. Be careful; can't shake hands now; never shall. Both arms have mutinied against me,-brutes. My fingers fidget like ten idle brats. I tried to peg out soldierly,-no use! One dies of war like any old disease. This bandage feels like pennies on my eyes. I have my medals?-Discs to make eyes close. My glorious ribbons?-Ripped from my own back

Innocence Regained

I was visibly moved and perturbed Out of gear completely and disturbed Mind so much occupied and probed, Hair straight up as if not combed, The moment childhood was over Innocence and good smile lost the cover Fight for survival and supremacy gained, All sort of indecency settled in mind and regained

Lonesome Heart

The mighty oak I see outside It's roots are deep and long It will live a hundred years And bend when winds are strong I sometimes feel I can't go on Losing you is hurting me I sometimes wish late at night I had the strength of that old tree

Album

My father is dead. I who am look at him who is not, as once he went looking for me in the woman who was. There are pictures of the two of them, no need of a third, hand in hand, hearts willing

A Thing Of Beauty

Staring at nothing in a dreamy distrait when she started humming her mesmerizing lilt how many hearts went distraught? Her eyes like deep ocean blues treasure how many lovely clues wooing many a craving beau. When she laughed in rejoice

Love -Bomb

Man has divided mankind on caste, colour, region and religion. Excoriation does not reveal any distinction, physicality is only one, one heavenly source provides us inspiration. One life manifests in all, all creatures on the earth

Be Gentle With Words

Anger is directly proportional to the opponent Yes it’s true we fight with the feeble Today I saw this man shout and curse I have known him for years, he is a rat Only can speak behind peoples back His gestures now is forever worse Why can’t people control anger when put to test Hurting words, that you can never reverse

Fake Smile

They ask me what's wrong I say I'm OK I don't want them to worry Tomorrow is another day Happy it may not be I'll wear a fake smile They will know something is wrong If they don't see me in awhile Maybe someone I should tell I'm just hurting