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The way of the heart is not to be denied
Like the energy from the Solar Logos
Which flows thoughout the Cosmos
You cannot ever from this hide
It will pursue you through eternity
In your ignorance you can ignore it
And in your folly you will do so
The way of being human is not easy
But eons ago you volunteered
Not to worry you are guided
You are helped in many ways
So that however perverse
This shines on you and may thwart
And forever strive to direct you away
From the negative powers
Of greed and excesses
And if at the close of this adventure
You sink in the depths of hell
This power wil be at your call
It is your choice

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What? No! that can not be! Where else could I be but here with you, and you tell me that "you are not my mother? I know no other person, I called no other person momma but you? What? Why she never gave me hugs, or kisses. Why? She said that no one could ever love me? Then and only then, when I was young, fragile I thought those words were true, but I also knew that, "God loves me." Words, words hurt. She told me, "You were brought here to pay the house note." "You have no people." You don't have a pot to pee in or a window to throw it out of" You are no good". I wanted to be a ballet dancer, but I was told "No blacks are allowed to dance." I wanted to be an artist, but I was told "No blacks can live on drawing". I wanted to join the Navy, but I was told, "only whores and prostitutes are in the service." I listened, and believed because she was a catholic and she went to church and she said her rosary. I believed that: I was no good. But I wondered how was I no good? What had I done. I was sentenced to this life of doom. Her grandchildren who were my age would come over for dinner. I could not eat with them. I had to wait. Then when they ate all the spaghetti, I was given bread and syrup. Such a devout woman she was. Such a phony for the public. But behind closed doors she lashed out with accusations that "I was going to be no good." That "no one would ever love me". I listened, and one day, I listened in disbelief. I listened and felt sorry for her. I listened and knew that what she said was not true. I listened and knew that I would someday take control of my life's circumstances. I began to read the bible, and I listened to God's Word. I listened at last to the truth, which set me free.

Off I go through the Amazon,
Hot on the trail of Ghengis Khan,
Going to sacrifice a virgin or two,
Sailing a ship to Katmandu,
The Bermuda triangle is nice it seems,
Tropic weather and summer greens,
Even underwater submarines
soaking in the seven seas,
My saber swings in the salty breeze,
Its a pirates life for me,
Yes a pirate's what I'll be,
Its a pirates life for me!

You are my poison,
Breaking my soul with your words,
Corrupting my hearts life blood,
Leaving me in pieces,
There is no antidote for this...

The past is always
the past
I often forget it
but it remembers me
everything I failed to be
yesterday is history...

The past is a ghost
a hole, dust, the wind
it is dark and moves unseen
beneath, betwixt and between
angels, demons, elemental spirits
come to me when I am sleeping...

Ghosts from my past
makes my thoughts
heavy as branches
after a raging storm
leaving me tired and forlorn
people who came before me
appear in dreams

In a way
we are all ghosts...

At times you cross my mind and I don’t know why
All those karmic lessons are gone now
We’ve said goodbye

The love though….
It cannot hide
It’s always here deep inside

I wonder why I still think of you
The visions, the feelings of our experiences together
Become so real and true

I feel ashamed to reveal this to you
But it cannot be denied
I still love you.

A Woman's Voice:

Caressing flickering light dancing between shallow breath
It, in its low pleasing release
Deadens fiery hours spent aging restlessly against the world and its teeth.
For in her words of play
In her words of delay
She always knows what to say.
I would drown in her skin and hear her speak
Oh the things she says that carries me away!
I am stung by her clever words of display
Her tones of I love you’s simple and at bay
It breaks and washes until I can see
How very beautiful her words can be.
Copyright 2013 By E.Perez

The trees are in their autumn beauty,
The woodland paths are dry,
Under the October twilight the water
Mirrors a still sky;
Upon the brimming water among the stones
Are nine and fifty swans.

The nineteenth Autumn has come upon me
Since I first made my count;
I saw, before I had well finished,
All suddenly mount
And scatter wheeling in great broken rings
Upon their clamorous wings.

I have looked upon those brilliant creatures,
And now my heart is sore.
All’s changed since I, hearing at twilight,
The first time on this shore,
The bell-beat of their wings above my head,
Trod with a lighter tread.

Unwearied still, lover by lover,
They paddle in the cold,
Companionable streams or climb the air;
Their hearts have not grown old;
Passion or conquest, wander where they will,
Attend upon them still.

But now they drift on the still water
Mysterious, beautiful;
Among what rushes will they build,
By what lake’s edge or pool
Delight men’s eyes, when I awake some day
To find they have flown away?

How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of Being and ideal Grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candlelight.
I love thee freely, as men strive for Right;
I love thee purely, as they turn from Praise.
I love with a passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints,—I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life!—and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.