The star that shines in the secrets sites of life,
As dark as night or the way to the ruthless grave -
Sewn within the soul of a bothered alien peasant man
Strolling the nights like knights heart-driven to save.
I looked at her as she at me.
I blushed alone and looked away.
For a second there the world was still;
That stagnant flair for the moment's thrill.
Imagine the protracted wait of the big thing,
Time passes and I'm over-weighed by the unseen burden;
Dictionary limitation making me seem unwise,
But too much wisdom vanishes un-discharged.
WHEN IT ALL FAILS.
POISONOUS PALLETS AND POWDERS HAD FAILED,
PRAYERS WERE AS VAIN AS WISHES WERE DEAD,
I AM PART OF THE UNIVERSE
THAT BURNS THE SOUL OF MAN
WITH FIRE SO INTENSELY FRIGID - COLD,
A HEARTLESS GENERATION THAT IS DELIGHTED
In the dawn of day,
Staggering off a slight drunken haze,
I saw the hand of death beckon me
Into a journey which no man ever returned;
MY GHOST ERECTED ABOVE THE MOTHERLY PLATTER,
WITH MY SHADOW CAST TO THE WAYSIDE SO I'D SEE,
AND EXAMINED THROUGH FOR SIGNS OF EXISTENCE THEREIN
UNDER THE SHADE OF AN AFRICAN FIRMAMENT; BLUE,
Some of the waters over the soils -
Sour as tears seldom seen
Guttering from weeping's never heard,
They tell a story that's clandestine.
Mother! please come look and see.
Look what treasure I have found in the dirt:
A clay-pot filled with stars of gold
I'll wait for day to go sell it far.