Poems 1989
by John WorldPeace
Copyright 1970-2014 by John WorldPeace
Houston, Texas USA
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The Rose Nebulae
From the Universe
of the many wonders
I glide from
end to end
A particle of knowing
slowly traveling
an infinite
path
I appear
momentarily
yet it seems
like forever
I am less than
dust in the
concept of
space
I see the wonders
I touch
All There Is
I appear
and disappear
Everything is infinite
All is beauty
I am recognized
as a rose
yet I am
All
I am a particle
of knowing
manifesting
as a
rose
I have traveled
in and through
the infinite
All
I have been perceived as
many things
yet I am
never what
I am
perceived
to be
I come forth
in a photograph
in this dimension
I remain until
this portrait
is dust
I remain
for a thousand
year moment
and then I
travel on
John WorldPeace
08/01/89
6:37 A.M.
Out of the mighty
Universe
churning
comes the thundering
of new things
coming
My attention
resides in the
wake of unseen
thunder rolling
I awaken
from my conscious
knowing
for a moment’s
pause on the this
Universal plane
The forge of the Heavens
collide hammer and
anvil
As old worlds
explode
and new worlds
rumble
John WorldPeace
9/21/89
8:07 P.M.
Where were the
unknown ones
when I passed
Were they afraid
and gone hiding
I stamp out
valleys in
the Heavens
I disrupt
the passive waves
of new beginnings
My mighty presence
creates divisions
where there
was none
And creates craters
where arrogant
races builded
monuments
to their
unremarkable
existences
John WorldPeace
9/21/89
8:14 P.M.
What beauty
lies in the gentle
rolling seas
what calming peace
a nightmare
thunder storm
comes and assaults
the endless waters
three hundred foot
mountains of water
rise and fall
under
black electric
clouds
the anger Heavens
dissipate
and mindless
sea relaxes
into an
endless sheet of water
while we below
hardly notice
John WorldPeace
9/21/89
8:19 P.M.
Pull down
the dragon’s head
Hold fast to
his spiney
whiskers
Mortal man
and immortal spirit
on an adventure
of the mind
attack the monster
of the sky
attack the giver
We shall kill
that mighty one
so that it
shall be
mighty no
more
Then we shall return
our dullard lives to their
peaceful destructive
selves
John WorldPeace
9/21/89
8:26 P.M.
Let us raise
a salute
to those defective ones
who live among us
They allow our compassion
to manifest in
heavy hearted love
And once in a
great while
each and every
day
We acknowledge the courage
of one or two of them
from whom we
hide our
shameless
faces
John WorldPeace
9/21/89
8:29 P.M.
To An Alligator
A grand old
predator
died today
The perfection
of her technique
had dismembered
many bodies
ad freed many
souls
She’s dead now
the killer has
become the killed
Her prized skin of
ninety years will
hang on
some hunter’s
wall
Imagine
a trophy
of ancient skin
The river is now
free from this old
woman of the
murky waters
No more will she
be seen by a
chance observer
The myth is dead
the legend has been
removed
A new myth
may be growing
in those murky
waters
Who can say
We only know
that man will
continue to hunt
to satisfy his
need
and if by chance
some young leviathan
should escape
the hunter’s
traps and guns
and grow into
some future myth
Truly his fame
shall also be
his death
Come along now
children
let us be
moving on
We have much to do
before we grow old
Let us be glad
that we shall not
by rewarded for
long years
as hunter’s
prey
John WorldPeace
9/22/89
8:09 A.M.
When we cry out
for peace
and scorn
our brother
for his violent
acts
We never remember
the new born
child that was
his teacher
The actions of our
own incarnate soul
focused on
an assuming
child
are the scripts
from which
all children
read
We cannot spawn peace
absolute
until we are
at peace
absolute
The violent acts
of each and all
are simply
the fruits of
ancient
seeds
Peace will surely come
when we cease
to sow the
subtle seeds of
war
when we hold the
lighting bolts
of our venomous
tongues
and send forth the
light of love
from our spiritual
mirrors
the eye
We can never
forget that those
we criticize
for their violent acts
are nothing more
than the fruit
of our own past sown
seed
reborn
John WorldPeace
9/23/89
9:11 P.M.
I looked for the
Anointed One
although
I knew not
his face
I carefully attuned
my eyes and ears
as well as my
anxious mind
All my days
I kept the watch
I could feel his
presence
but could not
separate him
from the
masses
Many have been
pursued by
others of my time
but alas
non identified
by the many
has passed the test
Then one day
as I was about
to close this life
in eternal sleep
I chanced to read a
word and see a
design of
one who had
come and gone
It was then
that I knew
my psychic
had been true
The one had been upon the land
yet I never chanced
to see his form
with the knowing
that it was
He
Now within my hands
my eyes caress
a seed which
he had sown
My heart swell is
and from my eyes
tear drops fall
For I can see
the future well
in this small
grain
And for a moment’s flash
I see the eyes
from long ago
that caught me
naked in the
crowd
The glance
I never forgot
from the face
I did not
know
until now
John WorldPeace
9/24/89
9:20 A.M.
One man
one tree
one bird
one Wasteland
We came to the
bottom of the barrel
of only one left
Then we consumed the
one
It is a different world now
the future will never
know us
So it is
All things
that traverse the
Wasteland
are wasted
Yet a few of us
who straddle the
past and future
cry for our
Mother the Earth
John WorldPeace
9/28/89
11:30 A.M.
The Berlin Wall Comes Down
What is the
red carnation
blooming
In green fields
moving in
gentle breezes
The ageless
keeper of the ages
of the Earth
move into a new
season
A rebirth
of time and
place
The dark cloud of
doom
begins to
crumble
as hope
blankets the
Earth
We
the mother of
death and
violence
begin to nourish
our children
with love
and peace
The exploitation
of our fellow
man
becomes our
shame
We stand as
children
just awake
from long
sleeps
We are prisoners
just released
from the
hopeless
dream
John WorldPeace
11/13/89
3:42 A.M.
A Canary Pavarotti
From inside a
desolate cage
of gold
A song
of celestial
beauty
pierces the
air
My pastel king
with golden
throat and
perfect
tongue
sings a gift of song
from the silent
Universe
His little
canary song
opens wide
the infinite
door of harmony
and flawless
universal rhyme
With each
short song
I can see
forever
With each
changing note
my soul
rejoices
My little
slave
I am not the one
Who imprisoned you
Neither am I the
one who bred you
I am your jailer
I am your lover
I cry for your captured soul
yet your freedom
means my blindness
Without your
music
my pastel world
would turn to
infinite grays
your freedom
would be my
prison
You were born
to this cage
your destiny
to lift my
soul
I know its true
and so do
you
John WorldPeace
11/13/89
4:10 A.M.
I am
a million canaries
each with
a song
The words
and colors
form an
endless line
far out onto the
Universal plane
A tangible
trail from
the past
to now
I am an
infinite don’t
between
the unrecorded
and what
is sung
The colors
spill on
solid paper
white
and colors
too
The words
like an endless
line of
darts
from the void
through brain
and hand
to pen and paper
My light comes
my light goes
And the way
I sing the
unsung songs
becomes finite
John WorldPeace
11/16/89
8:34 A.M.
My Heart
cries
a million tears
for all the pain
of life and
living
for the joy
of children
birthing
for the
Universe unfolding
for all that
I have done
My heart
is not great
enough
to hold
the love
burning
John WorldPeace
12/13/89
The moonlit night
casts white shadows
on dark grey grass
The crystal sky
diamonds her winking
pinhole eyes
The cold crisp air
bites the skin
and clears the
vision
The beauty of the
Universal calls me
home
To the purity of
Heaven’s realm
Many light years
I travel on and on
The endless merry go round
carries me near
and far
I shall not return
to this crystal night
Tomorrow
I travel onward
through the night
of ten thousand
eyes
My realm
is not just here
alone
But all I see
in the infinite
moonlit Heaven
Canis walks alone
on the Northern plane
of view
And I walk through
the door to
Evermore
John WorldPeace
12/09/89
Black as night
dark a day
Red energy
fired by a distant
sun
showers each and
all
Protect Protect
The honeymoon is
over
they come now in
mass
Do not let on
you walk the
path of the
infinite
child
Remember now
the times
of old
remember
well this
rhyme
Ginger root
take first hold
grab the horns
and lock
them fast
Pull the heart
with silver
knife
Cut sharp and
deep and
fast
Place the red
meat in
the cinnamon
sand
Three stars
and silver
moon
call the guardian
of the gates
of Hell
To clip the
wings and
to prison
return
Hear me now
dark spirits
of the
night
Return to the
evil pit
or vanish
in the
Universal
night
I say no more
leave me
now
or die
in immortal hell
I raise the
sword of light
and count to
three
Silver sun
crimson moon
turn green the
blood of
evil broods
Remove the serpent’s
touch
cut short the
scorpion’s tail
Be gone now
I sign
my name
Remove thee now
or die in
Hell
John WorldPeace
4/09/89
4:30 P.M.
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