12 posts tagged “poem”

soar through the mountain clouds
to wipe the tears that shroud
your beauty and grace

slide down the sloping cliffs
unafraid of rocks that shift
and balance your descent

to pure snow
and the river's embrace

--moon

War reduces, depletes,
angers, and competes.
War destroys, ignites,
lingers, and deletes
the consciousness of humankind.

War may kill, fall,
maul, and repeat,
but dr. king, malcolm x, and ghandi
sit, reflect, react and sift
the consciousness of humankind.

When they die,
they stir, arise, and uplift
the eyes of youth
and old forgotten dreams
left to rot through the skin
of hollowed men and women.

and others with guns,
homebrewed bombs,
and kamikazee visions

despise, frustrate, and disengage
the rhetoric of peace
their missions skewing
the consciousness of humankind.

Until love sings again,
it lingers toward hate
beneath traps
of trigger fingers.

dr. king and malcolm x,
you stood on mountain tops
but could not relate
your vision
or escape
the terrorists on
american soil--
the violation of fate!

rise again, peace,
from the mountaintops of war.
cloak and cloud the pestilence
of every soar and sour sting
of hate and prejudice.

until we can be ghandi,
malcolm x,
and all peaceful kings.

--Moon

(the terrorist alluded to in the poem refers to the Americans who murdered Dr. King and Malcolm X.)

i erase me tonight
beneath the light of my manic disease,
and beyond my bipolar plight,
i bend down on my knees
and wonder if butterfly eyes
see clearly in midflight,
because beyond that dream
i erase me tonight.

--moon

spider web
intricate strings
run around me
frothing, overwhelming--
after the passion bites

--moon (some help with lines from my friends)

your heart climbed into me

with one gaze

your eyes hiding freely

behind eyeglass mirrors

and when i first saw you

i saw everything

your open heart

your quick glance into me

and your pessimistic view

of reality.

but i opened up

your pandora box

gave you bright hope

of a future life with me

the romantic the idealist

the smiling, intellectual gaze

and conversation

and all that was then

all of it confined in one

atomic particle

and we exploded into

hydrogen atoms

in bedroom copulation

we were atomic bombs

then

and perhaps we no longer know

how to light the fuses

but as i gaze into your mirrors

again

the fuses no longer matter

for more than a fuse

you have contained my heart

and opened me up

to your selfless gaze

and i don't need a fuse to know

how my lazy eyes

can grow into your

bountiful space.

--moon

When I am happy, I am miserable.
When I am miserable, I am happy.
When I am tired, I am ready to party.
When I am available, I am exhausted.
When I am drunk, I am crazy.
When I think crazy thoughts, I wish to be drunk.
When I am lonely, I want to be left alone.
When people crowd me, I wish they would leave.
When they leave, I need some attention.
When I love, I withdraw into myself.
When I withdraw into myself, I want to love again.
When I am with my family, I want to leave them.
When I leave them, I am happy.
When I am happy, I am miserable.
When I am miserable, I need my family.

-moon

O Shahada,
My affirmation of faith,
I recite your simple creed
For duty to the creator
For duty to the messenger
God is one

Beyond universal space and time
Beyond our elemental being
Beyond the surface of our anger
And other elemental things

O Salat,
My duty to recitation and prayer,
I bend my weakening knees
And fall desperately to the earth
Not for power, greed, or truth,
But for the pouring out my soul
For my rapid prayer of emptiness
So that you, my Creator, may fill
Your compassionate cup to all

O Zakat,
My duty to my loving brothers
My devoted sisters
For those I will soon meet
I serve this world
Through alms of teaching,
Through the hesitation of anger
Through helping others
When death and sadness
Surround the city streets
To bring hope to the hopeless
To share love of joy through alms
My great master, the service to mankind.

O Siyam,
The hunger of my stomach
Turns inward my faith
Turns inward my hunger
Hunger for my Creator's love
Hunger for the equality of my neighbor
Hunger for the destruction of my ego
Until my hunger subsides
And visions from my Creator remain
Perfect in His Bottomless Kingdom
Perfect in the limitless sky
As my duty to others, to myself,
To the lord of the great feast
Arises, Dances, and Sings
Rhythms to our human feats
That touches your holy grace
And our obedience to the Absolute.

O Hajj,
Pilgrimage to the revelation,
My return to the Messenger's beginning
Peace be upon him, upon us all,
As universal peace surrounds the Kabbah
Touches the faith of a rejoicing history
Embodied in the Black Stone
Touches us as an accumulated body
Beyond the territorial terrains
Beyond boundaries of cultural divide.
Beyond the history of Arabic tribes
Beyond war, famine, and historical pangs

Let the Five Pillars Climb
Let the Five Pillars of Faith
Circle and Surround
The entire cultures--
The Arabian Peninsula
European Union
The African heartland
Great Wall of China
Islands of Indonesia
The Maddening Heart of the Americas
Let freedom ring through
Our humble creeds
The thought of God
Leading us beyond our weakening morals
The prayer to reduce our egoism
The giving treasures to sustain our culture
The fast to enhance our limitations
To walk the earth for God's pleasure
For our own internal sustainment
To understand the Absolute,
The creator of the universe,
Our God, spoken to one,
And given to All.

All of us.
Allah, the God of the Universe,
We listen and wait.
We wait for your justice
To rain down your alms
To this weathered earth.

O Blessed Ramadan
Muhammadan peace upon the world
We are ancient sinners
Ancient in our tongues
And our beliefs
Bound by traditions we rarely understand

Oh Abraham
Oh kingdoms in middle eastern lands
Bless you all tonight
Bless the ancestors of the Shia
Bless the ancestors of the Sunni
Bless the Palestenians and the Saudis
Bless the Egyptian fasting for Allah
For the poverty within us all
For the poverty within this world

And let war, death, and genocide
Subside
And bow down deep to the earth
With our entire core
And touch the void of our souls
As we Tread the dirt of our souls
And ask Allah, distant father, God
For some form of inspiration

To free us from this guilty pleasure
To serve the other with our treasures
To take nothing with us to the road beyond
To leave everything here for the others

Oh Ramadan
Ancient Gabriel in the starry clouds
Held in his hands the revelations
For generations of Muslims
For generations of Christians
For generations of Jews
Bound by the Abraham Stars.

But we bind ourselves
to war and pestilence
but need to embrace it all

the Jewish Faith
the Christain Faith
the Muslim Faith
the Sikh Faith
the Hindu Faith
the Buddhist Faith
the Wiccan Faith

the international faiths
of reconciliation
not to create a universal truth
other than the tangled knot of love
between us

O Ramadan
Be that revelation
Be that history to us all
So that we--all people--
Can live upon these holy lands
And stop starving our souls
with injustice and complaints.

Ramadan,
I fast with you for weeks.
I give my heart to it all
and walk down these hollow
Chambers I call my home
and bless your system
your beliefs

O Muslim, I beg for peace
I beg for the American
To be replaced by your love

And though war and anger
continue to thrive in this world
my heart pumps life for hope

for Ramadan,
and the magic of caves
and Gabriel singing.

--moon

I am thunder

A reigning power

Before a peaceful storm unites

Elemental earth

With strength and balance

As my atmospheric pressures

Rise the tornados

Locked in my extremes

Leveling the world around me

Without logic of consequence

Planting down my roots

Sturdy by gravity.