the door to silence swung wide
allowed me to enter

peace can be an idea, an understanding, a theological thought, an ideal, something read, something heard, something said

Peace is much more of course, and the path is peace as much as the destination
but you have to travel that path, and in the travelling, the practise, peace becomes the reality within your core.

I will miss the gate of heaven
If i don't share the words
Let it be known
Across the universe
It's a mission for peace

Written by
Jean C Bertrand

They cloud my view
until I can't see the sun.

A turn of the phrase
can turn the mind
Opening it
to before unknowns
Never to return
To it's original shape
And squeezed limitations.

©  2017 Jim Davis

Every time, the state I feel like,
I've lost something,
really precious,
really valueable,
and that meant something
in my life,
which had some value,
I get lost in myself,
with the activation of my brain,
I ask with my soul,
Is this the end?
and the answer I get,
really cheers me up!!

when time collides with you
you begin to listen

within this listening, long enough
silence will allow you to enter

everything has its song
and you poet needs must sing it

not for nothing were you born
not for nothing do you listen.

is a familiar phrase
we like to flaunt
    especially
when we would like to utter a complaint
    about contemporary grievances
    god and the world & cetera

in doing so
we keep good company
from Socrates to Livius
    to Shakespeare, Goethe, Emerson,
    Whitman, Fitzgerald, Hurston, Vonnegut,
     Morrison, Angelou, Nabokov, etc.

I guess this is because
the times like these
are always those
in which we live

With holes in pockets
Can we buy?
Gain truth from
The lips that lie?
Without ever asking
Why?

Is guidance in
A folded map?
Wealth within
Bottle cap?
Does fine champagne
Come on tap?

Does knowledge come
From books fast closed?
Water from a frozen hose?

Motion from a
Locked up gear?
Faith from gurus
Full of fear?

Can oil flow
From stoppered jars?
Travel made in totaled cars?
Peace be won from
World War?

Calculating sums from nil
For naught we pay
Usurious bills
No winning wars where
ALL are killed

The wind listeth
              where it will...

We beard the lion
In his lair
Close the pane

To breathe the air.


SøułSurvivør
5/23/2017

its the poetry you feel out of reach
just around a corner
always a few steps away

your soul could burst with beauty
if only you could find the words.