PURSUIT

The frenzied drums of the distant past
Definitely shall not be the last
As a perpetual echo reverberating in the space of the subconscious mind
Like a rudder guiding, holding unto a grind.
What differentiates one sunrise from the other?
As men rise and lift the blaming hand at one another
It’s the dawning sun that separates from the drums of the past?
Let the blood red wash me holy clean
As I hearken unto the drums of eternity, unto this sound my ears lean.
Shall I hug tomorrow and refrain from yesterday?
When the tears of yesterday have formed oceans of another day
Arrows of poison emanating from thoughts gone
As we lay in our beds when the dark comes and day done
Nature filled words have I spoken
That that which dawns after the day is done will not be broken
The perpetual voices heard and spoken by the day
Depart the formless imaginary and binds like clay
Leading our paths, making that which is, be
Then must I look to things which are not, not a function of what we see
Leaving behind those which were
Hearkening unto the drums, not of distant past, in pursuit, I can’t be stuck here.

NOW! THEN BEYOND!

The dimensions of mortal existence
Nada ever achieved without persistence
With hearts, heads and hands open, change is embraced
The boundaries of mortality; constantly engaged

Men are always groping
Seeking out the Pierian Spring, often hesitating
Stability be the insurance of our day
Hold tenaciously to that which is your dream as the sun its ray

Never lose hold of that which is
Ephemeral talk of men; pathway to the dreamless abyss
Strengthen that which is your core
Look within intently extract thy ore

Walking with head high and feet in the sands of time
Greatness sought, greatness achieved; perpetuity dances to its chime
Carved out in stone
Names beyond oblivion; after the dying bone

Graves hold dust never the essence
Spirits serenading sounds signaling the presence
Man dies, good and bad name survives,
Nay! It’s the name the Spirit revives

Live a life worthy of the call,
So when mortals traverse the eternal boulevard of fame’s hall, thou art there etched on the wall

Silhouette "Agharese III"

Her whisper, my winter
Her touch, my summer
Her cuddle, my autumn
Her sex, my spring

She is the definition of my seasons
Her presence elevates my state of reasons
Let her breast satisfy me
Her love is that which makes me be
Thrills in the night time
Moaning fills the air as chime
Faster, deeper, harder… the constant yell
As hot as it becomes, it is beyond the concept of hell
Trapped in the arms of love and lust
Awaiting the crescendo of a climatic burst
Softly in my ears
Her words banished all fears

Her whisper, my winter
Her touch, my summer
Her cuddle, my autumn
Her sex, her sex; then came the April shower
It came at the right time, that very hour.

Crafts-man & Artist

He, the Crafts-man & Artist

He draws his thought.
He makes thoughts sought.

He, the Crafts-man & Artist

He is the custodian and defender of color.
He creates to decorate the parlor.

He, the Craftsman & Artist

The Journey

I might not be in the best of places
But I sure do tie these laces
Perplexed by the extent
Not trapped in that place without intent
Still on the journey
Definitely have to win this tourney
Time, time, time
Never lost track of its constant chime
Jehovah, now he brings the religious
Never neglecting the dimension of the prestigious
Humbled by the concept of humility
These laces have ne’er been tied by ability
Reflections, reflections, reflections
Never discard the concept of refractions
Leaping o’er walls, running through troops
Scaling through obstacles, unperturbed how his face droops
Light and darkness
The reality of existence
Chosen before light and darkness
Yea, before the reality of existence
Every journey travelled
Begins and ends, or forever baffled
Rest, rest, rest.

Agharese (II)

AGHARESE,

Fairer to me art thou than a thousand virgins
Beholding thy face bringeth me joy
Your breast satisfieth my thirst
In thee I have found rest
Now I lusteth no more
Enchanted am I by your beauty
I am so glad you are mine
I will love you beyond satiety
Forget the world
We must be left in oblivion
Enjoy I must the gift of your love
Fair one, come dance with me in the twilight
For in you and you alone is my delight
Come into my arms, into your eyes I must see the light
Whisper softly in my ears
Sing softly of our love
Caress my masculine heart with thy loving words
Beholding thy face bringeth me joy
Fairer to me art thou than a thousand virgins

AGHARESE

Dead of Night

The dead of the night
When mortal men are assailed by fright
My thoughts are awakened by these heavenly stars.
The definition of our existence, an indelible scar
I watch the night without an atom of fear
My senses are attenuated by my surrounding
Darkness! I begin to picture the ending

The dead of the night is characterized by silence
The continuous drumbeats reverberate; ……… presence
My heighten sense (reason) is quickened
All voices within are quiet
Ecoute! The drumbeats of silence
It births wisdom; the voice of silence is the essence
All in the dead of the night