Wednesday, November 26, 2008

GOD'S WARRIORS
God's warriors I fear them
truly ...because they seem
fearing and fearing God
too Naturally
they know God too well
outside of me
without loving me
preprared to fight
kill for him totally
because death got it right
better than living
they got it right obviously
not the adrogenous spirit
I imagine
relating to everything
and everyoneand me
God's warriors
everybody needs a picture
of love
obviously not me
perhaps God looks like
me..do you know really?
it comes in all forms
that scares God's warriors
love is free to everyone
and so is God..free
and that scares God's warriors
because God needs to look
like them only
maybe God is me
who are they
God's warriors?
God needs to be free
needing to breathe
in freedom
touching everybody
for us all
that scares God's warriors
it's the cream in the coffee
its abit of everything
God's love
just a blank page
truly
that's all God's love is
that's all
not shrouded in secracy
God is free
for everyone
from everybody...incidentlly
I believe in God
love for you and me


THE EDGE
at the edge of the sea
no longer looking of who I am
where I wished to be
about everything
along the edges
waves break openly
where something meets everything
I long to escape....
but it breaks too closely
the edges beween something
and everything
and me an ocean's edge
flowing into something
along the sea....






I sit sheltered under a large umbrella as rain drops into puddles, creating circular movements both large and small forming tiny bubbles popping with each falling moment


QUESTION MARK
WISER DIVIDED
(an honest appraisal)
I think it needs to be like this
wiser divided I say
its easier really
honestly I've been there
except for a mad deluded few
determined to see the madness through
they end up regretting that one too
sometimes...
many end up standing firm
living in each other's blame
excepting the fact that no one is truly
the same
it takes a hard pull
to understand difference
in a world designed
to make easy work better
regretting always
what needed to go
from what needed to be done
landing up in a place
with the same ole thing looking you
square in the face
and hurtful words too
truthfully
I've been there
love is seldom enough
in this mad, mad world
we chose to live in
that is an honest appraisal
wiser divided I say
romantics call me pessimistic
I call it being real
about a world I live in
I know
I've been there


MY HUMANITY
I'm thinking of a different time
one that has not come yet
a new circumstance
for both you and I
man and child
friend
beyond these petty plays
of mice and men
I long for that day
to exist with full equality
meeting your soul with mine
and walk with each in dignity
where difference matter's no more
for us
both man and child
friend
I long to meet this other half
for us
to complete our humanity
for a wholeness of me

A coin spinning on its edge, not knowing which way to land. Two sides of the same coin spinning endlessly....
rain drops into a puddle as it seeps into an ocean

NB: Of Mice and Men is a novella written by John Steinbeck. It tells the tragic story of George Milton and Lennie Small, two displaced migrant ranchworkers in Great Depression-era California.The title is taken from Robert Burns's poem, To a Mouse, which is often quoted as: "The best-laid plans of mice and men/often go awry,"







AN ANGEL TOOK HIS PLACE
how sweet you are and good to know

I think I know alittle bit
I felt so frail and sad in heart
but glad to know you there
how fortunate to those like me
who wait upon your grace
I know there must be more like me
who hope to gimpse your gentle face
you are so kind and good to know
while i walk upon a scurried pace...
though hell has shown me devils more
an angel took his place


AFTER THE RAIN
if I could tell you of a world
of our place in the Sun
and me and them
always them against you and us
them and me
you might understand
why none of this really matters
maybe it's a weakness
admitting I don't know
everybody is looking for someone
I believe I've found you
it is better to lose a Kingdom
inorder to gain one
where true democracy
and equality exists
within the wholeness
of the human potential
I wish I could build a ladder
to climb out of the world
I'd carry you with me
but I must now face the world
perhaps as I must face you
Ghandi spun his wheel toward the sun
to meet equality
your world is a contrivance of difference
love is the key that unlocks the door
to something...
peace I hope
it is good to believe this always
to search for this always
your light is from the sun
springing hope after a rain
from darkness...
you are so beautiful

A FIELD OF MARIGOLD
hold soft my lips as I sow words
around a golden shield
to labour heart toward the sun
within a brambled field
where poppies lick the marigold
tasting sweet upon the tongue
no longer lashing weary backs
as ploughs cut deep and long
hands wipe the sweat off furrowed brow
with a wool cloth knitted strong
and sullen moods make gladful cheer
in the waking of the dawn
the harvest yields a wealth in spring
from seeds that have been sown
amoungst a healthy flowered crop
wild weeds left overgrown
with petal n' stem standing tall
to shine its colour bold
fragranted with the scent of love
in a field of marigold



A WOMAN'S PLACE
I'm no great feminist

finding myself always
pandering to the whims of men
I now know
a woman has her place
not centred in contrived images
of self denial
nor submissive to a larger order
in some lesser role
she must strive to meet herself
fully
search out to discover her
completely
own herself
mind, and soul body
it is important for her survival
away from a brutality
of a sold body
stopping an unfettered claim
it is important she knows herself well
confidently
to put herself where she needs to be
totally discovering her place
sexually, emotionally, spiritually,
interlectually, physically...
whole and complete
she cannnot be denied any longer
of her place in the Universe

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