Triumph

Sometimes I like to look back to where I have been and map the progress of change and the bouts I have fought in the arena of life. I believe that this process is how we evolve as people and how the unexplained becomes explained. No matter what life has dealt us; if we are still here, we’ve prevailed.

By Charles Sapp II

The Sun’s tidal forces take over my body.

The Heavens and Earth hold dominion of my physical self.

My internal being shivers with recognition of loneliness and captivity,

until the awareness unthaws and breaks free from the molding of confinement.

The adventures of a new frontier await me,

as the sound of distant discoveries beckon my desires to investigate.

Eyes wide open in the dark,

scanning surfaces to detect a glimmer of hope, resting with inertia.

The strength of change,

emotionally transforms the human landscape as seasons approach,

where destiny reroutes its destination as we confirm truth from ideology.

My soul basks in nature’s light,

to absorb the current condition of existence

as it rains down with flash floods of awareness

where the weight of the world rests upon me.

At night the Moon consoles me;

she spotlights the key elements that make us dream

and leave the insignificant hidden in the dark.

The process leaves an open wound

and the reparation of mankind is symbolic to the healing.

I dive head first into the abyss of my body,

swimming deep to revive my drowned soul of the past

by breathing new hope and restoration of faith

into a body that has been beaten, bruised and cut by life.

My outer shell has toughened as my inner self has grown stronger.

Reality is what you make of it

and I realize that I am a hero to myself.

Truants

By Charles Sapp II

Those truant to the encompassing magnitude of tribunal gatherings,

where the world has spoken in unison.

As the perilous planet pirouettes through space,

beings cling to her surface with heads bowed with prayers of mercy.

The future has come,

what was told has been said;

what was written has been read.

Time’s translucent dictation of the past

and reoccurring present, will heed no more warnings.

The Earth has crumbled under the sheer weight of burden,

and trees have walked away with their roots.

The untamed wind hunts stealth with savage fierceness

and the tumultuous seas trespass the shore’s boundaries

in pursuit for vindication from unlawful treason.

The soil that has given birth to nameless children,

must now identify their selves.

The watchful eye of the Sun will now look away

as the Moon marks shame to the naked walkers of the night.

The planet will claim its independence as it existed before.

The world has spoken,

we have not listened,

evolution is in progress;

the delay is negligent

and time will not wait.

Aquarius

By Charles Sapp II

The water bearer of life
invokes the essence of animated matter,
flowing through the passageways of time.
The fluid nature of innovation fruit ideas abound,
in an ethereal sense with embodied vision towards the future.
The silhouette from the Moon’s gravity on the surface of the ocean,
draws the body of water closer,
where aquatic boundaries are claimed under the rule of Aquarius
as water dominates the blue planet.

Uranus speaks with an enigmatic voice
this evokes direction as the Earth cycles.
The water bearer delivers consciousness and compassion
where human emotion revolves in patterns persuaded by universal concoctions.
The element of air eccentric and elusive,
invisible to sight and presence felt when summoned.
The oceans are receptive while the wind flirts with the course of change.

A humanitarian by impeccable design;
the watchful eye within the zodiacal domain
brings forth the dawn of a new age, a new millennium
as time escorts the energy from the past by flushing old concepts
with liquid love raining down upon the parched Earth,
delivering the equinox of the Sun as a gift
with all of its purity and divination of day and night.
Mankind embraced by the outpouring of heavenly love,
reinforced by altruistic fate
we begin to return our gaze to the stars focusing on the future.

Evolution in Continuance

By Charles Sapp II

The growth that separates living flesh from the Earth’s grasp,

seeking the living light that nurtures with divinity

and where the secure roots are twined deeply into evolving sanctity.

Learned to walk on ancestral soil with patience,

mobility embedded into memory as an earthbound walker,

following the sound of its own voice

as it echoes off the man-made boundaries.

Trespassing the line between dreams and imagination as figments dissipate;

reality becomes defined and validated by achievement.

As soon as water was able to walk on land

the oceans have rejected us from returning.

Taking a deep breath, while leaping into the sky

and swimming the cosmic sea,

the tethered roots snap and the cyclic nature of life repeats.

Learned to fly through inherited skies with grace,

without looking backwards

the Sun illuminates the path towards the future—

as settlements of dreams are constellated

for shared memories of an evolving species

recognizing its potential and redefining its future.

Thirst & Hunger

By Charles Sapp II

The sensation of thirst and hunger intensifies daily;

examining the better half of self and its desires.

Identified by the mirroring image of nature inside,

the reflecting heart of the universe, coiled into radiant love;

the perpetual emotion of self love

that acquaints its alignment to raw truth and rare elements

fused at the core of all that matters,

exempt with no words to taint the composition of purity

found in all human integrity.

Silence is golden as the weight of the world

becomes buoyant and gravity ceases to exist,

succumbed by the magnitude of presence

and the sense of oneness,

one must retreat to the source of common equality.

Only there,

it breathes and swells upon inhale

as a collection of cells represent that within star systems;

within personal universes, time oscillates experience for comparison

past versus the future as an amalgamation of knowledge.

Only here,

I find peace and recycled love from the beginning

as it penetrates my personal space and quenches my thirst and satisfies my hunger.

Inward Recognition

By Charles Sapp II

The first of my journey has been complete.
The winding roads have taken a straight path towards home.
The comforting arms of familiarity truly exists, like tomorrow’s nested hopes that bear fruitful futures.
Normalcy lost, in search to be found.
Faint subtleties appear then disappear into the calm waters of recognition of what once was,
as time changes paths and altered in accordance to the law of contentment.
The stars look back with recognition awaiting approval by the morning Sun,
granting a new day and rejecting yesterday’s doubts.

A colorful wheel of fortune spins for my choosing, but not for myself,
but for all whom may encounter my touch.
A conscientious decision made with eyes closed
and silent gestures of prosperity enriched with happiness
with an edge of fulfillment as I inhale opalescent colors and exhale translucent words of expression,
manifested silently as emotions that soothe thy soul
and atone my transition as a whole, like the eclipsing shadow that shrouds the visionary quest within,
questioning the day’s moment.
The digestion of time,
full from life’s experience and the exposure to truth.

Embrace of Change

The homecoming back to the States has been a warm welcoming from family and friends. It has been a little longer than a month since touching down on California soil and since my farewell to China blog entry.

Ever since, my perspective has never been the same despite the economic grim, my optimism for a bright future grows exponentially. The road towards adjustment proves to be difficult from the ever present culture shock to the looming inflation of gas prices, but motivation of starting anew has kept me stable and the love from family has kept me grounded.

My writings have been put to the wayside during this transition period, as I filter through my experiences to project the new found consciousness my life has yet to be explained. This entry is my first step towards releasing the newly acquired forms of ideas, perspectives and outlook of the future when compared to the recent past.

To summarize my time back home, it is nothing more than self evolution in progress and I am happy to introduce a new chapter of me, while exploring limitless dimensions of unchartered regions as they are encountered.

I embrace change.

Higher Forms

By Charles Sapp II

I combat radioactive ignorance by the reconstruction of a defense mechanism
that adapts to immune deficient organisms that are invisible to eyes and naked from reality,
these are nature’s building blocks
heavy elements fused at the molecular core at the hearts of extraordinary stars.
Sharing their light, so I may summon the history of every noun and utter every verb
that flutters the sound of chaos like the wings of a butterfly,
time stains its progress;
whereas light proves its existence in vivid color and real-time testimonials.

The Sun beats down shadows,
disintegrating the photon material,
illuminating the curvature contour and compound structure of its massive framework.
This human,
that reflects on the tradition celebrated by man-unkindness;
gravity that keeps this amalgamation of virtuosity and vitality in harmonious order.

Evolution in continuance, thoughts progressed forward like instruments
and resonating influence in sonic forms of rhythmic waves in movement.

While I’ve starved and restricted this outlet
as collective ingestions of information that feeds this soul with energy.
Recent memories forged from distant recollections;
my birthrights as an entity that is aware of its composition
and position in worldly aspects aspiring the future.
Preparedness allows the voice to speak loudly when recorded on sheets of blank matter
adding volume with expressive forms of communication.
I speak with a verbal soul, with a scientific dialect from a universal culture;
relating with sentient beings, this expression exhibits human experience,
gathering all cultivated concepts as a root system to further ground the need for flight.

Cluttered from an existence to where everything matters;
finding out that genius is irregular oddities devised by mediocrity;
flushing the system on occasion brings forth order by coordinating a mélange of thoughts
with synonymous versions of vernacular convergence, whereas without the tools of mediation this is all nonsense written loudly, adding volume with expressive forms of communication and knowing that no matter how much you erase, you can never eradicate the impression left on the perceived notion of reality given to you.

Behold those with higher forms of ignorance.

Mystic Spells Abound

By Charles Sapp II

In the land of mystics,
proverbs written on the backs of 1st born sons,
readable only in the purity of unfiltered sunlight.
Knowledge is the key to self reliance and preservation.
A culture aimed at globular clusters and bizarre star systems,
heretic to the future.

Dimmed eyes, dreamy to an atmospheric love,
replicates the heaven’s masterpiece in the form of affection.
Gravitation pulls hearts as one,
resembling the melding of liquid metal
to further fortify their bond.

Beneath the umbrella of solidarity
are the quiet ruminations in which spells abound.
Women bear future phenomena
to resurrect the past and evoke the reincarnation of change.
With each day passing, marking the phase of the moon’s cycle,
souls ascend to the sky as cosmic jewels,
like fireflies in the night.

The ravished land rebounds plentiful
as homage is paid to the eclipsing of the Sun;
reverenced action to appease the dual forces.
The possession of power
extends into the cusp of humble beginnings,
like the tame fire within.

Flickers of smoldering embers lurk in the void,
where humanity must beware;
the stratagem of dark forces with armies of shadows
to engulf the inner light assimilated
as the unknown, the forgotten and the unspoken.

The future phenomena are at war with nature’s estranged children.
The alchemy of love and affection,
wizardry of potions that withstand the colloquial representation of a mystic’s era.

Cosmic Soup

By Charles Sapp II

A collection of cells,
suspended matter
molded by creation.

Emergent immigrant from water,
the son of Sun,
mothered by the Moon,
siblings as planets;
loved by the Earth,
Universe is home.

Chemistry lives
and blood is symbolic to life,
knowledge is experience
and poetry is the language.

Passion burns with intensity from the heart.
Sight is found while dreaming.
A climber of trees
touching the clouds
to taste the ripe rain.
With toes rooted and anchored to the ground,
facing the wind with mouth wide
inhaling its strength,
as the winds are the deliverer and carrier of voice.

At play,
stories are told by decorating the night sky
and rearranging the stars.
Grabbing comets by the tail
and throwing towards the Sun;
a celestial form of playing catch.
Passing time by twirling galaxies with fingers
in the cosmic soup of existence.

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.

Creation

By Charles Sapp II

Unity bears the symbiotic love
shared blood, ruminations of brotherhood;
the fight, the struggle
as survivors of gene replication.

Separated at birth,
eternal parents,
born from two Suns
brooded to take flight
a creature of habit,
pretentious anti bodies
as dual pairs.

Strength in adjoining polarities
equation of one, factors of two
distinguished by character and amiable disposition.
Resemblance transparent with cause and effect,
truth and beauty heavily guarded
in steel rib cages.

Reflection off the surface of imagination,
conformed by dark matters
yet enveloped by light situations.
Similarities conflict as opposing forces
sermons drawn from old and new testaments,
doctrines that prescribe evolution;
abominations of the Source
as delusions of grandeur, disconnection from reality,
reality is a collection of absurdities
confronted on small scales
seeing one’s self
in the eyes of their child.

Distorted Dimensions

By Charles Sapp II

Beyond the gates of foreseen future
are corridors outlined with pillars as support structures
holding the weight of sectioned paths
like the spine of destiny
each dimension is unique and expansive
peering into your existence
as a lucky prize winner given the opportunity for life.

Life is slightly distorted with one eye view,
one opened and the other closed,
alternating perspectives.
enhanced perception of sidereal days
as the majestic sky highlighted at night
with past love stories bound

as the energy is magnificently released,
we exalt the happiness centuries later
as the pattern of corresponds to the cyclic nature of writing
the voice to the path led by crooked lines
staining tree fiber flesh
as it erodes through time.

Bi-Polar

By Charles Sapp II

Evolution
is nothing more
than stealth transformations---
evolving;

out of mind,
out of body
experiences treading the deep waters,
the deep end of questions; leads me to ask:
Am I full of myself or just a fool to everyone else?

Attempting to grasp truth,
but truth is evasive and adds a stratum of questions
when close to discovery.
I’ve written and lied
aiding and abetting truth’s voice,
ashamed of illness.

On the other side,
like megalomaniacs having temper tantrums,
punching holes into the atmosphere,
pissing into the ocean while wading in the Pacific
and spitting on the Sun—
defiant
are the parasitic beings
that inhabits the only viable host for life.
we are not ready yet
and I should not be here.

The year was 1977,
my soul was sentenced to life,

an earthbound prisoner—