To My Keepers

Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Keeper of the key of words
How you open a chord, tuning
As forks that vibrate together
Familiar sadness, familiar joy, unlocked.
You are an opener of worlds
Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Keeper of the way of words
And how they sway to say the same thing
Thing same the say to sway they how and
Even in reverse
The clear is made message
Or is the message made clear
Or is it both?
The hummingbird
That flies backwards
The sunlight stings
Failed suicide eye
Wing of dusted moth
Flame of your soul
You are worthy of remembering
Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Keeper of the Key of words
This one is for you
When you wake in the morning
Flooded by the sadness
Of a drowned world
When you remember
That the salt in the water
Is really the tears of our children
As we lay on the sand
It dries on our skin
Summer isn’t the only season
Some wounds are like winter
Frozen hearts
Tears that fall as snowflakes
How many times do you have to hear it?
Your beauty is beyond adjectives
Gate Keeper
Wisdom Keeper
Do you remember who you are?
Fire in your soul
Repetition, unravels
The thread of forgetting
You are made to melt things
You are made to thaw
To make minds feel like spring
Keeper of the way of words
Stop playing with your time here
Clean your glasses
Cleanse the lens of your heart
See yourself clearly
Orchid Butterfly
Maker of nectar
We taste with our ears
Can’t spit out what was fed
Careful the words you say to yourself
When no one is watching
I can hear you not believing in you
I can feel you not believing in you
The madness of the world
Is you Not believing in You
That secret whispering dream
That you think is going to fail
Is Asking for you to Believe in it Fully
Wisdom Keeper
Gate Keeper
Keeper of the way of words
Awaken.

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

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Help

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

So, we disguise how we need people
With clever little games
Do this and do that for me now
Confusing all the names

Who is it that is owed, if everything is one
Who made the palms of hands
Perhaps that which made the drums
You are harmony made of rhythm
Pretending you don’t need music
So, alone in silence you sit and sulk
Just about to lose it

Blaming all the world
For every problem you face
Still, my compassion remains infinite
A divine gift of grace
I didn’t come to harm you
I only came to care
Now you send those broken wounds
Launched through silent air

How is it that you think
The energy was missed
I know you need me too
For you, a silent  kiss
Blown from hand
In the realm of thought
where all things begin
The reason why you lose
Too focused on the win
The sideways secret game
To get more than you give
Taking food from another
Expecting them to live

You don’t see the pain you cause
Only what’s done to you
How can you let anyone in
With a barbed wire point of view

Too afraid to need people, too afraid to love
Too afraid to need people, too afraid to hug
Too afraid to be the one on receiving end
Too afraid to be the one, truly a friend

Kevon Simpson 2015 ©

Diaspora

Spraying like spore prints across the land
our power lotus flower like made to sprout in mud
the muck of our forgotten woe separated from us
by the use of clever language that cleaves at self-worth
our jeans hang as low as our spirits as our genes cry
ancestors turning in their graves twisting double helix like
embarrassed to be a part of the present beheading
they are still lynching us for sport.

Kevon Simpson © 2015

Addiction Prayer

This is a prayer for all my friends who are struggling with addiction
for all who have felt the weight grind into their shoulders
until theirs arms fall off in fetal position,
holding on to the air because there’s nothing left
inside of the body they once knew.
This prayer is for you,
silent struggler of secrets,
with claws strong enough to keep you glued
to an old perception that says you are far from God.

This prayer is a crossing signal sending you love,
so that you may cross the street of yourself,
so that you may meet your beauty and strength again.
Shall the arch of the rainbows bend through the combination lock of your chest,
where you have saved too many things in boxes
and forgot your own packaging while keeping everyone else’s secure.
This poem is a prayer to remind you that you’re worthy of being loved more.

You dress up so nicely and smell so good,
but it is the pain in your aura that plays the strings in my heart.
This poem is a prayer for new start,
so that you may free yourself from self sabotage
and how it can look like smooth sailing.
A prayer for God to hold the railing of your heart
as you walk up the steps of love, light,
creativity, passion and purpose unfolding.

This prayer is a thank you for all you have done to keep your heart safe,
but it is a reminder to remove the rusty chains around your ankles and wrists,
that limit your reach to the ceiling, when you have inherited the entire sky.

This prayer is even for the tears that dry before you cry,
tears you want no one else to see,
my vision is beyond this plane,
and your beauty can not hide from me.

This poem is a prayer for all my friends who are struggling with addiction,
who have reached past the 40 year mark,
to find confusion and dreams squeezed of their joy.

I dreamed of a laughing Buddha that said to me “Infinite Second Chances.”

So remove the fear of failure, forgive yourself, and try again.
This poem is a prayer calling for the presence of your highest friend,
I call that presence here now and all our ancestors, angels, and guides,
to keep you illuminated in the knowingness that all is one,
so even your healing is not separate from the soul power inside you.
This poem is a prayer for all my friends suffering from addiction
and I know you’ll make it through.

by Kevon Simpson  © 2014

The Lover Dreams

Sweet sultry silent sound
Beyond the sphere cosmic bound
Dancing perfect and quiet melody
All asleep, the hour past three

Closed rapid moving eyes
Hear the snore’s dream filled sighs
That aim to take away restful peace
But angels protect as pain is ceased

Wake you will I comfortably dare
To see astral sparkles on eye lash hair
Catch them will I in cup of hand
To keep in heart crossing deserted land

Kevon Simpson © 2015

Prolix

There was so much proving in my early writing.
“See how fancy I wield the sword so swift!”
Even a movie is a series of still images.

The mind is a funny thing you know,
it can make you think you are doing so much,
when all you are doing is standing still.

Movie of self hijacked by ego,
convinced of the important role,
wishing to be more than a grain of sand.

Here ye! From one grain to another –
do you know why we fear the desert?
Self or other, we can no longer tell.

by Kevon Simpson © 2015

Differences Spoken

1.
I find myself writing a spokenword piece
And calling myself a poet, but the reality is
All words are spoken, if only in the mind
Misfired and ejected no longer sustaining self
Shouting words to make someone else cry instead

Such fresh picked cruelty, fermented fruit
The intoxication makes it worth it some nights
When I see my younger self in another
Fingers trembling as icicles in the wind
Falling to crash, a sound, they will forget by morning

At times I would win the smoke and mirrors
Mitote reflections, the pages slaughtering shadow
Such blinding it must take to cast one so tall
There is something about the pressure
Of winning, that chokes creativity
My small and kind was almost killed

2.
“You talk like a girl,
Start acting like a boy!”

3.
Is this a world of not enough
Or are we just hardened
And bruised by the tough
That come to kill
All plush things
To crack the bill
And pluck the wings

4.
I continued walking with my friend
Have you ever been spit on from an overpass
For wearing clothes you liked to wear?

5.
He shot him so fast that we marched for peace
I can’t tell which is more tired, this action, or my heart
Cops don’t even have to leave their cars to die
These days, wearing the uniform is enough
Like wearing minority skin has always been.

6.
What a cruel point to make.

7.
Maybe this is all just one big funeral
For God, or the ideas of, that have failed
The idealist in me wants to believe
That poems are prayers that can save something
Certainly not the world, at least, it documents history
At best, it inspires action through tender love
In between hugging and kissing we toss a bucket on the fire
Far too much work to be done, for any one thing
To actually work.

8.
“Trust me man, if you spoke a bit louder, you would win!”
When all the world is screaming, what we miss most,
is a soft, kind, and quiet voice.

by Kevon Simpson © 2015
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Merkabah Flakes

Just like that the moments gone,
continues melody of subtle song,
infinite orchestra falling from sky,
awe profound no room for lie,
as cold and wind together start,
beauty within thy snowflake’s heart.

Was there warmth to make your edge,
tip of sky, perhaps fearless ledge,
origin of air no need to leap,
nor net to catch thy wind of sleep,
perfect individual gone so soon,
shovel, salt, sand and moon.

Know I something of this bright,
endless shining in darkest night,
genuflect thy magic much,
bitter broken by sweetest touch,
such simple beauty dare I say,
feign I knowing mystery’s way.

by Kevon Simpson © 2015

Traveling Light

But please, let me not die with longing in my heart
wishing to walk the leaf’s edge in a fresh cup of tea
from a foreign land steaming behind glass that sits
in the souvenir shop of my imagination’s dream

Let me leave with the memory of flavor
a sweet seasoned last breath of spices
sold at the market of my turbaned heart
wrapping experience as a sparkling jewel

I desire to depart with less woe
not a single too-late left to bare
the strength to finish everything
moistened finger tip and crumbs

Empty backpack postcards sent
train, plane, horse, and camel
dunes, secret rituals, and brews
the shoulder of another language

souvenir shop of my imagination’s dream
wrapping experience as a sparkling jewel
moistened finger tips and crumbs
even the shoulder of another language
‘twixt I leave this journey of my soul

by Kevon Simpson © 2015

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On Awakening

You can be in the room with it
and it won’t say a word until you’re ready
to strip down to the bare bones
to shake loose everything you learned
to take away even your skin
and the idea that you are a body
you are worlds built upon worlds
ever expanding into secret areas
places you know not that you miss
can you tell me what happens
when we blink between a second
where does the world go
when our eyes cease their seeing
if it were about anyone one of us
the world would disappear
as we sleep.

by Kevon Simpson © 2015

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