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my first language poem

A faded day

in my head, again

 

I fade.

 

can’t know who

How

i got to here when

i was

Myself.

 

Heart.

 

Centre.

 

No think.

You are what you DO

–you are how to lose

 

For now.

 

All I need is confidence

or My heart is weak

And i pass out

or i don’t think

And i fall from grace.

 

Today i thought was bad

but into my heart,

people are nice.

out of my head

Ain’t so bad.

 

write like this

it’s nice.

 

I love the World.

 

can’t a sentence

Hope to please

And/or water

the Tree of Meaning?

 

could go on forever–

no idiom

 

Never follow me

 

Never follow my

track of letters

marching

in chaos

as i walk two three

and back again

in the chaos of my under-mind

–the one that doesn’t think–

but knows.

 

me before i do.

 

I am

the one who counts

no quantify

are you sing?

don’t pass me by.

 

I do.

but i am

 

i try,

i really do

 

To be the best instinct I can

 

Ego is an IDiot

 

I find ‘to be’ entrapped

by me when I’m sttuck within myself

I see

when ‘me” is disappeared

 

A product of what–

 

Heart?

 

Leave unresolved.

For now.

i am solved

by whomever I am.

Randomly Stabbed in the back of the thigh

I wonder why

she does not call to me instead

All these ghosts in sailboats

are the reason I have cried.

To me, she says “I’m almost there”

but she was always standing there

“Seize him? No reason.”

And so my spirit died.

C- this is a song, not a poem…

…and it’s the BEST THING I’VE EVER WRITTEN.

Welcome to the Forest

Greenman says hello

Greenman says hello

 

See you through the window sitting at the table

Words are wandering about but nothing’s being said

 

I know you think that nothing helps

and the world won’t ever let you off your feet

 

But do you sense

something’s coming

in the distance–

what’s that sound?

suddenly you see

 

suddenly you see

a flash of red across the window

a twinkle in his eye

but just enough to keep you guessing

when you’re stuck inside

 

“What is reality,” you say

racing to the door before

he goes away

running so fast your phone jumps out your pocket

 

see the Piper standing

across the street, demanding

“Drop your salary,

Lose your understanding

of reality

and do not take another step until your feet are bare

and don’t be scared

of the light in my eye.”

 

But these words he does not speak

he is a raven without a beak

and you hear all he has to say

in the music he secretes

the Piper leads you

 

Greenman says hello

 

the piper leads you down the stairs

away from this polluted air

to a place where if your feet are bare

you will not be scared

 

The Piper leads you to a forest

the sound of his enchantment getting louder with each step

and you get deep into the woods,

now you rest

 

He disappears

but you still hear

the many songs of wisdom in your ear

 

Look over there and see a tree

singing its polyphony

telling you that all it sees is magic

 

Now look around and feel the song

with all six of your senses

Where you sit, there are no bad

attitudes, or fences

 

And suddenly, you see

voices all around

it does not scare you, make you ask

What is that sound

 

Civilization

has come and gone

you are in no time

welcome to the Forest.

your mind has crossed the line.

 

Greenman says hello

 

Greenman says “hello,

welcome to the Forest

Do not take another step until your feet are bare

and don’t be scared

of the light in my eye

 

You are gone

 

Now shed your clothes, not your tears

and dive into the river,

it will cleanse you

 

the branches of the bushes

stroke the water’s surface

and you reach up and pick their fruit

when they sing to you, too

 

And when you’re finished in the trees,

lay down and make love to me

beneath the canopy

 

do you see

Do you see that we are blind

to the world outside

this river now will continue to flow

till the end of time

away from this polluted air

you will not be scared

 

Your mind has crossed the line

you have gone away from there

now that both your feet are bare

and you’re not scared

of the light in my eye

 

And then you finally

open your eyes

you were sleeping outside

and now it’s dark, the sun has set

distraught and betrayed, you turn for bed

but across the street, a flash of red

suddenly you see

 

Across the street, the Piper stands

with a lute on his back and a flute in his hands

decked out from cap to toe

in glowing red, with streaks of gold

and shining eyes of crystal

 

The Piper is there, he wasn’t a dream

however fantastical it may seem,

there is a land of reverie

and it’s what you see

when you close your eyes

 

And know that when your feet are bare,

you’ll always see him standing there

you’ll hear his music in the air

and you will not be scared.

I wonder, should we end it here?

 

Greenman says hello…

the Piper leads you…

Greenman says hello…

the piper leads you…

you are gone…

 

Greenman says…I’ll see you soon.

😉

C- Forest Poem three

Fire

Watch

even water cannot wash

the things that bring pollution here

 

Soft

no more, it must be cleansed

all the Forest runs with fear

 

Lost

the mother deer and fawn

a light this bright won’t come till dawn

 

We are dancing

we are cleansing

we are burning, burning down the land

 

We were passive for too long,

and now there comes a sweeping hand

 

We are FLAMES

we are MIGHTY

do not take our presence lightly

 

We are your passion

burning tears

taking away your fear, your fear

 

Blast away all but your love

pouring, soaring high above

 

Guide us gently, guide us soon

or you will be taken too!

C- Forest Poem two

Water

Hopefully you’ll come to me

you’re running free

weave in and out, you’re nurturing

and coming back around to feed yourself again

 

The water here is crystal clear

it is not sharp, is not a spear

it empragnates the land and flows

over, up and down a road

of its own making always waking

up the life it flows and feeds

 

But drowns you when you submerge in

Submerge in her again again

you lose yourself when you come near

the waterfall that sheds a tear

for none who brave its heights, a grave

for those who tempt the water’s might.

C- Forest Poem one

Air

“Drop your mind,”

says the wind

let it whisper,

let it in

never changing

never there

in your hand

but the air

is everywhere

where you stand

40,000 pounds of voices pushing down on your shoulders

invisible voices

speaking solemnly

in whispers of the past

voices leading to a path

in the darkness–

don’t be scared

there is no true pollution

in the air.

C- reverie 4, week 8

Prompt:  p 189   “If there are ‘gorges’ (French = ‘throats’) in the mountains, isn’t it because the wind, long ago, spoke there?” In Bachelard’s understanding of poetry, a “light delirium makes the dreamer of cosmic reverie pass from a human vocabulary to a vocabulary of things.” He admires poetry in which “human and cosmic tonalities reinforce each other.”

Here is an example: “Listening to the trees of the night prepare their tempests, the poet will say: ‘The forest shivers under the caresses of the cristal-fingered delirium..’ That which is electric in the shiver—whether it runs along man’s nerves or along the fibers of the forest—has met a sensitive detector in the poet’s image.  Don’t such images bring us the revelation of a sort of intimate cosmicity?  They unite the outside cosmos with an inside cosmos.  Poetic exaltation—the crystal-handed delirium—makes an intimate forest shiver within us.”

Use this prompt to evoke through a poetic image a light delirium in which your nerves run along the “fibers” of your field study.

Whisper of the myst gives me a kiss from all around

I am standing on the grass, and I hear nothing, not a sound.

And this is what it’s like to be encased in mystery.

I’ve been looking out the window for a while,

I see what’s coming. This is me.

Echo of a voice from far away, guiding day over the land

My spirit shines at the guidance of the crystal in my hand.

When I close my eyes now, I still see

when I defocalize

I see glowing, and my nose

I see through my Spirit Eyes.

Trust me, trust me when I say

That this is nothing yet

The myst around is getting thick

But shadows loom ahead

Everyone knows that this is nowhere

This is life, and this is dead

Just because you close your eyes does not mean that you are blind

Welcome to the Forest.

Your mind has crossed the line.