River, Meet the Sun Ray (a poem by Cecil)

From the point of Origin,

across the lonesome void I’m hurled
Seeking, Sun Ray, quickly runs
beyond to this green world.
And only with some eye to see, is there blue, surrounded me
through moisture called by trees, carried on a song of breeze
to move through dust, into clouds’ tease
and find you, River, touch the seas.

Before this world that’s come to be

the moon and I did love;
while gentle light speed, arrive I
hide and seek, she drifts above.
Her gravity of presence slides yon shoreline waters to their tides
and takes me, waxing, waning sights to visit Hidden-From-The-Nights.

Swift feet reach, red pebble toe
it’s not to tell you where to go
that I shine on you, River low.
Just, follow now your Nature- flow.

Since discovery, reflect I back
uncovering you, along your track
recover the view that brings you back, reflect on you, beyond the black.

Among the glades reaches your pools, from early in your streams.
You need no worry, where you start – I wonder, how?
The River dreams.

Fallen limbs may bar your presence-
stagnate you, but not for long.
Full and true, gather your essence-
Find yourself where you belong.

Punch and kick where you must run
resolving in a gentle splash;
soft and yielding, yet with pressures
caught in a tight pocket- smash!

As I touch your surface, sparkle, free, we meet, a warming glance;
laughing, life within you, swims
and stirrings, deep inside you, dance.

Near you, happy, Sun Ray swift
meet your surface, feelings lift;
through the rocky shoals, you sift-
receiving, I can feel you shift.

Life, a circle, living weather
brought us, like two hands together. I’m inspired,
spontaneous, to whisper of illumination
kept for you, behind this cloud, your curious anticipation.

I cleared my mind, for in my rays,
I hint at secrets, joyful soul.
Gently, I can sense your maze
you run- but River, I see you whole.

Carry with you, now a feather
from the wing of one who soars.
Were you cheered, this shine, together?
Ever, River, freely roar.

Cecil Disharoon 12/zen/18

Flying in Dreams: Integr8d Soul's Drifter (Skyward) by C Lue

I never plan to write a song, you know?


Drifter (Skyward)

I stopped to say good bye to a recent friend we’d made
we took a book of Batgirl comics, which on her bed she laid
her dreams of knowledge started, her things moved in the castle
it’s time to leave the castle now, so was it worth the hassle?

I went out to the flying craft, gave everyone a wave at length
it’d be so quick to pilot home, hang on and use my arm’s strength
and then I pushed the throttle forward, wheels rushed off the ground
then floating a-bove I waved at the students all around

Enough of all this scenery, and back to my machinery
I drifted to my next goodbye, he wasn’t one for hugs
but he’d seemed a friend so good enough we’d talk of Italy
I raised my machine high enough to stay above the trees

Drifter leaning skyward
it’s beautiful, you can take my word
you feel surrounding elements, you are so unprotected
but we just might fly to everywhere if we can stay connected

And there below inside the park, I saw you my best friend
playing ball with a child and family she lifted up her chin
I guided down my drifter to four point alight below
and I asked have you seen everyone I know it’s time to go
You said I wish we’d stayed to be the graduation ceremony
I knew you meant you hope it pays that a bachelor’s work’s not phony
we’d have a few hours to glide, we shouldn’t plan our stops
we might not make them all in time, then our friends might call the cops

to see if we had crashed in our dream drifter headed east
perhaps we’ll just surprise someone if we communicate the least
it’d keep us off the Internet, it’s too much information
when our dream’s to launch our flyer and glide all over the nation

Drifter leaning skyward
it’s beautiful, you can take my word
you feel surrounding elements, you are so unprotected
but we just might fly to everywhere if we can stay connected

So hang on to my drifter, and our wings will catch the wind
I can’t promise riches, places we won’t see again
and I hope the flight is worthy, for it’s cost me everything
but my time, and that, I’ll pay to climb on hopeful, steady wings

we’ll leave the campus quickly, once we push the throttle down
and we might need jobs that aren’t so much, we might need other towns
but where we go, we’ll always talk, and speed to skies above
so long as this craft can hold up, invention spreads the love

We fly with ease within our dreams, without a fear of heights
in this drifter we will travel light, above the city nights
some might want to fly like us, a few might help the way
we can make ground life more bearable, though misery might stay

The weather in this drifter may make travel incomplete
repairs require honesty and dollars that compete

Drifter leaning skyward
it’s beautiful, don’t just take my word
we feel surrounding elements, we are so unprotected
but we just might fly to everywhere if we can stay connected

Flyers high within our minds, in vivid dream’s pretend
but I know what’s real and beautiful, is making one best friend
Drifter bracing skyways
navigate the by-ways
soaring over high-ways
floating high again

Drifter bracing skyways
navigate the by-ways
soaring over high-ways
floating high again Cecil Disharoon/ Lue Lyron 8/23 11:05am

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become justice

When, troubled, I awakened
Finding myself stuck in the past
Wrestling with forgiveness
To subdue a cry within---
The woman who shared my burden
Who saw my truth discarded
Ripped in two and thrwon away
By a hot headed lying representative of the system,
She reminded me there is truth inside
“why don’t you use it to write a good poem?”
And she was wise, for I know:
There may be nothing I can do
No champion for my cause.
I believe I still could speak
Still have my case examined
Speak for right guaranteed
By our Constitution, forgotten by
Its executors.
“Infinite patience produces infinite results;”
How I wish to learn what forgiveness
Lies in my heart, how weak
My intolerance for inconsistency
Left me, leaves me---inconsistent.
There is so much good
So many needs for my own strength:
To address my impatience
My anger at injustice, leaves me
Seeking a match for self importance.
There is forgiveness, and there is corruption;
Is it my higher nature, to stand
Against fascism? Is it some petulance
that awakens me, sad that I have left
nothing to stand and give them the lie?
Self importance: it left me,
Right, yes, vulnerable
To whatever officer Magalaras
Wanted to say happened,
My self importance led me to be rude
And his led him to arrest me
And write lies to record
Against my character. Their own cameras
Would tell the truth, if they could be evidence.
Better am I , to learn patience---
Better am I , to learn forgiveness;
Better am I, to serve man
Better am I, but bitter am I---
Surrender and serve, while the crises of the globe
Spin world wide with far greater suffering than i,
The love one, had known in this.
The fundamental model of investment, a casino;
The thin blue line, used to cover lies;
Yet a man stands to say we will find
The terrorists, and an embassy explodes; a hotel
Burns, and children work away childhoods
Stitching soccer balls for other children.
I must not wait:
I know I’ve forgiven, must forgive
Seven times seventy---and however much
I wonder, “could justice for me
Become justice for some other fellow?”---
I know there is no fairness involved, none promised,
But there is love, there is kindness,
Too much injustice to allow
The good I could do, the benevolence in me
To petrify, to desiccate, to go undone
While for justice I wait.
Truly they love their fascism, they love
Their unaccountability;
It’s part and parcel of the cancer of this debt ridden city.
I wait for the meek to inherit the earth,
But I know, I must serve the meek,
I must be the earth, I must be their inheritance,
Even if some answers
Are never found. Cecil

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