THE WHISPERING SOUL

My soul that whispers
Whispers…………….
In silent syllables
Like a poem or rain

The moon of my soul whispers
It whispers…………..
for knowledge that runs deep
still like a deep pond
that puts all else to sleep!
And when this moon whispers
It whispers………….
Through the night.

A secret morning is my soul
That whispers through
The night to me
What shall be the brew
For my soul to reach the state to be

What is closer to me
Than this hidden magic
Deeper, more silent, more tragic
And when all that is living
Shall taste of death
And sweet verses and singing
Shall leave the breath
Where shall you be my soul !
And what shall be your ultimate role !

You who are drunk
With the game of life
Shall be sober one day
And your mug of booze shall go away
And who was the puppet and the puppeteer
Who shall say !
My soul before the end
In verse it’s your due to play

CHOICE

All these living things

I see!

All these knots

of energy!

The bird that

Spreads its wings

And the buzzing bee,

The virgin girl with her things

And the prostitute at tea,

Not one chose to be

The substance that they be!

From the eternity

Behind their birth

Did they come!

With laughter and with mirth

Lacking in knowledge and in girth

Steadily do they walk

To an eternity and a destiny

Where their bodies

Are filled with earth!

All these little souls

Covered with substance!

Playing a game with each other

Playing a game without a goal

And the little distance

That they cover

Makes them feel they’re the power

The giver of death and life

What choice of his

To be born a man!

He may choose to be a millipede if he can!

But each feel

In death their damned

Was the choice theirs?

Or was it part of a greater plan!

The Other Side

What exists there
where vision cannot see
what existed before
where memory cannot be
what was I, what was me?

Silently I try to peek
to the other side
where death so does seek
to one day take me
I know there will be peace
and the little tremors
of soul will decease
silent, steady like a still pond
will my soul be

There the moon will not walk
like a law in second gear
and death will not stalk
every little child's fear
and the rain will not pour
like the heavens weaving tears
No! There will be peace.

For the heavens did turn!
And I existed.
So shall they turn again
And surely shall I go
To God! The other side!
and gardens.................
where the rivers flow.

Nature Has a Soul

When the moon shines
in the night
and the bat
comes out to flight
or the dew
sparkles bright
reflecting the light
of the sun
does one
not feel
that nature has a soul!

When soldiers go out to fight
and mighty nations show their might
and death doesn't bring fright
anymore
or
when the saint stills time
and when hours, minutes, seconds drop
to the rhyme
of his inner being
or
seeing a million creatures worship
a beautiful rythm in nature
does one
not feel
that nature has a soul!

The Tao and Me

When
The silent wind…
Of my soul
Uttered a scream
I wondered why ?

So deep, so deep
Is the scream
It seems my body is
In a dream
And every second, every thought
Is like a moon beam
Trying to bring light to darkness!

This world
It spins and turns
An invisible hand burns
It churns and churns
A thousand destinies !

I wish I knew
The tao to live!
To love eternity
But yet to give …
To time!

And the silent chime
Of my soul
Echoes the sublime
Destiny’s final goal
To bring me back to him
And back to my soul!

But how shall I live?
Knowing that time too…
Demands from me
A thousand things!
And although death may bring…
Peace!
And the hours shall steadily
Decease!
I surely have work to do!

Che

The thunder of the drums
beat thru the jungle of choice!
I see a fire in your eyes
that tells me that death was a melody
but here, now just a dreadful noise!



Revolution
was an evolution
of all the pain that you saw
of all the pain that burned through
history's thumping heart
The history of your people.........
The history of you !



The solution
to this pollution
and the weary hunger of your people
must have left a question burning deep
a question that was tatooed to your soul
and an answer...........
until this is over I will never sleep!



You have slept now, my friend
not a choice of yours !
but of the turning heavens.
and your nature is a moon
in the hands of destiny as she unfolds
the tao of humanity

The Arriving Hour !

Announce the fire !
I see an inferno burning
the trees and the skies !
Even human skin and thought
have become ashes...................


Only the iron scales of justice remain unscathed !