A Poet

Langston Hughes

Painting by Artist Winold Reiss, National Portrait Gallery

By Charles Sapp II

A poet,

inspired by the ebb and flow of life and their interaction upon mankind.

A poet,

who composes to release the collective energy upon those that are receptive

and transforms this energy into positive arrangements of love and passion.

A poet,

that has the responsibility to expose the nakedness of truth

with mere words spoken into existence

and obligated to extract the essence of beauty even from the ugliest face of nature.

A poet,

that dreams when awake and is awake when dreaming.

The writer and lover,

sees vivid patterns; to persuade the future.

A poet,

closes their eyes and visions the opening of the world’s mind.

A poet is the conduit of perspective and awareness,

behold the here and now, await the future.

Love Offering

Picture taken on 8/2/08 Reservation Beach, Marina CA.

This is my hundredth post and I wanted to commemorate it with the parallel loves of my life which is my soon to be wife and my writing. My two loves have transcended my expression and experience, during the darkest moments in my life and allowed me to see the full picture; the purity of simplicity and the beauty of entirety which encompasses all with the grace of love.

By Charles Sapp II

I’ve solidified the rain and summoned the Sun’s presence,

showcasing the crystalline beauty of diamonds falling from the sky.

I’ve presented this offering of love

to the one that I love.

She teleported herself through the ether of dreams from the future,

six years of riding on memory’s back,

she made her way to my heart.

Full and complete she filled my mind with strength and will.

The ambient foreshadow of reunited energies,

coalesced into a fire to never become extinguished.

She delivered me Red-Hots in a heart bag, with the scent of Pearberry lotion

so I may never forget her scent.

My love plot thickens,

as I envision us walking the opalescent sands of distant destinations

to wed our fate and cherish humble beginnings

as our lives have transformed and journeyed thus far.

She is the enlightenment I’ve sought for,

her presence makes my soul complete.

Destiny watches with magnificence and pride,

as it resurrected something beautiful from an ugly past.

Receptive to her love,

I deliver her my trust and respect,

I bow to her grace and look deep into her eyes

and allow my soul to speak

as it recites my pledge, my testament, and my verse

throughout eternity’s lifetime.

The Conductor

By Charles Sapp II

The germination of thoughts

spreading like wildflowers across the landscape of hillside ruminations,

musing over blissful clouds and meandering through sunset motifs.

Events of silent moments piqued by the crescendo of nature’s dialogue,

symphonized harmoniously with wing patterns beating against the wind,

as the sound of inspiration culminates and leads into artistic action.

Captivated by the orchestration of life playing live,

a personal concerto,

with the dim light mood and the nocturnal accompaniment

presents an evening of dancing silhouettes beneath the luminous moon

where silver incandescence sparkles like liquid mirages

transforming the landscape to a stage for the stars

Thoughts conceived and given birth to introspection

where life beckons and existence is animated by experience.

The energy seeps through the Earth and enters the body;

as a conductor, the written sermon, a testament of living power

transcendent upon all creatures great and small

living in unison,

beneath the heavens we play our part.

Why I Write

Writing is a matter of perspective and inspiration is perpetual from awareness. As a man looking back from his childhood I’ve seen the conundrum of life and the malnutrition of human interpretation, this fueled inquisition and the seeking of truth, answers, and solace in nature’s disparity.

Only upon reflecting our involvement, the pain and suffering outweighed our triumphs and only then I understood mankind’s disposition. I wanted to change and disassociate myself from common belief, as an inhabitant of a world that is blind to the essentials, I began to write in nature’s voice; the desire to be heard, loud and clear.

The universe is a collection of all matter, rather intangible, ethereal or solid; however all may be in the form of thought which transgresses into realms of philosophy as a derivative of environment. I am ok with this as a treatment that exudes all restraints that counteract character exploitation and social ignorance. My objective is to capture the deafening cry of the world and our modern copacetic delusions and combine the two as a conscious and conscientious approach to deliver sanity through chaos while animating the inanimate. The ingredients are thought, love, dreams, reality, and a touch of imagination; imagine a world that talks back and responds to your every inquiry with knowledge and wisdom. The outcome is magic through awareness and that is what I plan to serve through my writing, a cerebral cocktail; from one mind to yours.

The human emotion is extracted from potent forms of engagement and through interaction this is where I find the beauty of human spirit and the determination of souls that continue giving, even when there seems to be nothing left. I recognize the innocence, wit, charm and engage in laughter when discovering the light of situations in times of darkness. I write to exemplify this experience as one of your own as we are connected and share the same air that purifies our existence and stimulates the courage to continue. I write poems of love to extinguish the hate that burdens our hearts as pain has been inflicted on the innocent that braved the exposure of their souls. I write to understand life, you and myself. Writing is a fragment of me given in entirety.

Fragments

By Charles Sapp II

Fragmented verses,
shattered by groundbreaking metaphors
ignited symbols as relics of a preserved language.
Clarity equates to purity
defined by time
as carefully chosen words
written then read
like enriched ingredients;
a potent dose of poetry
for the soul.

Life's Painting

21st Century Panopticism
Courtesy of Colin Harbut at www.colinharbut.com

By Charles Sapp II

With ear to the ground
listening to the footsteps marching towards the future
and swirling winds whispering messages of a prolonged past.
Spacious canvas, painted with opaque pastels, embellishments of vivid nature.
Each color is a period of man’s history,
with overtones of civil curiosity and disobedience;
bleeding a mixture of primal advancements.

Humanity’s lustrous moments dashed with hues of blue
shaded to sea green symbolic of sky and water and the conquering of terrain on seven continents.
The development of cultures that clash with abstract points of view;
we settle this as the art of war
that hangs in life’s museum gallery.