Room of Noble Souls

Say what you will, speak what you will, feel your ill will.

I and many others like myself are gifts to the world. We are not of it, in the sense we recognize ourselves as visitors, we are faithful to one another, we are believers in each other. Among the dross and forgetfullness of the general populace, we stand, men. Real men and woman, not of the customary norm, the status quo, but of a spirit of vision, broadness, and unconsumed beauty.

We are not of the world, we are too great, but we are sent to help and aid the best we can, offering our insights, our abilities, our joys and sorrows alike. I rememeber you, because you are a noble kindred spirit, and I thank you for representing honor in these days. A new chapter opens, and maturity sprouts from the beaten wall of history.

Untitiled

Break the rules, shatter the confines
Sew the Earth, plowed by the combines Quench your thirst with a strong drink
As water flows, wine, brings cause to think..

I sink low, I think wide
I feel depth so I dive
From each isle, from both sides
Coast to coast, tide to tide

Its a thought misconstrued
Its a word I won't use
A secret thought, swift attacked
So this time, I'll fight back

 I'll grow strong, I'll climb high
Escape doubt, suffer trials
Learn to love, see, and taste
Expedite each mistake

Light a match for the child
Who breeds wonder so mild
Give a chance to a boy
Who does naught but destroy

Heed the call, keep the pace
In this battle of faith
Choice to bind to the brakes
Yet I know, what it takes..

And I know, where I've been
And I sense, where I'm going
Yes I see who I am
Understand that I'm growing

At a pace sceptics shun
At a rate beanstalks usher
To this man whose a boy
There are gifts to discover

A Distilled Sonnet

Like a baby teething
Each moment timeless
Life is so fleeting
Sighs the modest

Hot air fills the room
Like stones take the quarry
Hot air baloons boom
The most wholesome story

A blue vivid dream
Elapsifies reason
A monument screened
The turning of season

A stone wheel invented
But decades away
A story commended
Reduced back to clay

Ash dust and logic
Moonbeams and such
Words of a prophet
Forgotten during rush

A race to the pinnacle
The whose of the whos
A voyage symmetrical
To ages and clues

To war and to bellow
To laugh and to rest
To harsh someones mellow
To piece in each step

Each line is a runestone
A figment of lore
From babe to the tombstone
Onward we implore

Crushed Grapes

Seeping into a stone mug

Blending with synergy

Bleeding thier blessing

Upon the spout that pours

These purple grapes

Willingly squashed under our feet

Are the fruits of a long harvest

Being prepared for wine

To stomp and feel their cool eruption

Is a pleasure in itself

Though to drink their godly nectar

Is pure benediction

It infuses and intoxicates

Making one spin and dream

With each fallen inhibition

We stray closer to the godly throne

It is orgasmic, it is benign

So as season concludes, we drink

Above the clouds, beneath the Earth

Beyond the moon, within the sun

No cup is left wet

Each drop swept clean by our tongues

The other plants lay lame in harvest

Weeping, seeing their purpose unendowed

The liquids of our welfare,

The spoils of our spirits,

The fruits of our toil,

With thirst born of endurance

We drink..

The wine of crushed grapes

Born of God

Gods son.. his love adorned

In the healthy infant and stillborne

It makes God sad, such angry days

For the God I am cannot look away

I try, I do, but can't for long

Bear the ways of his daughters/sons

To sense the truth of unity

Is to see, the you in me

So when I pledge with ill intentions

Its me whose needing intervention

Although I feel above the rest

I cant ignore this pain in chest

His love is vast, and thus mine too

I love you god, your trusty blue

servant.. yes I serve you now

Through bitter pain and terrible trial

I'll walk upon these wounding coals

If it redeems a single soul

I'll plunge into the oceans depth

And make it out to be my death

My soul is broad, its vision deep

I thank you lord for lucid sleep..

Elementary

Fuck the sunshine
Screw the rain
Forget the mansion
Finesse the pain

All these days
All these hours
All these people
Are fucking cowards

Thier more like crows
Then men of flesh
They stench of bullshit
Ciggeretes

They do not care
They're lost within
They're spread around
By desires whim

I don't need a small font book
To say the world is run by fucks
The kind of fucks they do not give
That make a man not want to live

Ego says, Soul replies

My ego says to me, speaking rationally and oh so strict.

"Correct him! He is wrong, idiotic, he is not serving me!"

I look to strike.. but another voice speaks silence into me.

"Love him, bare his heart, do no harm to this man."

I pause and reflect, torn between these seperate voices. I ponder both thier commandments, and ease away from the first.

When the ego speaks you will know him well, the afflicted, the vulture, the critic.. he is a hard going one, not too easy to bear.

But I say to you this.. when your soul speaks, listen.. his instuments are not so cut and paste. The soul will use the wind, the waves, he will usher your conscience down the narrow path of destiny.

You have been wandering for sometime, you have been embracing the egos voice. Take a step back dear brother, the wind is still here, the grass is still swayed by it.. have you forgotten?

Take a step back.. and listen.. to your souls voice.

Leaving the Labyrinth

Pop shove it, exposing lifes bubble
Full of exodus

Strength and rubble
So you seek it?
Recognition?
I'm the fuel, that moves the piston
Creations ember, lore, and spark
The sandman of dreams dreamt quietly

My mind opens awake to reoccuring dream
The passage of an uneasy road
A way to know, a way exposed
What lies outside of the labyrinth's ledge
Beyond crowmans cacoon
And the seedplanters hedge

This seller of masks that marinate in the cellar
Bridges the days I was a bedwetter
Below lore and magic, a denizen deep
A darkened root pulled from an unreckoned sleep

The unconcious desires of a soothed soul
Bubble up swift as a can cracked
There is dark, there is light
And of course the eye
that spans both domains
The entance gate is left without keeper
Attended only by the wind that sways it

Dare I travel deeper?
Dare I venture on?
Behind me lies barrenness, ahead uncertainty
I have escaped the tretchorous labyrinth
With all its demonic slumber, princes and paupers
And now.. I continue my journey onward
A new domain with challenges unaccounted for..

Through the scapes of these turbulent dreams
I rumble on; Avidly seeking the songs of my soul.

The Phoenix

I.

Since ancient times, I have existed as an idol
To those eyes that seek me outside of themselves
Once, now and then, a rare individual loses interest
In outward depictions, bears their path;
and faces the pain of renewal

I am locked within, in a realm of rust,
a space sentenced to death, and dissolution
My fire has dried into crusted magma
It's heat.. a slight molecular vibration
To the eyes that look outward, there is no hope
To the eyes that peer within, a chance still remains

You see, my symbol is this
To bring life into what has been tarnished
To resurrect the forgone, to remember the forgotten
To look into death, ash, dust.. and find traces of life

I perch at the base of the temple built from bedrock
I am the vitality the law-makers seek to encapsulate
The stronghold they cannot break, the lure they cannot absolve
A creature of enigma, mystery, and glimpses into the immortal


II.

FIRE FIRE FIRE
Reigning upon the Earth
Death and destruction abound
Life as we know in complete ruin
The woman mourn
The men retreat to the mountains
The children stare without joy, it doesn't return

It is in these times, my appearance required
From an altar in the skies
To the crust of the Earth, I dive
I dip and swoon; I descend and rise

A new spirit is seen, a benevolence
No creature can possess, but me
My strength enormous
My power beyond that of Earth

The people stand in awe
Their scowls and troubles traded for wonder
Their laws and principals, deserted for splendor
Their questions and paradox, uprooted for reality



III.

I am the Phoenix, the usher of the golden dawn
The brilliant light of the sky, the causeless destiny
That shapes the seekers of the Earth
I am the flow of prophecy amongst the living
And the iconic rise amongst the dead

Do not fear me, oh human
Do not lull me to sleep
Seek me through passion
Find me by leaving yesterday behind
Only the ones brave enough to do these things
Can ride upon my wings
Only the ones who have been chosen
Are able to revel in my essence

I am the Phoenix
And from the ashes of slumber
Will return blaze to the Earth and Skies

Phoenix Illustration: Olivia Keefe

Two Men

Once, I bore the pleasure to witness the conversation of two men. One, a believer in lord Jesus, the other, the prophet Muhammed.
The discussion was brief, and more like an argument. It did not expound on arithmetic or the essence of thought, instead it became a tug of war over the names of the prophets they were so evidently dis-embodying. Life is strange, life is silly, and the scene of these two men are embedded in my memory.

The wise fool speaks on seeds

Seeds.. Seeds are usually hard in exterior, but within that hard and protective shell lies something different, something more. Within the shell of a seed lies the potential of the plants entirity. Though the seed is small, it harbors in itself possibility to grow, sometimes exponentially in size and wonder.

 You see to grow is not so easy.. it takes investment, it takes support, it takes proper climate and conditions. It takes consistency as well. If you plant an orange tree on the banks of the Mississippi river, I'm sorry to say it will not bloom. If you take an orchard out into the arctic winds, it will shrivel and die. Many times seeds scatter, they drift, and thier potential over time fades.

 Yet, there are those seeds that find the soil, harbor in it and begin their ascent. Their rough exterior softens, cracks, and buds forth a new life form. Then through some unknown pull, the seeming desire for life itself, the plant emerges from its place of planting; deepening its roots, and positioning itself to higher ground. Some trees, such as maples.. grow to high heights, majestic, they are the giants among nature, they age in grace, and become more experienced through the seasons. Other plant life are smaller, more delicate, and have diffrent qualities. They may only last a single day in the harshness of the elements.

I say that we, as humans, are similar to seeds. If we do not recieve proper care, education, nourishment.. our seeds will not sprout, they will remain a mystery in the book of untold potential. As the seed struggles to birth from soil, we too endure much in life and struggle in pursuit of contentment, fulfillment, prosperity. We take chances, win. We take risks, and perhaps fail. Perhaps we branch out, perhaps we bloom forth. But we all put forth an effort in this life and that, to me, is commendable.

In my own life perhaps I have missed 1000 and 1 opportunities, perhaps I have slept and discarded my greatest seeds. Still, when I am not beside myself I see such greatness and possibility for growth. For prosperity and well being. We all have our own nature, we are all different.. but we have much in common, like plants harboring the Earth we harbor each other in our hearts, our memories, our daily endeavours.

Anyone who finds truth in this, I call you to live a good life, take chances, start today.. there is no better time than the moment.. to create momentum, and possibilities for growth, for yourself and others. Be You! Be bold! and make attempts daily to plant seeds.

Today's Heart

Today my heart is a mud flap
It is rubber swaying in the wind of the road
It is tough, it is weather beaten
It is hard to bear, crippled, not seeking much
Despite all this, it requires attention
It requires understanding
And as you can see, also documentation

Love at Last

Its astonishing to me
The seer and his dreams
The movies full of screams
The second valley's beams

The grist and hurl of chore
The violence of war
The bulbous plant protruding
The activities I'm using

I am kinda dumb
A flame that has been squelched
Yet when the work is done
I'll be at one at last

I'm stepping on the track
rising the vows of woe
And when my train arrives
I'll voyage and I'll go

I am an auctioneer
I am a frozen waste
I am a brilliant sun
And these I shall remain

There is no point to life
No motive but to breath
So when I do my best
Then certainly I'll succeed