Possession

By Charles Sapp II

Rapid breathing,
pulse racing
heart pounding complicated rhythms
and blood streaming at the speed of light.

Eye fluttering REM,
adrenaline overdose
verbal murmurs in native tongues
of an ancient language.

Possessions of ancestors
inhabited body
escaping mortal rest from invigorated souls.
Dreams of the days
when the Earth’s heartbeat was strong and mature
and man had a conscience and embraced nature.

Solar eclipses foretelling the future
and fire was the spirit of ghosts
with fiery passion,
spreading their knowledge of light in the dark.
God spoke freely and often to those that obeyed.

Restlessness invades sleep
as centuries of the past overloads the brain
and bones become brittle to the countless walking of landscapes
without borders and limitations.

All this at the age of 9
as the cyclic cycle of moon phases
return once more and the seasons prevail
shortened and lengthened by the elliptical nature of orbit
One will awaken with history
and that of another’s voice.

Midnight Wanderer

Just like my fellow Society member, Francis of the Midnight Wanderers, I decided to write a poem with honor to be accepted into an elite group of writers. Thanks Francis for the inspiration as your poem is well defined.

By Charles Sapp II

Midnight wandering,
side stepping crooked shadows,
aligning encrypted messages on paper to write.
Summoning the Sun at the feet
and moon overhead,
equidistant from brilliance
at the stroke of genius;
this creeps like a cold chill when the rest sleeps.

Acute senses harmonize in unison
a well oiled machine
mechanically moving
like a manic marionette
astray with no strings attached.
Over active pineal gland
recycling the days thoughts
into a unified masterpiece
articulated with biorhythms,
discoverable only when the night's spell wears off;
visible as the lights rays decipher
the shadows coded language;
behold the fervent modes
of a midnight wanderer.