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This Poem was Submitted By: Regis L Chapman On Date: 2008-05-11 19:33:40 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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Remembr

I woke up from a dream of you and remembered what I forgot I knew I remember trading belonging for desire and desire consumed my bride I thought I was secure yet found I was buried alive I was comforted by her presence demure I had sunk so low in quest of fire every inch of skin crawling in manure I couldn't breathe much less be inspired I volunteered my time for this masquerade contributed to the fund and bought the kool-aid and I found later that sure, I got laid I even had some things and had gotten paid my heart and my head now wait in separate lines to pay for our crimes with fines a castrate eunuch blind, with grand designs all this a lifetime ago I raised at last my head slowly quietly quenching the fire down below focusing my eye and looked upon the world a trip back from the dead to claim with flag unfurled sun set against blue sky what is my birthright and homestead which never left my side I claim it now gray rock and cloud beside without excess of pride humble, playing miser still water running deep in bed mariners upon this prow of brow awoken from this sleep proposed steely eyes in red, on the horizon "he has remembered this day, this moment and his way, a name for this rose."

Additional Notes:
This poem I think must come from a sense of myself out of the ashram but also coming out of the long dark mine of the mind. I have now remembered my heart, not as an also, but more as another instrument which can hum along with the song of my true self and the fluttering birds of communication between my new love and I; who are in turn again, merely instruments supporting the play of God experiencing itself.

This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2008-06-04 14:09:06
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.50000
Regis, Thank you for shareing this journey with us. What a blessing you've recieved through your journey, to once again be aligned within yourself, enlightened and still your journey will now continue to new hights. I am elated for you, your emotions and senses have conveyed such a wondrous event, you are truly fortunate. Your poem expresses all you've undergone completely without skipping a beat...that is quite something and the gentle rhyme through out makes it a very pleasant read. This I feel is one of those poems that must be read and re-read to truly grasp the fullness and richness that you are shareing with us. I look forward to more of your work. Best always, Lora

This Poem was Critiqued By: Rene L Bennett On Date: 2008-05-28 12:30:10
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
I truly feel you penned this piece straight from your heart. I clung to and felt every line and stanza as reading. You have shared a very personal piece of yourself with us and I for one feel privilaged for if you're like me as I write, my words on paper is the real me that people in my real life never sees or even has a clue what I hold inside. Only those who read the words I write, know the real me. Always, Rene'

This Poem was Critiqued By: Claire H. Currier On Date: 2008-05-24 21:09:35
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 9.80000
Not familiar with ashram's or how they may work for some but I am quite pleased to know you have left them and have taken over your own thoughts and ations once again. Your words bring forth many images some of which to me are so very dark and frightening.....yet, to those who live it must find other emotions involved as well. I wondered if there was a typo in this line with regards to the word bride? (and desire consumed my bride) I might think pride works much better. And, would the title be missing an e in Remember? I have read most every poem you have recently posted upon your return to the link and it is always a pleasure to find them posted on my page.....again, thank you for sharing this most difficult yet refreshing write. God Bless, Claire

This Poem was Critiqued By: Dellena Rovito On Date: 2008-05-24 14:48:11
Critiquer Rating During Critique: Unknown
Regis, Your additional notes would make a poem! My goodness! 'But more as another instrument which can hum along with the song of my true self and the fluttering birds of communication between my new love and I; who are in turn again, merely instruments supporting the play of God experiencing itself' Anyway, your poem defines a lot, if not most people. Led by sex and pushed by advertising, we are sold a bill of goods. Life is accumulating. Not! Life is about being who you truly are/not being less. And living as this is a crime! The biggest criminal act upon yourself. For which you pay in lost years. I'm so thrilled you learned before it was too late and you had became a bitter old man. You suffered so much, that you would have nothing, rather than to live as you were...... Let's pray many follow your example. Enjoyed your write. Dellena

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