Now that I am older
My dreams have lost their value.
There is a man throwing rocks at his shadow.
As I pass he throws them at mine.
All of my rhymes have lost their signature of time.
My shadow is drunk on the sun’s wine.
Sitting street-side no one wants to meet
the me that I keep down deep.
This me never seeks to die
It just holds on waiting some predecribed end.
The wind blows into my eye and for a moment I am blind and see clear into eternity.
I spy the bird of incense smoke rising above my grave,offering me the salvation of silent.
All my enemies are gathering for the final absolute assault.
They include the children of trees, the noble ones walking on feet of clouds, their weapons are hidden things found in the house of Osiris,
Like words spoken to the doorkeeper that you can not touch,
The naked mail box is speaking in tongues.
The second coming is late and we are tired of the wait.
The mistress of knives is sharpening her repule for the destruction of words stillborn in the throat
Everybody know that I play the role of a hard to hold rejoicing when triumphant triumphantly peace rise from the barrel of a gun.
I never know when I am sleeping,
It is then that I am most alone in the safety of my dream home.
Don’t-cha know me I am the poet of divine chiefs
Bu.t I can not strengthen your limbs.
I can only advance your happiness.
Poems will purify your heart.
When it is found to be unclean concerning the lake of your desires where you sink.
Poets will tell you that the great God loves you by the shrine conceived by the advocates of mortal needs.
This poem will kiss the black laced face that lays its head on the load that you put on me.
Who am I, it has taken years not to know.
I am the divine being of the enemies of wickedness.
I am that I am heard in the life time landscape of a poem.
I come on the breath-heels of a poem that gives you sheathe from the emotional storms that roar through each pores of your skin
They hard rain rain from your pores drip drips.We becomes one when a collection of words lighting from my eyes put me to rhyme.
