Poems 1990
by John WorldPeace
Copyright 1970-2014 by John WorldPeace
Albuquerque, New Mexico USA
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Endless sky
and endless
sea
Come together
on a
horizontal plane
white capped waves
below
white puffed clouds
above
air
and water
no earth
or fire
Many lives
many days
come forth
one by one
My monotony
dulled brain
reaches through
the Void
for substantial
thoughts
of why
The sea
and sky
disappear
I have caught
my vivid dream
Away I go
to who knows
where
Away I go
that’s all
I care
John WorldPeace
90/02/20
3:00 P.M.
Red Gold Fish
crowd the
crimson sky
Polka dotted
clouds sail
uncharted courses
in and out
The sun
in its green
glamour
radiates
all in a
purple haze
Where is this
place that I
see
this place of
wrongful
brilliant
color
It is in the
recesses of my
mind
Maybe
Some coded
memory
or maybe
a reality
I once
knew
How full
tiny brain
of unremembered
things and
spaces
how full
must be
the Universal
whole
John WorldPeace
90/02/20
12:45 P.M.
In the pre-Spring
days of closing
Winter
I severed
A grape vine
in order
to move
a gate
Long and ever so long
had the vine
held fast
to the gate
that no one
cared to pass
I am a destroyer
of fences
within fences
I love to walk
long forgotten
ways
For seven days
now the vine
has cried
Its life’s blood
continues drop
by drop
to spill
upon the ground
and I cannot
ignore the
endless tears
that fall
one by one
from the severed vine
In time
the flow will stop
but maybe never
in my head
John WorldPeace
90/2/20
9:42 A.M.
The eternal sun
attempts to radiate
its heat
through the transient
Winter breeze
to warm my body
and enlighten my
soul
I reach out
for each ray of
heat
but the shield
of icy wind
holds me fast
to the cold
reality
I remain cold
as my thoughts
seek out
hot summer
days
The winter
clouds have momentarily
given way
to the radiant sun
and I am reminded
that the
Summer days
which expand
my soul
await
in the future
as well as in
the past
Transient
events
terminate
our visions
and send us
for a time
into cold
dark places
John WorldPeace
90/2/20
9:42 A.M.
I glide slowly
through the
tall pines
midnight or
later
I think
The cool damp
air
the almost
perfect silence
I see the moon
beam’s
faint shafts
of foggy
light
laying among
the dark
pines
It is a perfect
night
I am blessed
to be within
this piney
wood
at this
worshipful
moment
I move
in and out
among the
trees
left hand
touching one
right hand
another
and so on
and so on
along my
way
John WorldPeace
90/2/21
10:44 P.M.
Where do black
crows roost
on starlit
Winter
Nights
Do they sit isolated
on high thick
boughs
or side by side
lower down
what is their
vision in the night
what dreams
invade
their sleep
I doubt
I’ll ever know
I only know
they have invaded
my pre-nocturnal
vision
John WorldPeace
90/2/21
10:51 P.M.
The clinging vines
hold fast dead limbs
while the
March winds
sways them both
The tangled web
or ensnarling vines
reach out
to cloak
virgin limbs
The grand old tree
awaits its death
soon to come
for twenty years
or more the
relentless vines
have slowly
matted
their prey
I stand
and consider
a few swings
of a sharp
ax
I can kill
the grandfather
vine and save
the grandfather
tree
The winds blow
hard at my
back and
side
as I turn
and walk
away
John WorldPeace
90/2/22
4:36 P.M.
The Seed
The seed
preached a
sermon to
a congregation
of birds
Each one came
one by twos
and threes
to feed upon
the lesson of
the seed
“Come forth
each and all
and partake
until you
have your
fill
I am the
homogeneous
multitude
of life
sustaining”
One by one
they departed
to tend other
duties of
the day
Then soon
all
had gone
away
but not the
seed
for its bounty
was diminished
not
John WorldPeace
90/2/22
10:16 P.M.
The Sanctuary of Spring
Down the
valley of the
dark green
forest
lay the marble
columns of the
Time has
erased almost all
that once
here stood
the hour of
yesterday has passed
Up the hill
of reconciliation
I climb
To chance a
view down
the other side
Nothing
before me
lay
except
more forest
green and
brown
My eyes
cannot see
that which
the timeless
forest
has erased
from view
yet my spirit
well remembers
this forgotten
Sacred
ground
John WorldPeace
90/2/22
10:26 P.M.
The light of our
life
begins to dim
soon to fade out
We begin
to view our folly
a lifetime
of dreams
not yet come true
No matter
how hard we strive
no matter how great
the effort
The end of the
long path
leaves us standing
alone with
a view
of what could be
had time not
run out
At the end
of each day
we can hope
no more than
one tomorrow
We can not
visualize
the day after
tomorrow
Until
tomorrow night
Our biology
betrays us
and brings
down the
curtain of
life
as we stand
with perfect
vision of
what
one more
day could
bring
John WorldPeace
90/3/28
3:00 P.M.
Come now
my children and
touch my soul
that I may not
fade away
I am
traveling far
from the
door of reality
where you reside
in concrete
spaces
The walls you
touch of
earth and sky
no longer
blind my
wondering
soul
Come touch
me firmly
and travel forth
into my eyes
to grasp
my light
and bring
it
home
Use your
weight
to hold me
fast
for just a moment’s
Hello
I have come
to live
Where few men walk
and those
that do seldom
speak
I await your touch
and the heaviness
of that below
I await your touch
and the heaviness
of that below
Come that I
may feel your
love
and you
may feel
my soulJohn WorldPeace
90/3/29
2:39 A.M.
Lay me down
softly in a
deep bed
of fresh cut
Spring flowers
Lay me to rest
for a moment
on the
beauty of
the Mother
Earth
Caress my
white linen clad
body with
Heavenly scents
And surround it
with rich
pure color
Let the gentle
Spring breeze
caress my
soul
and gently
dislodge it from
its heavy home
Send me back
to my heavenly
light
on delicate
clouds of
Spring born
perfume
from joyous
colors of life
re-birthing
John WorldPeace
90/29/3 3:12 A.M.
The ubiquitous
grass snake
again makes
its presence
known
The dove has abandoned
her water logged
nest
The coastal breeze
blows change
on this cloudy
morning
The revelation
comes
the persecutor
wind
makes the coming
known
I look out
onto the horizon
preparing for
the tidal wave
of change
that is soon
to come
John WorldPeace
90/29/3
9:41 A.M.
Psalm 1
Happy are we who meditate
on the wonders of the universe
they are our delight
The magnificent beauty of creation
Our joy day and night
In all that we do
we know that
we are a glorious part
of God’s majestic All
John WorldPeace
90/6/12
8:18 A.M.
To Anatoly Grishchenko (Chernobyl)
I fly
An unremarkable
Path of death
Death below
radiates its
obscure nuclear missiles
into my
defenseless
body
The time has
come for which
I was born
The fatal
task to be
done
I expend
this temporary
portal
and breathe
my last
My day
is done
John WorldPeace
90/7/10
3:35 A.M.
The Christian Scientists
We live our life
of the inflexible
fear
We were lost
and the flock
took us in
We miss
our son
and our hearts
cry out in
unbearable pain
it was out
fear of the world
that led
us down
the path of endless
tears
Our fears
have become
our reality
Our tormented
souls cry
at the Savior’s
feet
The deed is done
our destiny
complete
Our peace
rests in each
others arms
Our knowing
in the
Universal
soul
John WorldPeace
90/10/7
The Rape
I was a Lamb
and he
the black
heart
He entered
my temple
and forever
scarred
my inner
sanctum
Within his soul
he retains
a stolen
part of
me
He lives in a
land
where I can
not go
Into the pages
of immortality
is written
his heinous
act
of which
I can not yet
let go
The days come and
go
His body now
Locked in a cement and
iron cell
And my pain
Locked inside
his dark
soul
John WorldPeace
90/07/10
I hear
the diverse voices
of billions
crying in
the nightmare
of their reality
Each has his
perception
of things
right and
wrong
and her scant hopes
of good things
to come
We have come
Too fat too fast
And we have
lost our God
along the
way
The infinite starry Heavens
rotate in silence
forever illuminating
the night sky
We look out
from this reality
lost
lost in the
confusion of
an inconceivable
tomorrow
I know
that sweet death
unveils the temporary
peace of
blissful Heaven
Yet now as
I write in
the early hours
of the night
reaching for
an anchor
in non-existent
stone
I beg to know
what is to be
and what to do
The answer
remains illusive
while whispering
“I am here”
It is
tomorrow
when the knowing comes
“What is happening”
I ask my soul
I say “speak”
to the silent
oracle
I return
to this pen
and paper
empty handed
and answer less
I reclaim an uneasy
Peace
knowing that
all is as it
should be
Knowing
that when the
trumpet sounds
and the bugler calls
My eyes will be opened
and my path
clearly shown
my destiny
unfolded
my life placed in sync
with the Great Tide
of Fate
and at long last
when the deeds
are done
and I rest
in exhaustion
after a hard task
done
for a brief
moment I shall
find peace
within these tired
old bones
Then I
shall fly to
that beautiful Light
from whence I
came
to merge
with old friends
once again
before I depart
to future realms
unknown and
unremembered John WorldPeace
90/09/14
10:15 P.M.
Midnight comes
and I awaken
from an illusive
dream
the nature quietness
of the woods
beckons me
to walk
the darkened
earth
I pull on my
boots and
move
naked into
the star filled
abyss
Down the lane
I go
careful to avoid
extended limbs
with sticky
spider traps
below
The earth
beckons me
to lay
upon its
lap
and the Heavens
call me outward
into space
I dare not
lay down
for the earth
crawls with
little horrors
both real and
imagined
I tilt my head
and cast my eyes
far into the
infinite Universe
I look
Into the magnificent
realm of the distant
worlds and other
eyes tracing
back
My mind
awaits a message
from my soul
I await
the knowing
that called
me from
my sleep
I merge into
the mystic
night
and explore
one pace at a
time
under the vibration
of never ending
light
Soon my eyes
began to burn
for sleep
and I return
to the security
of my bed
My conscious
has gathered
the obscure
message
and now gives way
to that other realm
where all things
are known
but only
minutely remembered
John WorldPeace
90/15/09
2:44 A.M.
I sense the
barriers between
life and death
disappearing like
an overcast
sky opening
to the radiating
Sun
I contemplate
the time
when I shall
see minute
realities
simultaneously
And I wonder
if I will disappear
or just go
crazy
John WorldPeace
90/09/15
2:50 A.M.
The city lights
have begun to
trespass on
this rural
earth
high above
the airline routes
are clearly
visible on
the Heavenly
bowl of
night
the earth
is no longer
large
It is small and
getting smaller
I can no longer
be alone
because my kind
continuously makes
their presence
known
I remember
the virgin earth
and I long
to be alone
John WorldPeace
90/09/15
2:58 A.M.
To all you
lonely people
of the earth
I say “Hello”
I come
to greet you
and tell you
of things to
come
The glorious days
are at the door
the time of
things fulfilled
upon the
earth
I come to remind
you that even after
great events
comes the
anticipation
of things
to come
John WorldPeace
90/09/15
3:06 A.M.
Silent night
tiny cats
alight
Mystic night
a Harvest
moon burning
bright
Starry night
other world’s
pinhole light
Sleepless night
second sight
John WorldPeace
90/09/15
12:45 A.M.
Golden leaves
set sail
on Autumn’s
breeze
Flickering down
toward the
speckled pond
Tiny ships
set sail
across a
blue green
sea
Aimlessly swirling
and resting
lightly
here and
there
The annual
dying
has begun
John WorldPeace
90/09/15
12:55 A.M.
The forest trail
lays silent
and vaguely
masked by
Autumn’s leafy
Shower
Crisp
and rustling
leaves dances
ahead, behind
and side to
side
I stand
entranced
by what
I see
Familiar sights
Of year’s past
Repeating
I suspended
for a moment
thinking
blank thoughts
somewhere between
a moment past
and a moment yet to come
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:00 A.M.
Love
alights on
the most
common things
a solitary
rose passing
from hand to
hand
From a perfectly beautiful
monotonous rose
comes as a simple
emotion purely
given
from heart
to heart
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:07 A.M.
Pure white salt
and pure white sugar
lay upon
the dusty ground
A world far
away
and unnoticed
lays monumental
inside my
vision
The pure
white granules
hold fast my
gaze
While my
mind races at
the speed of
light to
understand why
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:17 A.M.
I have been
a vehicle
for life
still living
Children of my
body breath
in undefined
spaces
as I breathe
in mine
From whence
and whom
have I come
I do not
know
How many
of my fathers
and mothers
from eons
past
would even
be curious
about the me
of their
long, long ago
copulating act
I am but
a link
in a long
long chain
that had no
beginning
but may
one day
end
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:24 A.M.
The monotony
of everlasting
brings forth
into my day dreams
visions that
I will never
truly
see
but shall
experience
just the
same
I ride
forever these
trains of
delusion
Day in
and day out
I ride
going toward
everywhere
coming from
nowhere
day in
day out
night in and
and out
I ride
taking the
least I
can
and humbly offering
to ease
one pain
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:33 P.M.
Why do
We search
So hard
for a tangible
God
We are
that which
we seek
it can be
no other
way
Why not
play the
God we
seek
and give
one tiny gift
to one
unasking
soul
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:38 A.M.
I do not
live by bread
alone
But by
the grace
of the
multitude
of unseen
forces
which nourish
me with
their
perfect
giving
the bliss
of their
perfect light
permeates
my being
and makes
me cry
when I consider
how seldom everyday
I remember
Them
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:47 A.M.
Today
I planted
trees
while my
neighbors
builded blinds
to murder deer
I made
a commitment
to life
and they
to death
I make
no judgment
nor offer any
prayers or
pleas
I simply
wonder
why
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
1:52 A.M.
I am
a keeper
of the light
I am
a light
within
this place
My name
may never
be well-known
and my life
not forth
the mention
But I will
live this life
just the same
I will be true
to my inner
flame
For when I no
longer walk
these halls
with friend
and foe
I shall
yet walk
them with
my undying
self
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
2:07 A.M.
I hear the
bells from
church steeples
ringing
A call
to my attention
a remainder
of something
about to
happen
I look up
at the sun
and wipe
by brow
my hoe
cradled in
my arm
I momentarily
visit the future
where I
find myself
reflecting
on this
past
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
11:50 A.M.
The silent
clock
reminds me
that within
the space of
minutes
the morning will
be divided
from the
afternoon
A clock in every room
reminds me that
I am racing
toward my
non-existence
Time calls my conscious mind
to look behind
to see the scant
thoughts I have
recorded
for the one or two
of the future
who may welcome
my words and
acts
as a moments minute confirmation
of their path
John WorldPeace
90/09/16
11:55 A.M.
Each day
I go out
and worship
in the open
field
I await
in the early
morning silence
for answers
to unconsciously
questions
the meadow
is alive
with the
magnificent variety
of earthborn
energies
All
lives in harmony
the harmony
of death
as well as
life
Only modern man
is an
abomination
he kills and destroys
not for hunger or need
but only as
escape
from monotonyJohn WorldPeace
90/09/17
11:24 A.M.
I am the
earth and it
is I
a little life
amid the
many billions
of lives
and lifeless
matter
I can fell
the lonely
tree begin
its decline
not from
natural causes
but from
unnatural man
the refined poisons
cloud the air
and Eden
recedes
What is being
wrought upon
the earth
and why
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
10:31 A.M.
The earth
cries out in
her mortal
pain
for her dead
and dying children
We charge
into the desert
night
one day
at a time
We watch
with irreverent
eyes at the
earth’s renewing
and believe
that it will
always be so
In the universal plan
the death of this
or that planet
is of little
consequence
We die
after a few
short years
and move on
to other
infinite dimensions
So why care
about this
temporary place
why give it
a second
thought
We have won
the battle against
nature
the war which
our forefathers
waged for
life or
death
But now
in our victory
we do not
make peace
with the conquered
Earth
we continue to
rape and pillage
looking not
from our
vicious ways
To that
bald ad desolate
land which will
soon manifest
as our
precious
Earth
we continue to
rape and pillage
looking not
from our
vicious ways
To that
bald and desolate
land which will
soon manifest
as our
precious
Earth
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
10:50 A.M.
I am a
warrior for
the Earth
Yet I will not
kill to preserve
her
My only
weapons are my
words
my only sword
a pen
I shall
shout and cry for life
from the
desolate lands
of once
green forests
I am a
warrior for the each
marching alone
I am nothing
in the ever lasting
all
and soon
I shall disappear
But let no one
say in momentary
remembrance of
my passing
That I didn’t
try to save
this beautiful
Earth
John WorldPeace
90/09/17: 11:00 A.M.
The yellow flower
of the field
has no eyes
yet I know
that it is
completely
aware
of each and every
energy that
my physical
eyes perceive
Its roots
dig into the
earth
and the earth
carries the vibration
of other
diggers
and trodders
I am aware
of more that
I see
My eyes
simply focus
and I illuminate
that which
is seen
I consequently
live in a
finite
world
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
11:36 P.M.
I walk
my naked
body
into the
night
seeking answers
from the
stars
I can not
in truth
frame the
question
And I only
know I have
the answer
when I
feel
better
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
11:39 P.M.
In the natural
environment
devoid of
house and
car
I find that
I have loosed
the grip I
once had
on metaphysical
meanderings
the limitless
night sky
dwarfs me
and the psychic
journeys for
escape
do not
function
outside
the man-made
city
a short look
at the night
reveals all
things unknown
and welcomes
my body
mind and soul
back into the
infinite Heaven
from whence
I came
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
11:55 P.M.
When I consider
all the different
cultures
upon the
earth
I wonder
how they shall
ever be
truly one
What will be
the tie that
blinds
What words
will bring
peace
upon the
Earth
John WorldPeace
90/09/18
12:01 A.M.
I watch the deer
graze quietly
in the last
light of a
scorching day
The slowly
move along the
forest’s edge
nervous in their
quit beauty
I momentarily
flash to the
concrete city
and consider
my peers
who are
just now
arriving home
to their sterile
city boxes
in metal
cars
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
9:32 A.M.
Life is so boring
that we pursue
the things
that we
do not
want
The pursuit is the
relief from boredom
and not the
thing pursued
It is hard
to be at ease
to relax in the
lap of peace
The nature of man
drives him to places
he has never seen
and probably
has no need
to go
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
9:35 A.M.
The speed of light
hummingbird
gathers
nectar in
the early
morning
light
Each day he
comes to the
ever blooming
four o’ clocks
I do not
know the location
of his roost
and I do not know
where he spends
the balance
of his day
I only know
that I can
see him each
morning
drinking from
the nectarine
flower
cups
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
9:45 A.M.
Comes now
the silent
night
to cool
the soul after
a long
embattled
day
My tired
body rests
in an ancient
chair held together
by wire
and prayer
The day is done
The abnormal
sunlight
no longer
hides the
Universal night
Home is the
darkness of
the night
Home is the
dark spaces
between light journeys
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
10:15 A.M.
I take my
hoe and rake
and begin to
prepare the
cemetery of
the seed
I carefully
cut each clod
and lay the
ground
roughly smooth
The explosive
seed waits
in small
unmarked
bags
I am a part time
tiller of the soil
and today
the call
has come
to plant
John WorldPeace
90/09/17
10:19 A.M.
The wasp
kills the
spider
and drags
its body
to the
mud cocoon
The soft
spider body
dangles
lifeless
legs
and I strangely
morn its
fate
Two creatures
dreaded by
most humans
have fought
and one
has died
The death of
either is a
minute victory
both creatures
are a feared by man
I can not
help but consider
the heated life
and death battle
that was
waged
I can not
help but
consider
the violence
of death
This is the way
of the Earth
never ending death
forever change
Battles less primitive
fought each second
of each moment
We kill our fellow man
as naturally
as the wasp
has murdered
the spider
John WorldPeace
90/09/18
9:20 A.M.
The divine hand
comes from the
etheric Heaven
and touches me
only
never absent
only ignored
I have returned
to my roots
I have come back
to the old familiar
teachings
I have come
to a place
where the ground
is permeated
with fundamental
emotional
non-intellectual
faith
I have returned
home without
truly knowing
that I was called
I came and found
something other
than my
past
I have not yet
reconciled my
past with
my present
I have journeyed
only to journey
home
I like almost
all who have
come before me
have fought against
myself
I have not
been true
to what
I am
The road of destiny
has no end
but many
crossroads
cut each path
I must release
the rest of my ego
to the universal
God whose
son I
know
I have no answers
and I am blind
to what will
be
Yet in these
late hours
I commit to do
his will
No more than Faith asks
as bet I understand
I submit
to that Divine Will
They will
be done
John WorldPeace
90/09/18 11:11 P.M.
The yellow
sun beams
bright in
the blue sky
Together
they radiate
the green of the
new born
Earth
My red blood
boils psychic
orange in
the midday
sun
Then the
Indigo nights
blankets
all
John WorldPeace
90/09/19
10:06 P.M.
I live
In a cubic
dark earth
brown
house
Square windows
and rectangle
doors
let it enter
and let it
leave
Log cylinders
support the
mud walls
The sun
bakes my
house
hard
And for a time
I am separated
I am contained
in an unnatural
space
John WorldPeace
90/09/19
10:12 P.M.
The thunder Head
climbs high
and mighty
in the
twilight sky
It’s power is great
and within it’s great
inner hall
natural fire
ignites
I click
my fire sticks
one to the
other
Calling the
silent electrical
fire to
flash about
the mighty
one
I click click click
click click click
my fires ticks
and I feel
the magnificent
energy build
Then at the
proper moment
I bend down
and drum
my sticks
on the sacred
bone
and thunder
rolls
across
the landscape
toward my transient home
The sacred bone
The rolling thunder
Big medicine
Big thunder
John WorldPeace
90/09/21
1:17 A.M.
The darkened
hour comes
when all
men
await the
light
The last curtain
comes down
then is lifted
up
The sun burns
orange pink
fire on
gray clouds
and day
breaks
The last fires
of Hell
turn gray
ash
Glory Hallelujah
The children
shall see war
no more
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:25 A.M.
I find three
blind kittens
in the eave
of the old
house
the mother looks on as
I reach in
my hand
and gently
remove
them
to my
breast
I make
them a new
home and
await
the mother
but she
comes not
soon
she has been
too long
wild
Later
as I begin
to leave
she comes
and caresses
my leg
Her psychic
and mine
have merged
I feed her
tasty food
and creamy
milk
she eats
until
she can
no more
I lay her down
the ancient
renewal
I experience
the miracle
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:32 P.M.
The pear trees
is in partial
bloom
No matter
that it is
early Fall
I witness
a partial
miracle
a good omen
of more
to come
I came to
this place
in late
Summer
and Spring
came again this
Fall
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:37 P.M.
The old grove
whistles
the sounds
of hoards
of bees
swarming
The wind
of the other
world blows
mystic
thoughts
Who are they
that try to
speak
I do not
know
They make
their presence
known
but they
do not
tell me
“No”
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:43 P.M.
The Crow clans
gather here and
there on
the land
They sing their
rough caws
and keep
a wary
eye
They are
mystic silhouettes
in the sky
among the trees
and on the
ground
they are as smart
as we
they always
keep their
distance
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:46 P.M.
Turtles die
in the same slow
silence in
which they live
They die
here and there
among the
trees and
along the
banks of creeks
Gathering hickory nuts
I noticed
an abandoned
shell beneath
a berry vine
An empty shell
The only witness to
the life
that slowly
decayed
As it had
slowly lived
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:51 P.M.
I plant my
seeds in
neatly
cultivated rows
I am
afraid
the earth
has died
so I bury
my little seeds
To hopefully
witness
that the magnificent
Earth still
lives
still gives
The tiny
green sprouts
assure me
that all
is well
and I am
not too late
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:57 P.M.
I walk
the shore
by a strange
red sea
with purple-black
sands of
powdered gold
My pale blue
robe glistens
two moons’
pale light
I am
on the dark
side of the
planet
YAWL
Forever revealed
by two moon’s
pale light
the water
rustles on
the silent
serpentine
shore
under one and many moons
The colors
of land and sea
sky and Universe
harmonize my
transient soul
I am a walker
of many lands
and a traveler of all
dimensions
I am an ancient one
taking time to consider
the flow of the
great harmonic
tide
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
3:54 A.M.
Today I took
a life in a
sanctioned war
I sent
a warrior
to the distant
shore
Who was he
I do not
consciously
know
It was only
his pure soul
flowing from
his dying
eyes
that I remembered
from before
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
3:58 A.M.
The beautiful flowers
of soft velvet
blue
gently flow
among their
kin
The beauty
suspends me
in this
glorious flow
The never-ending
waves of gentle
breezes
whisper to
my soul
and I remember
the wildflowers
that once
adorned the
planet Earth
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
04:07 A.M.
I am an earthman
a trillion light
miles from
homeI am the furthest
extension of my
Mother Earth
into the
night of
space
I am GAIA’s
son
I am the universe’s
Grandson
And the great grandson
of the
Great God All
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
4:12 A.M.
Night comes
and the land
returns
to primitive times
Those human
avoiding creatures
who have adapted
venture forth
into the
night
Man has conquered
almost all there is
but not the
night
Man will always
be a creature
of the light
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
04:19 A.M.
Sweet beauty’s delight
caressed by the tender
light
You trespass
on my dream vision
Your luscious body
clothed by
the silver
mist
takes me
from my
concentrated pursuits
of a curious
Universe
and slams
my being into
your fleshy
bliss
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
4:30 A.M.
A solitary cloud
manifests its
fragile whiteness
in the morning
blue sky
the brown hawk
sails below
and glides beyond
and back
one cloud
one hawk
in an endless
blue void
I walk
alone
in tall grass
on the wood’s edge
The dynamic
energies both
mobile and
still
crows me so
that I can
not move
without treading
on some virgin
life
The hawk and
cloud seem to
fill the
empty sky
But I am alone
upon the
crowded
earth
John WorldPeace
90/09/24
10:50 A.M.
The spider
webs from
tree to tree
and tree
to ground
Each and every
night he comes out
from his
daytime hiding
He builds
his sticky
snare to catch
a tasty
prey
All night
he gathers
or all night
he waits
All day
he hides
for fear of
hungry birds
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
10:57 A.M.
Each morning
I thread the
dewy land
A mile or two
or three
virgin pasture
meadow and wood
I traverse
Picking up
a hickory nut
a rock
or piece of
petrified wood
I exercise my body
And free my soul
I embrace
the earth
and become
no more I cut a few
wildflowers
to grace
my cubic
home
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
11:04 A.M.
I am old
for my
years
A life of eighty
years spans
only four hundred
and eighty months
There have been
climaxes plenty
and valleys
few
Now is the time
for flowing
and the
truth that
flowing
brings
I have been
my own God
I have taken
my destiny by force
I have gone
where I wanted
to go
as the Universe
continued on in
silence
unaware of my part
cognizant only of its
whole
All that is
flows and
rolls along
while I try
to drift
with closed
eyes
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
11:15 A.M.
I have laid
down the double ax
of offense and
defense
I can no longer
cut with its
singing edges
I have become passive
and only seldom
consider the
rusting blade
I rest
in contemplation
of the coming cold
and vow to pick
up sticks for
heat
Rather then maim
Or kill with
the hungry
steel
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
11:22 A.M.
Twenty cardinals
beneath the
ancient oak
they chatter
and gather
together
to communicate
some red bird
news
or to elect
a king
they disband
as I approach
I turn
and go
another
way
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
11:28 A.M.
The theater
of the land
stages endless
shows
the color change
of leaves to
the cawing
of the crows
I am an audience
of one
going here and there
applauding
everyone
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
11:31 A.M.
I hear
when there
is no sound
I see
what is
not
really there
Each and everyday
infinite
sights and sounds
impact upon my senses
To believe
that everything
I see
is there
Would make
me perfect
Which I am not
John WorldPeace
90/09/25
12:10 A.M.
I walk among
the children
of many
long away
Each new
plant and creature
casts its seed
upon the
Earth
and then departs
Some are successful
for a time and
some for only
a short
time
Eventually
everything is gone
either by the
death of all
its kind
or by mutations
which break
the unbroken
chain
John WorldPeace
90/09/30
11:05 A.M.
Who is this fellow
from the night
who knows all
of that
which the
blind do
not see
He is a voice
of the void
words of blessing
freely given
He lovingly gives
the healing
hand
And walks
the lighted
path
from house
to house
with mystic
love forever offered
John WorldPeace
90/10/01
1:40 A.M.
I reach out to the
distant Sun and
ask what behind
this veil
comes giving
and why
I do not know
why all do not see
I simply do not
know why
children of the
same light
can not both
remember
John WorldPeace
90/10/01
1:45 A.M.
We can never know
the secrets of the night
or comprehend
the light of
day
We can only
march through
endless days
and sacred nights
realizing only that
which presents itself
each moment
about all the rest
we need not
wonder
John WorldPeace
90/10/01
1:58 A.M.
The late night fog
materializes in
dampness
The air is heavy
and my bones
chill in the
eerie night
The sky has fallen
Clouds lay
upon the ground
allowing me to fly
in the sun filled
night
as my body
reclines on
autumn leaves
totally awake in
deep
sleep
John WorldPeace
90/10/01
2:04 A.M.
Two little bunnies
in a sea of Love
A thousand hearts
surround little
bunny love
A thousand little
hearts overwhelm
reality
No matter
what slings
and arrows
this life
serves up
We have each
other and
our
bunny little
Heaven
Days will come
and go
as they
always do
And one day
we shall
travel
to distant
shores
But this little
picture of
our love
shall linger
beyond our
years
And bring an emotional
knowing
to those who
destiny allows
to see
Each time
you fear
or become
ill
or lose a
little faith
Look upon
this little
beacon
of total love
Let it bathe
you in its
everlasting
light
Experience the
love of me
for you
It matters
not that
we have
but a
little room
Our love
shall fill
the house
It matters
not where
we may
be
Our love
shall always
reside
In our private
little heaven
John WorldPeace:90/10/20
The morning sun
beams the
opaque fog
golden
as it lays
next to the
trees on the
edge of
the meadow
My boots
are soaked
through
with the
fog’s brother
the dew
as I walk
the awakening
earth
Every morning
day
evening and
night
The magnificent
Earth delights
my senses
with its
natural
beauty
The far off city
fast approaches
the sacred
Primeval
land
I am
in constant
worship
at Nature’s
ever beautiful
altar
As my
brothers and
sisters
build great
cities
and complexly
refined civilizations
John WorldPeace
90/11/01
4:15 A.M.
All Saints Day
I will not
kill the
wildlife
that beautifies
the earth
Yet
what am I to
do with the
refugee dogs
that have
escaped the
city
they cannot
fend for
themselves
and their
temperament
is unknown
They trespass
on what their
ancestors and
contemporary brothers
wolves and
coyotes
call home
The poor souls
come uninvited
looking for
room and
board
and they are not
ashamed of their
plight
Difficult answers
sometimes come
tomorrow
John WorldPeace
90/11/01
4:30A.M.
The ghosts
of the ancient ones
March in
sheets of rain
Close ranks
pass through
the meadow
below
They whip
tree tops
and bend
long grass
Some think
it is the wind
but I know
better
because I have
my dreams
and they
never lie
John WorldPeace
90/11/03
7:16 P.M.
The Harvest Moon
in a Halloween
sky
the eve of
All Saints
Day
The coyotes
cry
The earth
and its many
wonders
man and his
many visions
I traverse
the heavens
above
and walk the earth
below
And in my sleep
I travel
the dimensions
of forever
more
John WorldPeace
90/11/03
7:22 P.M.
After reading “Siege” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I too gather
rock and shells
and balls of
stone and glass
and death
awaits forever
as an open
door
I fondle
the little
treasures
with my tangible
hands and etheric
mind
From the perspective
Of
deaths dimensions
I contemplate
the me
that everyone sees
John WorldPeace
90/11/03
7:45 P.M.
After reading “God’s World” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
The earth
I love
I hold
so dear
I fade away
in Fall
and burst forth
in Spring
My spirit
holds fast to
my earthly
body
experiencing the
perfect beauty
of the Earth
season after All
Yet my self
if of finer
dust
So that I can never
be a part of
this real
Earth
John WorldPeace
90/11/03
7:56 P.M.
After reading “Afternoon on a Hill”
By Edna St. Vincent Millay
I hover
caressing flowers
in the sky blue
meadow light
I am
ten thousand
petals and
nectar and
perfume
I am
the bordering
cliffs and
clouds
and rain
I experience
the wind bending
grass in waves
of green
and yellow
green
I am the grass
I am the
breeze
I am the earth
I am me
My body lives
with its kind
in artificial
man made light
that shines
upon my
head
while my
mind is
away
John WorldPeace
90/11/03
8:09 P.M.
After reading “Sorrow” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
What is sorrow
what is joy
Can there be pain
in a child’s
toy
All that is
has been before
and comes again
but nothing is careless
not even the
rain
Lighting claps
and thunder rolls
and sometimes
raindrops fall
But sooner or later
comes back the sun
and from the
tears of sorrow
comes the
Spring
John WorldPeace
90/11/04
9:26 A.M.
After reading “Tavern” by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Two gray eyes
of ancient days
did walk with
me in yesterday
I was new upon
the earth
and he
was an
ancient traveler
of light
Long journeys
did I take
with him
over the cow
meadows
of this plane
Just he and I
and forever sky
We journeyed long
never tiring
we walked of truth
and love and
understanding
Wisdom was
his essence
knowledge was
his love
and I just a boy
then held his
spirit close
and learned some
of what he knew
Many many days
have slowly
and quickly past
and I have now
journeyed home
In the fields and
meadows of another
place I have
returned to his
loving hands
John WorldPeace
90/11/05
11:18 P.M.
After reading “Ashes of Life”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Sometimes love
and sometimes not
Human love
it comes
it goes
and in its going
leaves its
empty pain
In my youth
I foresaw the pain
and issued children
without names
who in my hours
of greatest need
were always there
with the steadfast
unbroken love
of sons and daughters
for an empty father
John WorldPeace
90/11/05
11:30 P.M.
After reading “Kin to Sorrow”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
I am not kin
to Sorrow but
she well knows
my name
How many times
has she visited
I can not say
I want to say
I knew her not
But that would
be untrue
Because I remember
well her enduring
presence
for years on end
When I traveled
the toilers’s road
and dreamed of
the Angel’s
Hell
John WorldPeace
90/11/05
11:37 P.M.
After reading “The Shroud”
by Edna St. Vincent Millay
Crimson clothes
I wear
of burgundy
blood
Only my brother
the cardinal likewise
clothes himself
in scarlet
red
My clothes cotton
his of feathers
my body heavy
his light
When the day
of death visits
his pompous crest
on some cold ground
he shall lay in
his shroud
of red
But I shall lay
cold and naked
in a box of natural wood
and galvanized nails
John WorldPeace
90/11/05
11:48 P.M.
Fuzzy white bunny
with pink inner
ears
and paisley egg
between your paws
Oh hind fest
you rest
forever offering
your cotton
egg
From your side
protrudes the key
to the song
that is your
soul
I wind your
mechanical box
and receive love
from your
musical notes
When my transient
days are done
You will surely linger
for a while
to sing your
only song
to the one I love
to my sweet
Kay
Then much later
for a while
you shall
give your
song
perhaps to some
now unborn
child
Your music
shall caress
all those who
twist
your
key
But my memory
shall be forever
locked inside
your harmonious
soul
My touch
unnoticed on
your key
John WorldPeace
90/11/12
08:19 A.M.
Large white sheets
billow from
Summer clothes
lines
Black clannish
crows come
to inspect
a sight
long passed
from modern
homesA few brief caws
and off they
go
but not before
they leave
their dirty
remark
John WorldPeace
90/11/12
08:37 A.M.
Roses and snow
in brilliant sun light
red yellow and white
Coals and ashes
the dark of night
Evergreen trees
and green awakening
Spring
Love and life
one day at a
time
breathing in
day
breathing out
night
The universal song
singing
John WorldPeace
90/11/18
05:15 A.M.
I sing an
ecstatic song
of life on earth
and Universal
knowing
I drink life up
I celebrate my
consciousness
I know God
and He is
All There Is
I merge into His
magnificence
I birth Universes
In His realm
He smiles
at my
exhilaration
I glorify
in His infinite
beauty
accepting his
unconditional
Love
John WorldPeace
90/11/18
05:50 A.M.
I thank you
poets of the
past
and writers
and speakers
of the present
for a special word
or catalytic phase
from which I spring
into the perfect
peace
I thank Nature
for the beauty
and the Universe
for the infinite
Heavens
for starts
and the magnificent
manifestations of starts
The word of
man and woman
The symbol of
Universal nature
I thank you for your gifts
John WorldPeace
90/11/18
05:59 A.M.
I am a fool
on Heaven’s highway
where each step
is an intersection
of infinite
endless paths
in time and
space
I go
as my fancy
dictates
I know no fear
as I travel
the perfect
Universe
I go to places
they say Angels
fear to tread
I the Fool
curiously walk in
I exit with
a knowing
and an experience
of knowing
I am the
fearless Fool
I’ll travel
to my fancy’s
end
I’ll casually go
down the dark
halls that give
you pause
I exit the future
at every step
and tell
tales
of my travels
to the curious
and the fearful
and to the
apathetic masses
Who wait
on each side
of the door
John WorldPeace
90/11/18
06:15 A.M.
I watched
the hungry fire
read a book
It devoured
the unremarkable tome
pages by pages
turning each
black
then vaporizing
them
What a voracious
reader
the fire Its memory
must be total
for in the
reading
the pages
disappear
I write words
that I retrieve
from the intangible
space
and one day
all too soon
the fire
will return
them
to the place
from where
I borrowed
them
John WorldPeace
90/11/23
08:09 P.M.
The friendly fire
consumes the
past which
I feed it
I travel the endless
path day to day
leaving multitudes
of evidence
of where I’ve
been
Like a comet
I burn through
this life
with a tail
of useless following
trash
Which rots or
burns as fast
as I advance
And when my light
goes out
my tail of trash
will soon
follow
and I will truly be
no more
John WorldPeace
90/11/23
08:17 P.M.
The coo-coo clock
beats its tick tock
against the
silent morning
wall
The clock that was a gift
from the mother of
the adult child
whose life I
saved
The tick tock
is the symbolic
heartbeat
reminding me
of that life
I have a grandson
and four children
whose heartbeats
were birthed in
love
The coo-coo clock
beats its tick tock
against the
silent morning
wall
and I remember
the life I saved
and the ones
I began
John WorldPeace
90/11/25
06:45 A.M.
After reading “ I am an old horse”
by my son Brian
I am an old horse
Trapped behind a new-old fence
I long for the freedom
of the range
yet out there
I am trapped
Inside my skin
My soul attached
within flesh and bone
I am also
trapped on this planet
and in this galaxy
and in this Universe
So it matters not
the fence
for I am always
trapped behind the
eyes through
which I see
Freedom is only a
matter of degree
And If I truly seek
freedom
I must close my
eyes and refuse
to dream
John WorldPeace
90/12/13
06:50 P.M.
The moonlight
sparkles the evening fog
into silver glitter
The silhouette trees
and rolling land
surround the
squabowl
I am the hunter
returning from
my deadly
vigil
I have stalked
death
I have sought to
separate body
and soul
Flesh kills flesh
so that souls may
meet
The sacred hunt
the mystical fog
the silvery moon
the sacred
journey home
The eire night
recalls my eternal
abode
The solitary planet
orbiting the burned
out sun
The giant canopy
of carved shell
protects the
artifacts
of my immortal
being
Journey long
journey long
I deftly move
from life to
Life
The year
four billion
542.035.001
by the days
of this planet
earth
The billions more
of years to come
before the collapse
before th
the
blink that
leaps me
into
another birthing Universe
Flow on
ancient wave
of infinite
time and space
flow on
flow on
flow on
and on
I am your rider
and God your maker
The time soon
comes in infinite
time when
I must report
face to face
again
To God
John WorldPeace
90/12/28
09:31 A.M.
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