"Those Cherished"

What is or ever was
that persuaded a parent
to catch the breath of validation
of another who knows not their seed

No, not fertilized egg or semen
1,000 seamen could not make up
a tale like this. Nor statesmen
soliciting persuasion-dumb from numb

Only a carbon copy
when placed into the hands
eyes of the ignorantly chastising devils
ignoring glory and purity

For after all
the only tradition in creativity
is the unending sea
of timeless non-tradition

Estimate all of the parents
of today's field of child
athletes, actors-producing germinating
seeds of life vast as Ilinois fields of wheat

But regardless of their platform
one to send their child out
with slightly more dress
they are no different than the rest

Than any other writer
in that they love
their prose
regardless of some critic's test

As a dandelion blown-
life stream winds of consciousness
I know my child will prosper
regardless of their steps

For seeds carried asunder
will never be placed under
a state of muse without nourishment of rain-rain deadly, acidic to the critical

But renewing to the soul
of the creator who forever shelters
their protégé
for we are only an image of the Creator

The mind of God
His heavenly gates, His angelic hosts
are limited revealed
through writer's soul

The Infinite never faulted what was His own-so I picked up a pen
as whisper to blow, as seeds of wisdom
like Dandelion asunder were blown

J.C.B 1/22/2013

*After reading about celebrities who engage in fiction writing I discovered some blogs who were critical of them and who had mentioned the angst of having their works critiqued, rejected etc.  This is a piece that emphasizes the importance and beauty of all works no matter who it is from NO MATTER IF ANY ONE ELSE EMBRACES IT. This is so because it is a creation that no one else will ever make.  Art to artist no matter what medium is seen like a child.  Unless sick, no parent will ever dismiss a child but care for it, protect it and always be proud.  So the truest form of an artist soul is to cherish and have confidence in the vitality of their artistic creation.  After all Christ, the original creator, created us and embraces us even when the world finds flaw. Flaw in critique at least in this piece piece can be seen as a Satanic activity, counterbalance to all that is good and pure about creation.  CREATION IS THE TRUTH WHILE CRITIQUE IS A CHEAP IMATATION OF CREATION!

"Gin" (The sandwich shop girl)

All the twenty feet that lies between
the length and breadth of our voices breath

So mysterious doe fawned chocolate eyes
takes my order so simplistic for sustenance

Angelic face of Devil's heart
I introduced myself

You said I'm Gin or Jen
But I knew we could never begin again

Wispers familiar in your accent tell me
we won't be

The better of this
must make sure of that

Aye, I'm now sharper in detecting a serpent
for only poison meanders twas lowest point

Thus my heart protected
but only dying my shame

Shame that was almost introduced
had I shown my true affection for you

But, non the less I'm now past those things
representing worthless gains.

For October had graduated to spring
I placed my order at that counter-our counter

Relieved, saddened to find you had gone
wanting to scold for you past trespasses with tone so cold

So almost a year past
I sit counter married across town from that eatery

To realize what idiots we were-for my infatuation of you
of your depression of affection toward me, you-anyone

As lowly esteem comes-guttural in gin filled glass
I recall that November day I made a pass!

Laughing, I poured the hiding liquid
not wanting to leave the bottom of my glass

Regretting I never told you to kiss..........
my lips

To be filled with gin-if not Jen!


* A simple piece about finding out that someone is attractive on the outside but their insecurity produces lacking on the inside. 

"The Bottomless"

Pouring the everyflowing stream of desire
of wanting, wanting the new
not ever becoming renewed

Learning what was already learned
of lessons,  that Shaw was right
not ever finding but that tragedy layed at both ends

Realizing that the purest
of sorrows, sorrows in disillusionment
not ever escaping the infatuation with the next pleasure

Purchasing of material
Gaining of status
Gratifying of lust
Succeeding oh victorious
Experiencing anything new

Understanding that nothing on earth quinches
and as drinking sand leads to the death of inner
soul for me and you.

*A spiritual synopsis into man's soul and how worldly gain cannot eternally quinch the Christ centered hole in everyman's heart, thus explaining all the world's attempt at religions,creeds, rituals and mantras of all types.