We were rooting for her as she leaves, as above, so below, hence call her The Chosen Stem.
The masses, we call them, they are people yet victims of a vicious system.
If New York City cannot sleep, Nairobi will never experience REM.
How about Nicaragua City or Nagasaki, what will happen to them?
In the name of Peace, we wage wars… We’ve gotten so close, yet the farther we are. Get rid of politics and promote our beautiful art. Prophets revealed the destruction of our Cosmos; look at NASA exploring the moon and Mars. Why save lives when so much blood is shed, making matter worse than they are? In the name of sanity, these people went in, arriving to their senses as their senses depart. Where is your heart? Pleasing Peace, give them a peace of mind in piece or just in in part.
We have not gotten closer to world issues thus far. What’s really Art?
If Shakespeare was it, this Poet will for ever be running after this pitch (Poetry) like a hungry Hound. Deep are the roots of this tree I call leaves as the leaves are rooted in this ground. Fast is the speed of the Light that shines through darkness, faster than the speed of sound. Judgement is sound yet in the quiet Moment of this loud noise cannot be found. Thus far, we are safe since we are in, as this sense of Silence within us resounds.
Do something for me, words alone won’t do anything to me… They won’t do
anything for me! Hunger of my thirst, I am as hungry as thirsty. For
actions speak louder than words, why don’t you do the same conspicuously?
With Inspiration comes Standard, this can’t be a conspiracy.
So many people are dying by the Millions, what is the epitome of Life to
TODAY IS POETRY
Today’s Poetry and
Forever we Dwell in It
In order to make things right again, I went to the beginning of it all
and asked God not to touch Adam’s rib. Instead, I suggested to use part of Adam’s Heart in order to make his better half… Our Genesis
on New Year’s Eve. SHE IS HIM, NOT JUST IN PART… And if tempted to
walk away from the Truth, she didn’t depart… She couldn’t have, Deer
of a Hart. My Dear, fools thought like-wise instead of being smart.
Ever since, the body thirsts after food. For the Lamb’s skin, for Men
and Women, is a sign of that Everlasting Fountain, Water of waters for your hunger.
As sweet as Honey is the thought of Poetry this morning, as I dreamt
about the wonders of this Beautiful Garden. As I wander this morning,
I said good-morning beautiful Creation from Heaven. As I thank the
Heavens for the source of this inspiration, found in Eden. Muses from
Egypt and Ancients Rome and Greek gods did clash in brainstorming this
moment described by my ink-less pen.
I said I was writing you a piece. So before I start, know that I come with
Peace. I’m not after you for superficial reasons, I tend to be deep. This
poem of fire will extinguish your water, burning emotion, my feeling is the
least. I just came in although I wasn’t on your list. I had nowhere to
go, I could not renew my lease. Awake, I’m still asleep… Away from
any analogy to any Inception, I’m writing about unknown scenes as I
sleep. Sleeping Beauty, when it comes to this Art, I’m a Beast! This
is another moment somewhat bliss. I will empower you even though you
are homeless, watch this!
You have yet to hear my Heart beats… Peace be still. I’ve moved mountains
before, walked on waters and my hands will be witnesses to my feet. We’ve
danced, that wasn’t it. Should I enter as I exit. Leaving the past behind,
my beginning, nevertheless but the more, not even a little bit. My touch is
as gentle as this and stronger than a punch of a hit… Poetic is my
Essence, turning cold into heat. Please partake of it… I could keep
writing: I did over come my defeat. I am neat. You are neater, that is it.
© Christian Djimra Koumtog
Picture by Luckas Menard