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gold hidden in the rugged earth
upon which lay your quest
yet murky and turbid is the dew
that is harvested in a cup of sand
your weakness never sets
over the parch and scorching heat
nor will your strength
ever laid to rest
until you will run out
of your sweats
you will want to know
deep within your heart
why all this land
is covered with blood
and yet the world lay witness
and mightily unconcerned
to its naked plight

your mind will never fathom
why the rift is burning strong
so you will keep on digging
until you reach the bottom
hoping it will lay bare
all the reasons,
that this blood covered land
is a conflict no more
in the mighty difference
of white and black color
but the gap of those
who have and who don't

the question is...will man ever learn
how to vanish indifference?
give those that have not
and even out the earth's wealth
so revolt will not explode?

perhaps nobody really cares...
you are alone, abandoned
in this quest...buried
in a drifting sand
stained with ruthlessness
by the greed of human hand
glued forever
in human blood.

Am I not the king within my virtual domain?
My own demons have I conquered, slain
I have sat in the breeze with gentle Lions
Wrestled the consequences of my own desires
Lived with many ire’s
Do I resent or anger at the greedy beast
He has more, should I have not least
I choose my pathway for I built the walls
That secluded you gaining my entirety
I cannot give you the pleasure of completeness
I remain aloft above the rising cloud of humility
I suffer not from personal ingenuity
For I have stroked the beast of my history
Dwelt in the passages of mental blindness
Broken down the walls within my Jericho
And tamed the Tigers of solitary illusion
I closed the rent, suffered my own conclusion
I built the windows of my sight
I made the castle
I enclosed around the moat
I made myself
For this I shoulder the blame
Nobody else will hold me prisoner
I ask no more than to be allowed to be myself

Not many personal sacrifices have I made
The cuts of my life show on a rusted blade
A simple honest man, not born to be a Tsar
Yet still my heart had room for one more scar

It’s strange to me why words can seem so deep
For what you sow you must not always assume to reap
The string of the bow decides if the arrow holds sway
I would relinquish tomorrow if you are here today

I continue to float aimlessly, lost as a listless cloud
For I would miss your smile in that lonely crowd
Passion cannot survive in a whirlpool of regret
For history is past but future would not forget

You impassioned my hope with feelings tenderly pure
What solitary fish ever passed by a beautiful lure?
Your request for my heart I could not resist
Why is it sometimes I wonder do you even exist?

So comfort deprived I endure when I stand and stare
What use a magical cupboard when shelves are bare?
No strength left have I to drink from the lovers’ cup
For I have swallowed my dream I no longer need to sup

For me true love could not abide to be bitter
Does not fools gold still sparkle and glitter
I did hold your heart for that moment in time
And for that I am blessed, for was it not sublime

I died the other day
Love overwhelmed me
It left me in that place
Called “Unconditional”
It tore away at my soul
Broke down all my barriers
And assaulted my senses

I died the other day
Passion overcame me
It took me to that place
Lovers call “Heaven”
I became swamped
In sensations
Untold and unfound
It broke through my core
And brought a crescendo
Of delight
That exploded
In every corner of my mind


I died the other day
Desire conquered me
Clean through the heart
With the arrow
Marked “Fate”
It took away my breath
Boiled my very blood
And stole all my emotions
It left me in that place
Between reality and sublime
Called “Ecstasy”
It was a glorious death

What would I do if it was bestowed upon me?
Use it wisely, could I save humanity
Would I be selfish, and hope for wealth
What good is money if I lost my health?

Could I save the Planet, turn all to green
No natural disasters would ever again be seen
What of the animals, don’t they deserve a chance?
To survive naturally, no death from mans lance

Would I cure all disease, no more pain?
I will cause overpopulation, not the earths gain
Would I rid our race of all the malice?
No more wars, living in an Ivory Palace

Should I make the Moon shine ever more bright?
No more darkness, just light, bringing sight
What of compassion, could I create this desire?
Would it banish the hate, rid us of our ire

So many choices, so many just reasons
Bring out the Sun, change all the seasons
Make the flora flower throughout the year
Bring happiness to all, no more shedding of tear

I am too indecisive the choice is not free
I now know for me this was not meant to be
I shall wrap it in a box, and send it to one so true
Have I told you today that I love you

A broken heart is no way to worldly travel
For life’s mysteries you cannot unravel
A hungry fire was never lit without a flame
Crystal waters flow clear, they hide no shame

The Moon’s glow shows it has nought to hide
Tempestuous seas do not question a rising tide
Raging storms never needed to ask to speak
Mountain tops do not care that they are bleak

Does the forest curse if the trees are bare?
A relentless wind would not sit and stare
An earthquake has no sense of human pity
A tsunami cares not if it engulfs a city

What volcano ever spilt lava and compassion?
Would a bitter winter’s cold savour our submission?
Tornadoes care less of empathy for their path
Nature never understands the meaning of wrath

Then why my heart do you continue to rage
Wisdom is the personal sanctuary of a sage
My continuing journey is not of your making
Only I can decide what I am forsaking

Whisper, whisper, to me my tender heart
Do not dwell on what you did not start
Beat vibrantly for that final journeys quest
For true love never sought to hide or rest

So varied are the hues of poetic pen,
With a multitude of exploding coloured ink,
In endless shades to choose from now, and then,
To set the writing mood, into which we sink.

Should I decide upon a nature write,
I must select just one of many greens,
To paint a woodland oil, in verse tonight,
Of lush green branches shading flowered scenes.

Humorous poems are best presented yellow,
The verses to be sunny, smiling bright,
This Irish poet not e'er a dour fellow,
To try extract a laugh from you, he might.

To pen dark verse, one must use darkest black,
Printed on a page of sombre grey,
The mood is set, no chance of stepping back,
The reader with sad tears, may have to pay.

Poems to my Love, are always delicate pink,
Verse from the heart, her eye to see words beat,
Fond lines penned madly now in perfumed ink,
Extracted from rose petals, for a treat.

Erotic verse scribed in pulsating red,
Throbbing, bulging blood to end in balm,
My pen grows hotter with every word that's said,
Eventually burns to flames within my palm.

Finally if you poets e'er grace my home,
Feel free to take a seat, and ease your pains,
Relax at my bureau and pen a poem,
For it's ink not blood that flows inside our veins !

Overwhelmed with fear
I whispered into the rain
Disarming defenses,
Giving in to the gray
Tearing down all of my shelter
within my hollowed decay
While this echoing silence
gave every tear drop a name
They begin filling the voids
with mundane hopes for a change
Heaven will save me from hell
and blue skies will reign
Lazily lay in green grass
watching clouds drift away
It's all but a deflated dream
now that my colors have changed
My thoughts have become restless noise
of uncertainties rearranged
Damning my emotions,
lies decorated with grace
Now I stand with a hardened heart
in the sobering autumn rain
I'm disarmed and defenseless,
... Giving in to the gray

~ Jesse Okoroshi Masu James F ~

Do not weep when I have gone
Whistle that tune or sing that song
Hum that melody that we used to play
Look to the clouds on a clear summer’s day

And think of me as you always have done
Remember that I shall forever be my mother’s son
As you pass the old oak that bears our mark
Whistle that tune we first heard from the lark

Gently let the grass hold you within its sway
As the breeze hums that melody we used to play
Where the crickets chime up in a glorious chorus
And you absorb the beauty of the flowering floras

Drift down to the stream where we sat and dreamt
And paddled like children thinking how this was meant
Remember how instantly we both broke out in song
And days were so lazy and nights were not as long

Think of me often as the tears glisten your face
Whistle that tune as you sit at our secret place
And as the tears overcome you in an emotional tide
Look up to the sky and see the swallow glide

And dry those tears you must not weep for me
Remember fondly those days in the old oak tree
And live your life as you know I want you too
Forever I will always be thinking of you

Mirror - Mirror what do you see
Other than a reflection of me
Do you see all of my sorrows
Or the future of all my tomorrows

The sadness that lurks behind the eyes
The happenings that have made me wise
Lost loves that pains to remember
Or new loves lighting my eyes with ember

Wishful thinking of a permanent love
With hopes of help from above
Lines worn deep from age
Each one telling its tale of sage

Do you see the ravages of starkness
Caused by exposure to others darkness
Hoping for more light to shine through
And that special love meant for two