Christopher Wallace: Favorites

Apr 2014 Christopher Wallace

E. E. Cummings

i have found what you are like
the rain,

            (Who feathers frightened fields
with the superior dust-of-sleep. wields

easily the pale club of the wind
and swirled justly souls of flower strike

the air in utterable coolness

deeds of green thrilling light
                                  with thinned

newfragile yellows

                      lurch and.press

—in the woods
                      which
                              stutter
                                        and

                                              sing
And the coolness of your smile is
stirringofbirds between my arms;but
i should rather than anything
have(almost when hugeness will shut
quietly)almost,
                  your kiss

Apr 2014 Christopher Wallace

The Daffodils

Apr 2014 Christopher Wallace

The Noose

The Daffodils

Serenity under the ripe lurid sun
The steady breeze of air
From the mountain peak
Created sublime hymns
of rebirth and restoration
And filled the chasm in my heart
Through and through

Enclosed in auroras majestic luminescence
Weightless and lionhearted
Unconstrained by trivialities
Of everyday obligations
I pondered on the authenticity
Of new found clarity

As I fed on the tantalizing
aroma of euphoria
I savoured each breath

When I emerged
From the picturesque surrounds
I prayed I had abandoned all my convictions
In the field of yellow stained daffodils.

Apr 2014 Christopher Wallace

Dry Land

Apr 2014 Christopher Wallace

The Noose

Dry Land

The wind is roaring
As though it wishes
To make a remark
Doused in mockery
All this rain never did wash away
The sadness in my bones

The waves are crashing
In disturbing intensity
Against the pearly white sands
Of the shore
The sea of melancholy
Whose waters I swim
Is calling my name
Yet again

All roads lead to ruin
But I would much rather
Traverse the wilderness of this life
On dry land.

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

My Love

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

E. E. Cummings

My Love

my love
thy hair is one kingdom
  the king whereof is darkness
thy forehead is a flight of flowers

thy head is a quick forest
  filled with sleeping birds
thy ******* are swarms of white bees
  upon the bough of thy body
thy body to me is April
in whose armpits is the approach of spring

thy thighs are white horses yoked to a chariot
  of kings
they are the striking of a good minstrel
between them is always a pleasant song

my love
thy head is a casket
  of the cool jewel of thy mind
the hair of thy head is one warrior
  innocent of defeat
thy hair upon thy shoulders is an army
  with victory and with trumpets

thy legs are the trees of dreaming
whose fruit is the very eatage of forgetfulness

thy lips are satraps in scarlet
  in whose kiss is the combinings of kings
thy wrists
are holy
  which are the keepers of the keys of thy blood
thy feet upon thy ankles are flowers in vases
  of silver

in thy beauty is the dilemma of flutes

  thy eyes are the betrayal
of bells comprehended through incense

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

I Like My Body When It Is With Your

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

E. E. Cummings

I Like My Body When It Is With Your

i like my body when it is with your
body. It is so quite new a thing.
Muscles better and nerves more.
i like your body. i like what it does,
i like its hows. i like to feel the spine
of your body and its bones,and the trembling
-firm-smooth ness and which i will
again and again and again
kiss, i like kissing this and that of you,
i like, slowly stroking the,shocking fuzz
of your electric furr,and what-is-it comes
over parting flesh….And eyes big love-crumbs,

and possibly i like the thrill

of under me you so quite new

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

I Will Wade Out

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

E. E. Cummings

I Will Wade Out

i will wade out
                        till my thighs are steeped in burning flowers
I will take the sun in my mouth
and leap into the ripe air
                                       Alive
                                                 with closed eyes
to dash against darkness
                                       in the sleeping curves of my body
Shall enter fingers of smooth mastery
with chasteness of sea-girls
                                            Will i complete the mystery
                                            of my flesh
I will rise
               After a thousand years
lipping
flowers
             And set my teeth in the silver of the moon

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

ALL IS FULL OF LOVE

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

Jasmine Martin

ALL IS FULL OF LOVE

The tree beings are beckoning me
To listen to the song
You whisper on this gentle day
Through their Indian summer leaves

I hear your voice
In the susurration of the stream
And see your colors
In the dewdrops at dawn

You’re the wind and the earth
You’re the bird in the sky
The flame of the candle on my desk

You smile at me through drifting clouds,
Through the wild flowers along my path
And we paint rainbows together

You are the infinite sparkles,
Diamonds on a timeless sea
The dance of sunlight and water
Is radiating your love

As you tickle my nostrils
With the smoke of Holy Wood
And emanate peace through Buddha eyes
I see and feel your presence
So tangible all around

You are the true peace warrior
A beacon for us all
Your shining light is guiding us
Through dark nights of the soul
And I hear your message,
Loud and clear, that
All is full of love

© Jasmine, September 2012

For my beloved sister Dax who is guiding me from the 'other side'

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

Soul Fractals

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

Jasmine Martin

Soul Fractals

My shattered soul is
Scattered throughout space and time
Infinite fractals -
Holographic pieces
Containing the Whole

I am stardust in a faraway galaxy
And the warming rays of the sun
The blade of grass on a meadow
Gently undulating in the breeze
The refreshing rain on an arid plane
And the tree that has seen it all
I am the mountain standing firm
In neutral observation
I am the waves on the water and
The teeming life within

I am the Sirian in human disguise
And the quantum of light -
A traveling photon shooting through
An ocean of emptiness
Heralding change

I see myself reflected
A thousand times
I read my words
In other poets’ poems and
Hear my song sung
By venerated voices
My hopes and dreams are
Imagined into reality
By actors calling themselves human
Unaware of their role on
The stage of life

I am the little girl
Scared to face the world
And the Amazon with eagle eyes
And heightened senses
Confident about my next move
The grandmother burdened
By a life of suffering
And the one crouching behind
The eyes of the beggar
Beholding the careless passerby
Who is
Oblivious of my existence

I am the ****** on the roof
The killer and the killed
The mother tenderly nursing my child
And the little boy lost in ecstasy
When I see the ocean
For the first time

I am the light
I am the dark
The poet and the poem
The muse of the painter
And the color on her brush
The blank canvas and
The piece of art
Everything and nothing
A paradox of the universe

So I am sending out
A magnetic pulse
Spreading love through all of existence
Thus calling my shattered pieces
Back to the
HEART

© Jasmine, Amsterdam, October 2013

Figuring out what I am ;-)

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

Concentric days

Mar 2014 Christopher Wallace

CA Guilfoyle

Concentric days

Tree rings, circling
spiraling to the sky
branches reach, cloudy entwined
summer swirling, silently
blossoms on the ground
tiny seeds planted
soft the rain seeps
without a sound

Leaves sway, decay
lay in the cold
all their days turn to dust
gone the reddest golds

Skies of white
awash in winter's grey
with warming light, snowflake
patterns will run and trickle in
the sun

days born of velvet green
layered buds, jeweled petals, encased within
resplendent colored fragrance
waiting in the wings
and so begins life's
sacred circling
again