all there is to life is loving slow and living without sin from alpha to the end only then shall we begin to fly upon eagles wings astral minstrels cry while crooning soulful lullabies to the moon and angels up on high Ephemeral chariots cross emerald skies by day like judas escariot's sire was betrayed in every way by base desire and the denial of a liar who walked with feet of clay
my soul has grown deep like a river langston said ethiopia cried out we must give unto the dead not with a whisper but with a shout without doubt ancestral souls fine-tune genetic goals while double dutch b-girls skip lifetimes in one trip commit high crimes tight-lipped demonic phonics rap like stetsasonic bombastical fantastical beats freak like mystikal out on the street
feral crackheads lie in search of the next high flying by on bat-wings drenched by the stench of corruption lynched by the mention of destruction lust and pride take a dusty ride through death valley and dark urban alleys a baby's wail signals travails wafting upon the night's breeze like seeds of death and disease that freeze the leaves of skeletal trees stilling breath and slumber's ease
on the other side of light wonder marks the sight of brighter days and mighty waves in a towering fury of utter purity all-encompassing love accompanies the dove rising ever above heaven's gate tupac told us it was too late to try to change the hand of fate no slate is clean of mortal sins nor are we free of thoughtless friends the heart senses trends we can't begin to hear or see nor can we pretend that we are free
little things matter most but like embittered ghosts we refuse to toast life the sweet moments without strife the sight of a child's wide-eyed smile the delight of living without denial trials and tribulations face our nations stationed on the brink of disaster the master calls and faster we ride through torturous hell we slide losing sight of the real so precious moments we must steal from alpha to the end
little things matter most
but like embittered ghosts we
refuse to toast life
Wonderful words, Mark. Wonderful poem!
Reviewed by Floria Kelderhouse (Reader)
Reviewed on December 8, 2003
Mark..this is brilliant....such a wonderful world we live in...and man chooses to destroy it....if only we could live in this beautiful place that God prepared for us ....in peace and love....and if only we took better care of our world....for those that come after us....oh...there just is so much in this piece....love it...bravo...floria
This was outstanding, My favorite of yours now, I loved every word,
Reindeer
Reviewed by Anna Marie Fritz (Reader)
Reviewed on December 4, 2003
Oh, oh, oh...Mr. Saxman...
There is a combo here that outstrips a fine-tuned jazz group.
I actually read this out loud, feeling the rythym and beat of
the street, the jungle, the dark interior rooms, etc.
It is a tiger of a piece, Mark!
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but like embittered ghosts we
refuse to toast life
Wonderful words, Mark. Wonderful poem!
Love Tinka
like a river
Indeed it has and this poem is the proof, deeply distrubing and powerful, words that inspire us to deal with ourselves.
losing sight of the real so
precious moments we must steal
from alpha to the end
..my friend..thine own lips have said it...ALL!!!!
Thankyou so much for this magnificent write !
Vesna :)
Captured my attention and mind, carried both every step of the way!
~Nikki~
Reindeer
There is a combo here that outstrips a fine-tuned jazz group.
I actually read this out loud, feeling the rythym and beat of
the street, the jungle, the dark interior rooms, etc.
It is a tiger of a piece, Mark!
~Chrissie
Makes ya think! Excellent work!
Susan Sparks
I felt the energy from it.
As an enjoyable and instructing reading, "macrocOsmosis" flows.
Happy Healthy Day, Poet!
Thank You.
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU