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.

Immortal Love

I once experienced a time when the future was clouded with doubt as thick and complex as hurricane clouds. This poem is the testament that the Sun does break away the clouds and the purity of light penetrates the darkness, it may come in different luminous forms, however mine came in the form of love.

By Charles Sapp II

Before I knew her,
my life was forever affected
and the serum for recovery was her love.

Spiral staircases leading nowhere
amid a labyrinth maze without outer walls;
caught in the confusion with no direction,
lost among the wanderers, fading within the shadows defined by distance.
A dream interpreted by the crossroads of life
and the transitions of opportunity developed by choice;
well constructed by the confrontation of fear
and the defeat of disability and mental paralysis.

With eyes closed, space expands infinite without limitations and physical barriers.
The oceans appear deeper and the sky is wider;
later realizing that the power lies within.
I take a deep breath and travel inward,
swimming through the dark waters within self
and reach the center of light that has dimmed to a faint glint.

Distorted images pervade my awareness—in remembrance.
Her warmth revived my spirit.
Her touch reassembled my broken trust.
Her kiss breathed new life to a tired body,
that could no longer hurdle any more of life’s obstacles, let alone take another step.
Her presence resurrected a revised me;
metaphorically re-engineered with faith, confidence and strength of will.

With starlit candles,
I want to celebrate our love,
basking in the moonlight as her eyes glow and dance to my eyes;
the jewel of my life.
Romantically enthralled and captivated by graceful maneuvers, waltzing with my soul,
as we double date with our emotional and physical love.
Love so potent, it cannot be extracted
as it clings to the surface of our fused hearts.
My love for her is timeless,
I will plant a field of her,
to bear fruit of future seeds;
therefore making her immortal.

You Are My Poetry

Artwork courtesy of WAK

By Charles Sapp II

You are poetry in the material form;
my inspiration, my muse, my motivation
put into words.

Your poetry is the calm to my storm,
a written fantasy,
a voyage from the depths of my soul;
the foundation to my character,
the core to my living matter;
the common bond and necessity to my completeness;
like sentences to my hearts speech,
an untranslated language spoken through the art of love,
where creativity is born and manifested by the fondness of you
and all that you represent.

Your poetry is the song that fills my emptiness
and overflows like waterfalls of radiant beauty
eclipsing the ugly of an unforgiving world.
Beneath the umbrella of your presence,
I live as a free man, bound by none
virtuously exalted by principle.

Your poetry puts the skin to my flesh,
so that I may feel you.

Your poetry is the light
which my eyes have been deprived from.
Your gift is vision,
so I may see you, with eyes closed,
captive within my dreams.

You are the poetry that lives eternal
through transparent time.
Your poetry is timeless,
sacred to my existence.
Your presence speaks;
you are my poetry written aloud.

Destined Love

By Charles Sapp II

Her words spill from her lips
like enchanting smoke whispers
with ghostly enticement.
I want to inhale her verbiage and digest metaphors
while becoming full from her message
as they massage my inner lobes
with angelic harmonic vibrations and celestial tones
accentuating the linguistic fiery passion sung to my soul.
All becomes visible with eyes closed, imagining her touch.

Her touch sends shockwaves to my flesh
and disrupts my network of nerves,
leaving them on high alert with sensory overload.
Her fingers are gravitational wands
influencing my movement
like a marionette on strings dancing to her commands.
Her spell is a seductive sedative,
embraced with a calm touch,
penetrates my affection’s yearning heart,
that beats in unison to her heart’s rhythm.

I dare not peer into her gaze,
without succumbing to her hypnosis,
offering interludes into the future with visions of tranquility
and eternal love fueled with meaningful passion.
Like art, she molds my humanism into a masterpiece
with balanced contrast, brushed stroked to a canvas of lucid reality.

She is my dream come true.
She is the journal I write.
She is the poetry in my life.
She is my life,
because she is my soon to be wife.

Stimuli

By Charles Sapp II

Your spirit has been captured
and held captive by my eyes,
sentenced to life as a memory.
The witnessing of an angel,
unforgotten without sin.

Cherished moments
exceed time’s passing,
as retreating clouds disintegrate
with the penetrating solar rays
in hope to glimpse today’s blessing.

My love grows
expelling my findings as unique,
as the inspiration that flows
through the veins of human vessels
of cultivated feelings,
capsulated in the mold of flesh.

Spring blooms regrowth
as life compounds regeneration
and carbon copies of human interactions;
a stimulus of accumulated senses.
Love is like star clusters, collectively sharing their brilliance,
cooperatively transmitting radiance;
nonobstructive impedance through distance and time,
casting ripples and waves
under currents of deep emotion
moving towards the depths of abysmal cosmic waters.

Strands of Life

By Charles Sapp II

Twined strands,
intricate constructions
of braided hair draped over the shoulders
down the dip of her back.
The loose ends tickle the flesh,
until it becomes an agitated itch.

The smell of a fresh oiled scalp
when embraced with a deep hug,
admiration of a goddess’ mane;
wearing the rhizoid crown adorned by the Sun,
made of distinction;
the princess is queen,
mother of love.

The coarseness of hair
is the interlaced woven nature of mankind, time and existence;
grown as chaos and shed in order.
Healthy growth strengthens my bond,
illustrious sheen like photon beams
penetrating the depths and darkness of heaven
in search of you, seeking eternal blessings
as Creation lives through you.

Our people and existence is represented by the

interwoven interactions,

manifested by your hair.

Untranslated Language

By Charles Sapp II

A soul kiss;

the soft brush of flesh upon moistened lips
pressed firmly on chest.

She awarded me with a silver heart so our love will never tarnish,
enclosed in a steel cage impervious to rust,
fortified, built to last, secure that love will never escape
but only she holds the key.

The key to passageways
forbidden, summoned
with encrypted words, keywords to intimate worlds,
portals of trust—
fail proof for self destruction; a cataclysmic end
from something beautiful, sacred and untimely.
These are the whispers that linger as a cold chill
of foreshadowed dreams and diaries
that read the same with different text;
all I know is that I will hold it forever.

I want to remember my dreams,
elaborate details with remarkable accounts of fantasy fulfillment.
The clear waters on clear summer days
dramatically become overcast
and my nightmares become evident and plague my sleep
like the invasion of rogue waves at sea, or the draft wind
ghostly seeping through cracks and sills of tightly sealed windows and doors,
only to be found and entered during vulnerability
when the subconscious least expects it;
fueling or fooling my heart to beat beyond my control.

My dual respect for experience cannot help to love and hate your appearance.
How should I feel?
Should I embrace the guilt, or question the pain
as my life is independent and no longer adheres to the madness.
I say goodbye and farewell
simply by waking.

With a breath of extinguished fire,
words burn from smoke signals— spoken.
The signals undulate with the power of suggestion,
and I obeyed, even while they chastised my soul
to separate from spirit and relish in the beauty of composed lyrics,
enticing my movement upon command.

This soul is not for sale, it is a mere slave to sacrificial laws;
poetically combined to exemplify the mastery of craft,
dedicated to its passion.
The strength lies here,
between the message and the meaning;
from the unheard, unseen, and unspoken.
An untranslated language;
obeyed internally as it replicates
the encompassing sound of entirety
only found within silence.

Concentric Beings

By Charles Sapp II

Listen—
speechless minutes
rob eternity of silence.

time signs in stillness when viewed afar.
Ego driven men interrupt nature
for fear of life’s speed
spent on meditation.

The Earth moves when I say go,
the Earth sleeps when I say so;
you may dream on my watch.

Positively charged partners in time
whom coexist; cohesively
like exhibitionist
love exhibits
we experience the breath of light,
this illuminates two soul’s romance.