an ascention poem
by Mark A. Rockeymoore
Thursday, October 12, 2006
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The dawn of my discontent heralds
A decision not to repent.
The moment of my awakening is dependent
Upon the slaking of a physical thirst, an irrepressible
Urge to manifest Divinity, which is my propensity.
And yet, these days I wake wondering about my
Purpose, whether or not I'll make it till the End
Without mending my ways,
Whether or not these days of Love and Light are only
A glimpse into the infinite array of possiblities that might
Send me spiraling downwards, spinning into
It's hard to fight an enemy you can't see.
It's hard to to change when you don't know what you want
It's hard to revolt if you don't know what it means to be
Church lets out and the congregation mills about
Gossiping and laughing, their faith dependent upon their
Without doubt God was there, He's everywhere but is that
Stare I receive from the lady next to me when I shout
A look of disdain?
Is she upset because I'm expressing my pain? Would my
Joy send her hands extending Heaven-ward,
By a transcendent penitence and upswelling innocence?
During a midnight meditation session of
Blessing and Light
With those Transcendental Monks I met in a
Realm of Astral Delight
I thought I heard Celestial Voices singing,
But it was only someone's phone ringing;
Some song I'd never heard about bling-blinging,
And booties shaking while the Earth and Heavens
I suppose everybody doesn't know, but this planet's flow
Has been disrupted.
Every government on Earth has been corrupted.
The media spins lies and vies for our attention, while
Out and about
Incarnate Demons commit atrocities
But we don't see those types of TV shows because
Survivors on again and -
Guess what -
This time the Tribes are divided by race and
The real news about Iraq and Iran has disappeared
Without a trace.
Political scandals come and go, the vagaries of life
Continue to flow and we bow to the demands of daily
Living, hopefully forgiving ourselves our shortcomings,
While praying to overcome certain
Longings and desires
That are sure to bring us back down again
Into the mud and sand of material
Discontent has sent me packing, lacking the stamina to
Retain depression, to succumb to the obsession of constant
Dwelling upon negativity and dismay, my eternal delight
Is the Light.
Thusly satiated, my heart rises as my soul realizes that
There is no End.
From Beginning to Beginning, my Soul continues to
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|Reviewed by Gwendolyn Thomas Gath
"an ascention poem"
Profound write enjoyed very much the portrayal of strength and character. Rightly titled also. Thank you for sharing. Congrats and good luck on you CD collaborations.
Cheers and have a wonderful 2007,
From the Heart of an Artist Quiet Storm
|Reviewed by Chrissy McVay
|Really like this one!
|Reviewed by jude forese
|Mark, this poem is brilliant ... it echoes my own assertions and observations of the internal as well as external reality we are presently sharing on this planet ...|
|Reviewed by Sherry Heim
|This is outstanding, Mark, and you mirror so many of my own personal thoughts and confusing scenarios. It does seem that we are so often too quickly judged by those who profess to be believers in all that God has willed upon us, but in reality, they are veering from his lessons as well as being far too judgmental. The world is a crazy place, and there is a lot going on that seems to be beyond our control, but perhaps that is the lesson; to live the life we know is right, in spite of what is spinning around us. Perhaps it is this, that is our test of faith and of our ability to possess unconditional love. We are each part of the eternal, loving and healing light and it is best, in all times including difficult times, to hold that thought within all of our thoughts and also apply it to our actions.
|Reviewed by Aberjhani
|Through pain, confusion, outrage, and all manner of modern angst, it becomes a joy for the reader to to ascend through these lines to a sense of triumphant and glorious empowerment. A uniquely fantastic read from a uniquely fantastic pen.
|Reviewed by Andre Bendavi ben-YEHU
An intriguing ontologic social cleaning in "an ascention poem".
I salute You, Poet.
Andre Emmnuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
|Reviewed by Gwen Dickerson
|A most worthy write! Mark, your powers of perception and expression are most inspiring and illuminating! Bravo!|
|Reviewed by J M
|Rocky this is so inpsiring have missecd your spiritual and inspirational instructions.... I think we all wonder our purpose when God is silent.. But for me it means he is making some new directions.... Thank you for this one.
|Reviewed by Tinka Boukes
|You nailed this one Mark!!
Ditto both Regis and Eileen aswell!!
|Reviewed by Kate Clifford
|This write leaves the reader with much to think about. Love the last line!|
|Reviewed by Regis Auffray
|The whole poem is a most accurate assessment of the "state of affairs" on this planet, Mark; I do love your ending. Thank you for sharing this gift. Love and peace to you,
|Reviewed by E T Waldron
|Amen for the finale!;-) There is only beginning into beginning, and anyone who is enlightened has learned that!WE stress about what we do or don't do getting bogged down in "earth life" when we are able to begin anew with our spirit in other dimensions, if we but believe. Superb poem Mark!