Touched

After having a spiritual encounter, I began to write and as I wrote all the words seemed to come from another source. I knew that I was within a special place and this special place stayed with me for quite sometime and most of the writing I was able to capture. After it was all said and done and the feeling subsided, I was left with a brand new view or vision of writing that was stored deep within. I believe that most writers or artist understand what this phenomena is, but can rarely explain it. This is my encounter:

by Charles Sapp II

Face to face with the empty void of uncertainty,

full with endless possibilities.

Staring at the future with eyes of determination,

eyes wide open as a leap of faith has been committed;

the black hole of entirety.

The point of singularity encompasses the events of yesterday

through tomorrow with series of sequences.

Human chaos to harmonious order,

written to remember,

spoken to be felt.

Touched by her voice,

records of time fill the backdrop of space;

free falling faster than light can see.

History becomes now.

Shadows loom in the distance,

in various degree,

arranged by the highest concentration of purity from the original

divulged from memory.

The choice is yours. Tomorrow is the rebirth of today, reclaiming innocence.

Cumulative faith,

balancing of power,

to be touched through impenetrable walls

and feel the organism of life.

Slowly the descent halts,

a suspension to the ether,

crossroads of the divine.

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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.

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.

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.

A Man and His Dreams

Dreams that take on a transformation may be the caterpillar in its chrysalis stage. I find that rapid growth and development of the consciousness and awareness of the environment we help create as subdivisions of our reality are equally translated within our dreams and subconscious in dramatic ways. The brain may be connecting with the inner energy of self and the vivid realism which leaves you with an experience that has a long lasting impression—

By Charles Sapp II

A man and his dreams
living for the moment, a silent retreat—escaping
towards creative outlets landscaping his ethereal mind wandering.

Tranquility envelops him whole,
absorbing the essence of presence within the material world.
A transformation through meditation and astral projection,
catapulting his awareness towards the sky and beyond the heavens.
Eyes staring with a lucid fixation
with exaggerated vivid imagery.
Bearing the watermark at birth,
distinguishing his future
as an air sign leading towards atmospheric liberation.

Surrounded by spheres
alternating colors as if communicating his subconscious,
interpreting a forgotten language.
Taking flight, while light pours from the eyes
surveying the land with all matter seen
at hand’s touch truth is within grasp.

Taking heed of his metaphor
without form nor shape,
invisible like the wind with presence felt.
A man and his dreams
summoning the latent power of earthbound solitude
an entity with a hungry Sun to his right and a thirsty Moon to his left.

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.

Imagine

By Charles Sapp II

I look back at time’s youthful face and see this child full of inquisitive wonder
with their involvement in this world, while wearing it on his shoulders,
trying to cram its volume, density and mass within the cranial plates of his head.
Even though it could never fit, there was more than enough room in his heart.

Passion for answers consumed every waking frame,
when at a lull, boredom plagued idle moments and child’s play was just that.
He’d close his eyes and choose a color and run with it,
imagining the crystalline purity of aquatic blue water rippled with drops
from a tropical shower and the Sun playing peek-a-boo through the cumulus clouds
and casting a double rainbow with a game of hide and go seek of hidden treasure
where X – marks the spot.

With escapism at a cost; sessions of imaginative glory lasting for quite some time,
with gaps of slow motion speculation and third person observation.
Nature was his only friend and the environment was his playground.
He later learned to control the bullying wind and tame its tantrums to his benefit.
Blowing bubbles as wishes atop trees
and watching them drift to foreign realms of fantasy without breaking.
His unselfish wishes were mere meditations through the Earth’s respiratory system.

To look back at the child with no suit, no lab coat, no degree and no salary;
he remained content with no control except the nourishment to his soul.
His responsibility further outweighed mine to date which allows me to reflect
on all that we take for granted with peace of mind, peace at heart,
or world peace which begins with the child within.

Dreams of Reason and Unrest

By Charles Sapp II

He took the shortest path towards an unknown destination,
by cutting corners and making sharp turns,
almost always leading down a one way street to a dead-end.
Carelessly moving fast,
blundering through life’s road signs
and missing its beautiful scenic vistas.
Rushing to meet tomorrow in a panic state of mind;
a soul's unrest, driven by the next dollar made quickly.

Fueled by ego’s fumes;
let down hard with disappointment,
stranded in a lonely man’s world
with foreign faces lending their hearts.
His disbelief without reason,
against the rules that are opposite to his character;
he rejects opportunity and offers to love alone
and cherish earnings made by other’s expense.

Only after falling asleep into dream’s reality,
mirroring cause and effect;
specially formulated as a truth serum.
Harmonious order born from chaos,
where monetary possessions dissipate into the moments
and materialism dematerializes.

The Sky opens its mouth and says nothing.
The Sun turns away without looking.
The Moon phases to new and leaves him alone in the dark
in search for his inner light to guide him to purpose,
reason and the reignite the flame of his potent gift.

The world shall not forget as long as you remember.
The Sky shrinks into itself and turns inside-out
to reveal the dark side of space.
The Moon melts into the Sun
and the Sun becomes the eye of a child
that speaks his consciousness into existence.

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.

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.

Glacial Dreams

By Charles Sapp II

Glacial ice,
chiseled fractal sheets drift slowly,
sleeping giants awake from dormancy.
Atop the peak of sleep,
the cold numbs the senses as blue ice
sinks deep as cavernous mysteries

evade the imagination.

Dreams of polar escapades,
isolated
kissing the sky and summoning
the moon’s gaze as
spectral rings
glow, the crystal halos reflect light
in starburst patterns that dance above the atmospheric disturbance.

Auroras of mystic myth
reveals themselves as the Sun abandons the day
and electricity skates across the sky,
dominions divided;
solid, gas, liquid—
Ice, sky, and water.