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.

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.

Spirit Child

By Charles Sapp II

The spirit child

separating truth and wisdom with the sleight of tongue.

With the familiarity of attractive forces,

vaporous verses spewed from the lips of a hungry mouth,

summoning the creation of imagination with ghostly appearances.

In pursuit for love inhabited in the most inhospitable regions of the heart and mind;

the spirit child within lives.

The spirit is found in all,

the mystery of the subsequent is solved

by planting seeds of the future to procure our longevity.

The tight grasp of child's hands clasped into ours,

while awaiting the tide of change to rise;

wading in shallow waters,

feet become soaked as careful steps made towards the depths of the unknown.

The spirit child,

evokes the innocence and nourishment of love

within our co-existence concerning all matters of the heart.

The living verse spoken into existence and living breath inflating the lungs

while inquisitive nature hunts for answers as hunger propels the need for growth.

Remember the child’s comforting gaze,

transferring the strength and power we were once born with

as life is the adventure of acquired knowledge

and truth is the back-drop of its inspired essence.

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.

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.

Elder's Path Through Time's Reflection

By Charles Sapp II

Mountains sculpted and carved by time.
As skin cracks with age and hair loses its color,
eyes become filled with stories,
told without words.

The hands have touched many
and smooth surfaces can no longer be distinguished.
Fragile branches sway to the youthful wind’s play,
revealing time’s passing, briefly;
memories swirl through the mind,
a recollection of childhood innocence
as wonderment fills the air.

Bare feet walk on hot Earth, slowly
like rechargeable batteries soaking leftover solar energy
to a spirit that has walked this path before.
No needs for words, as these lips have spoken enough.

All that needs to be said, can be heard through a smile of content
and basking in the rain of newfound excitement
as bones prove durable and mobility transports the energy
of a lifetime of love, sought for and collected riches.

An elder’s kiss, meaningful
and full with transference of truth, unhindered wisdom of purpose
withstanding the duress of time,
welcoming the progression through time’s reflection.

The Wait

By Charles Sapp II

Waiting anxiously,
body immobilized,
frozen in still liquid;
while the mind runs rampant
through fields of desire and passion;
forever calculating results of the future.

Waiting, impatiently as time progresses without permission.
The trees represent generations,
overseer of our life force seething through our veins.
Forever timeless and immortal;
the quest to become moved
adequately renders the heart and soul to receptive conduits
of awareness and tranquil bodies to a sum of equal parts.

Waiting to reunite with love,
drifted to the speed of the wind, to return and settle
like the weathered leaf a float in time’s current;
thought to be forgotten,
but remembered
as certain characteristics never fade,
like the liquid light shadow
towards the end of the day, or the light that shines bright,
captive and shared as a gift to the world,
but to miserly to share its power and virtuosity.

Waiting to become stimulated,
with proof of eternal happiness
as soothsayers spoke of tales
all that’s good in life are worth the wait.

I’ve waited several lifetimes and season’s rebirth
and you became the azimuth to my horizon
and shinned new light and hope to my destiny.
From what I know now,
I’d wait another millennia for your return.

Dimensions

By Charles Sapp II

Passageways to dimensions without doors,
wide open,
1st person angle view,
a tesseract with no traces.
Smeared lines in gray,
shades of possibilities;
the extraordinary;
the supernatural.

Woven fabrics of time
braided history, now, and the future.
Paths treaded softly,
frontiers await discovery, behind self.
Treasure of answers anticipated,
with inward motives reflecting outward
and kinetic recall,
pulverizes notions beyond belief and comprehension.

Only desires
dry and empty
with barren oasis’
mirages of supple wells
hydrating ambition.

Wishes are the commands sprouted into existence
with a bit of concentration and a pinch of diligence.
Heroes and heroines have been born of less,
summoned by the masses;
emerged from the tumultuous seas of despair.

Portals gaping with invitation,
entering eras with hope;
broken glass of limitations
and metaphors of fragile skulls and bones,
serving truth,
scribed on living tree’s flesh.

They poured their hearts out in black ink,
serendipity speaks with perched lips kissing
the minds of the future with baptized words,
scorching those that never heard the sound of love.

Erupting from dimensions unbeknownst,
far yet near,
stars shed their light in a stellar molt;
renewal to eternal sight,
entrance to vision unobscured.
A keyless realm
with open doors,
secure
from an insecure world.

Hands of Time

By Charles Sapp II

Wrinkles in time’s hands
as minutes and seconds slip from its grip.
Bones protrude the thin surface of skin
and veins rise from being overworked.
Callous from weathered leather
yet still sensitive to the slightest touch.

Interpreters of reality and messengers
that writes our future and records the present
for tomorrow’s yesterday.

Dexterous manipulation
of physical and inert material
crafted from imagination and brought to life by action,
molded by crushing fingers,
smoothed by the caress of grace and softness
adding the finishing touches of detail on
a living masterpiece.

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.

Eternal Struggle

By Charles Sapp II

Wrapped in time's coil,
seeking secret soft spots to slip stealthily.
Artistry as escapism,
elusive like the wind blowing east.

Clouds part from morning Sun,
transitioning from turquoise to pure light
raining divine on the day and
staining the sky blood red at day’s rest.

During the night of disorienting blackness,
time sleeps as light is lost;
holding a pocket full of light saved throughout the day.
Tomorrow outshines the present;
standing in water, reflecting the first sight of light
as blessings of purification
seeps at the feet
igniting the spirit;
atonement of yesterday,
a revision
molting self as a new version
visualizing the transforming essence of natural elements.

A phenomenon
of esoteric evolution
adhering to an eternal struggle
battling with time
during the face of light and darkness.