Mystic Musings

A New Numeral

2011-11-18T14:34:00.000-07:00

This Day I Am A New Numeral.
One Foreign To Me,
But One To Be Mine For A Time,
One For A Time I Am To Be...
And So Shall I Be,
Until Time Relieves Me,
Of This Numeral Foreign To Me.
This Day I Am A New Numeral.

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- A reflection on my birthday

Two Birds

2011-09-13T08:01:00.000-06:00

Two Birds.
Resting Upon A Light Post,
Just After The Sunrise,
Sharing Each Others Gaze...
Then...Bird Song!
And They Are Off,
Toward The Moon Hiding Just Beyond Haze Of Cloud.
Farewell.

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This was the view I had while locking up my bike after a shift at work

The Night Watchmen

2011-08-19T08:29:00.000-06:00

The Moon Is Full And I Ride Home.
Up Ahead He Sits Upon A Reversed Bucket,
The Night Watchmen,
Bearded, With A Staff.
Our Eyes Meet And Remain Connected Until I’ve Passed,
My Passage Shall Be A Safe One.

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- I was riding home late one night from a friends & came across this fellow along the way

From Ferry To Fairy, From Tail To Tale

2011-07-03T23:43:00.000-06:00

Ferry Me Along The Conscious River
Until It Relieves Itself Into The Expanse Of The Unconscious Ocean,
I’ve Taken My Place Under The Covers
And Relinquished My Eyelids Of Their Duty.

I’ll Watch As The Ferry Carves A Tail In The Ocean Waves
Until I’m Hypnotized, And Find Myself With New Eyes,
Seeing Myself In A New Tale, Still Mine, Yet Hard To Define.

Let Adventure Ensue Along Trails With Strangers
Until I Find Myself In The Depths Of A Forest
At The Gate Of A Fairy.

Let The Fairy Tell Me My Tales With Twist & Bends
Until I Find Myself Wrapped Up In The Distortions,
Searching For Meaning, Searching For My Tail,
For The Gateway Back To My Ferry.

Let Me Rediscover My Tail And Find Myself With My Old Eyes
Looking Out Across The Great Expanse Of The Unconscious Ocean.

Ferry Me Back To The Conscious River
Where I Shall Reinstate My Eyelids To Their Duty
And Rise To Another Day.

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Here's a take on the journey to the realm of dreams & back

Not Its Inhabitant

2011-05-15T17:27:00.000-06:00

You Will Not See Me On This Day.
On This Day I Shall Be Known Only As
The Walls & The Curtains,
The Creeks In The Floor,
The Hum Of The Refrigerator,
The Furniture Encompassing The Hearth,
The Clothing Lining The Closet...
I Shall Be My Home, Not Its Inhabitant.
And When You Enter I’ll Welcome You As
A Place To Rest, To Dine, To Work, To Play...
But You’ll Not See Me On This Day,
On This Day I Shall Be My Home, Not Its Inhabitant

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- I wrote this poem on a day that I didn't wish to venture outside my home & address the world. Looking back on it a couple days later it occured to me it can be interpretted as a poem on death, the idea of entering the home of a loved one just after they pass to collect & organize their things

As My Compass

2011-05-14T23:53:00.000-06:00

Calm Was The Night On Which The Moon Was My Compass.
A Half Moon, Softened Ever So Slightly By A Thin Cloud Sheet,
And Up In The Western Sky Did It Shine,
Calling On Me To Follow, Follow It All The Way Home.
Calm Was The Night On Which The Moon Was My Compass.

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:
- Musings on a late night walk home from a friends

They Are Amongst Us, Watching Over Us, Diverse As We(Angels)

2011-03-31T23:48:00.001-06:00

Angels...
Gentle, Majestic Healers Or Guides...

They Are Amongst Us, Watching Over Us, Diverse As We...

But Not As The Myths Say, No!
For You’ll Not See One With Wings, Ne’er I Say, Ne’er!
But Be Not Shaken In Your Faith...

They Are Amongst Us, Watching Over Us, Diverse As We...

Perhaps You’ve Seen The Halos In The Eyes Of Another,
The Recognition Unmistakable, The Confirmation Undeniable, The Revelation Insatiable...
Perhaps You’ve Seen The Halos In The Eyes Of Another...

They Are Amongst Us, Watching Over Us, Diverse As We...

Perhaps You’ve Encountered A Heavenly Angel,
Afloat Via Grace, Golden As The Sun, Warming All She Touches, Illuminating Every Room...
Radiant & Mystical, Wise & Comprehendible, Giving Via Presence, Receiving Via Praise...
Perhaps You’ve Encountered A Heavenly Angel...

They Are Amongst Us, Watching Over Us, Diverse As We...

Perhaps You’ve Encountered A Dark Angel
But Confuse Not “Dark” With “Evil”, For I Speak Of An Angel Worn By Her Duties,
More Down To Earth, Her Delicate Gaze Speaking Beyond Her Words...
“Wrap Your Arms Around Me & I’ll Heal You As You Heal Me”
A Fair Trade, Angel To Angel...
Perhaps You’ve Encountered A Dark Angel...

They Are Amongst Us, Watching Over Us, Diverse As We...

Gentle, Majestic Healers Or Guides...
Angels...

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Comentary on the angels within us & amongst us

Always I Am A Melody

2011-03-27T12:40:00.000-06:00

This Life Is Jazz, And So We Improvise
At Times We’re AvantGarde, At Times Traditional

Always I Am A Melody...Seeking Out My Song
Whether My Notes Be Ugly, Or My Notes Be Pretty
Always I Am A Melody...Seeking Out My Song

Indeed There Are Ugly Notes, Indeed The Are Pretty Ones
At Times I Am The Ugly, At Times I Am The Pretty

Always I Am A Melody...Seeking Out My Song
Whether My Notes Be Ugly, Or My Notes Be Pretty
Always I Am A Melody...Seeking Out My Song

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Thoughts on trying to find ones way in life as related to jazz music

A Night With The Blues

2011-03-12T13:14:00.000-07:00

We Had Us A Smoke,
And Many Glasses Of Wine
We Danced To The Blues,
And We Felt Fine

My Grin Was Wide,
As I Knocked Off My Glass
Indeed It Broke,
But We Has Us A Laugh

The Morning Was Bright,
And We Felt Rough
But The Bluesman Sang,
“How Life Is Tough”

I’d Do It Again,
As It Was Worth It
We Danced To The Blues,
The Night Was Perfect

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- A lyric poem on a good night with friends & the blues

...We Shared A Dance...

2011-03-12T12:44:00.001-07:00

She Was A Friend
She Was Beautiful
She Might Have Been A Lover,
There Was A Chance...

She Had An Accent
She Wore Her Hair In Locs,
Some With Multicolour Beads For Decoration
Her Style Was Punk Meets Hippie,
As Was Her Attitude
She Was A Free Spirit

She Was A Gal At An Opeth Concert,
One Behind Whom I Stood During The Epic Outro To “Deliverance”
She Danced...I Danced...We Danced....We Shared A Dance...If Only Unofficially
Her Locs Brushed Lightly Across My Face As She Swayed,
The Heavenly Scent Of Her Spray Or Shampoo Tickling My Nose
The Moment Was Divine
She Was Central To It
She Was Unforgettable

She Was A Friend
She Was Lovely
She Could Have Been A Lover,
There Was A Chance...

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is a memory of a gal I knew in high school & a night we shared

Lock & Key

2011-03-10T23:51:00.003-07:00

If You Are To Love Me, Beware...

For I Am Stranger Than Fiction,
And Thus Regularly Beyond The Constraints Of Sense,
I Animate This Vessel But Comprehend It Not.
So If You Dare Take Me In I Pray You Fear Not The Bizarre,
Rather That You’re Awed By My Mystery,
And Curious Of My Journey,
For Together...We'll Be Lock & Key.

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is some commentary on loving a strange character

Paint Me Perfection, Paint Me A Portal

2011-02-24T11:45:00.001-07:00

Paint Me Perfection And Bring It To Life
Throw Me In And Free Me Of Strife
Leave Me To Wander The Realm Of Wonders
Away From The Greys Back Home To Colours
Envelop Me With Hope & A Dash Of Pride
Then Send Me Along With Pomp In My Stride
Paint Me A Portal Back To The World
Pick Up My Pieces, Restore My Soul

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- A commentary on trying to move beyond strife back to a place of contentment

Windows

2011-02-22T17:36:00.000-07:00

Ring To Ring,
Sphere To Sphere,
Eyes!
Windows To The Soul,
Windows...
Coloured Intrinsically By A Divine Artisan
Who Paints From Hazels, And Teals, And Sages, And Silvers,
At Times Suffusing The Palette,
At Times Devoting A Single Colour To Each,
Ensuring Our Windows Are Stained,
And Ready To Mesmerize
Eyes!
Ring To Ring,
Sphere To Sphere,
Windows To The Soul,
Windows...

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- On the beauty of eyes

Let Us Away

2011-02-22T16:32:00.000-07:00

Let Us Away...
Let Us Away From Responsibility
Let Us Away From Responsiveness
Let Us Away To Another View,
To Another Of The Quintet...

...The Straight Eye...
...The Crooked Eye...
...The Lustful Eye...
...The Predatory Eye...
...The Unconscious Eye...

Let Us Away To The Crooked,
To Heightened Touch,
And Taste, And Sound,
And Scent, And Sight...
To The Mysterious And The Magical,
The Playful And The Sensational
Let Us Away To The Senseless
Let Us Away To Senselessness,
To Complete Submersion In Pure Distortion,
Pure Distortions, Pure...Confusion???
Hmmm...It’s Too Much & Not Enough...

So Let Us Away To The Lustful,
To The Primal And The Carnal,
The Ecliptic And The Climactic...

Let Us Away To The Predatory,
And It’s Instinct For Survival,
For Nutrition...

Let Us Away To The Unconscious,
To It’s Portraits Of Emotion,
It’s Freedom From Restriction,
It’s Resting Of Conviction...

Let Us Away...
Let Us Away To Responsibility
Let Us Away To Responsiveness
Let Us Away To The Straight...

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is about the need for all of us to leave constructs & find freedom elsewhere as well as the need to return from the adventures back to life proper with the lessons gained from them

The Trees & The Winds

2011-02-14T03:32:00.000-07:00

Twisting, Turning, Swirling, Curling...Fluttering!
The Winds...Cut Through The Leaves Of Trees
And This Is How The Elder Statesmen Of Earth Are Given Voice
Shhhhoooooflutt-t-t-ter
And The Winds Are The Music Of The Trees Too
For All Life Loves To Dance
So Under Those Racing Winds The Trees Sway
They Know Of The Blues
They Know Of Jazz
They Know Of Rock
They Are...Classical
For The Are The Original...Elder Statesmen
From Beginning Through To The End
The Trees & The Winds
They Are My Friends

Twisting, Turning, Swirling, Curling...Zooming!
The Winds...They Love Tunnelling
So They Race Between Our Concrete Erections
Never Slowing, Despite Jolting The Steps Of The Strollers About
And At This The Trees Laugh
Shhhhoooooflutt-t-t-ter
They Know Of Pranks
And They Know Of Farce
And They Know Of Tomfoolery
They Are...Classical
For They Are The Original...Elder Statesmen
From The Beginning Through To The End
The Trees & The Winds
They Are My Friends

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is a bit fantastical but I was up late one night at the window listening to the wind pur through the tree leaves & it made me think of how I love a late stroll when accompanied by a breeze & that sound. This poem is a form of appreciation of that in written form

Film Is My Lover

2011-02-07T02:01:00.000-07:00

Film Is My Lover, And Seductress She Is

With Her Varied Tales, Of Various Natures
And A Great Many They Are, Anxious On Her Lips
Awaiting Their Turn, As Her Viewers Kiss

And She Speaks To Me Of Life, And The Lives I’ll Never Live
She Teases Out My Emotions, Even Those From Which I Hide

At Times She Speaks Of Fantasies, And Makes Me Feel High
At Times She Speaks Of Truths, I Know I Cannot Deny

And When I Need A Laugh, She Tell The Tales Of Clowns
And When I Need A Think, She Documents This World

Should Her Stories Bore, She’ll Say “Feel Free To Walk Away,
But Don’t Forget Me Now, And Please Do Come Again”

Film Is My Lover, And Seductress She Is
With Her Varied Tales, Of Various Natures
And A Great Many They Are, Anxious On Her Lips
Awaiting Their Turn, As Her Viewers Kiss

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is one on my love of films

Faces

2011-02-07T01:58:00.000-07:00

Composed In The Daylight
We Are Faces, Many Faces
But How Many Faces Are True?
If We Saw Truth In All Eyes,
Would It Be Cruel?
So Put On Your Face Then
And Perhaps One Day I’ll See You
And You Me
And We’ll Be
Until We Flee Our Vulnerabilities
And Then We Are Back To Our Faces
Our Many Faces
Filling The Spaces
Covering Disgraces
Until We Pace Into The Path Of A Kindred Spirit
And Feel No Need To Hide
And So We Confide
Rolling Ourselves Out Like The Tide

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This one broaches the idea of the public & true selves & how much more time we spend being public than true

Soft Slow Motion Morning

2010-12-31T07:08:00.000-07:00

Poem
Soft Slow Motion Morning
Soft Slow Motion Morning

Tired
Laying, Resting, Thinking
Laying, Resting, Thinking

Rise
Plotting & Stretching
Plotting & Stretching

Waking
Yawning, Sipping, Browsing
Yawning, Sipping, Browsing

Rise
Plotting & Cleansing
Plotting & Cleansing

Task
Scrubbing, Showering, Freshening
Scrubbing, Showering, Freshening

Break
Sipping & Browsing
Sipping & Browsing

Tired
Laying, Napping, Dreaming
Laying, Napping, Dreaming

Rise
Rushing & Cleansing
Rushing & Cleansing

Task
Combing, Brushing, Dressing
Combing, Brushing, Dressing
Rise
Meeting & Greeting
Meeting & Greeting

Poem
Soft Slow Motion Morning
Soft Slow Motion Morning

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Some musings on a morning I had one day

When From Eclipse, Your Beauty Is Dawning

2010-12-29T09:44:00.000-07:00

Oh Moon, Oh Moon,
Shall Tonight Be Your Calling?
When From Eclipse,
Your Beauty Is Dawning?

Shall I Round The Earth,
To Hide You From View,
The Bring You Back,
Reddened? Anew?

Shall You Invite Your Friends,
The Wondrous Stars,
To Gather Round,
Your Majestic Pose?

So When They Take To Stroll,
In The Midst Of The Night,
They’ll Look In Awe,
Engaged By Your Sight?

Oh Moon, Oh Moon,
Shall Tonight Be Your Calling?
When From Eclipse,
Your Beauty Is Dawning?

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- After a few night strolls to view the eclipse of 2010 I captured some of the experience in poetic form

Business As Usual

2010-12-29T09:40:00.000-07:00

I wonder what's going in Asian right now,
In the countries of Buddhism & Hinduism & Taoism,
Where there is no Christmas, commercial or religious
Where the world is just that, another world
Are the pockets of Christianity celebrating too?
Has the commercial craze consumed them as well?
Are they congregating with family? at their churches?
Perhaps they do so in secret...
But what of the rest?
Equivalent of me in their festive seasons,
Hearing only a soft murmur of alternate reality...
I suppose it business as usual,
With the odd passing comment on the ways of the west,
As they continue to look east,
The direction that concerns them most

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Some musings on what the rest of the world is up to when we in the west are in our festive season

Perhaps, The Precursor

2010-12-11T23:01:00.001-07:00

What Is This?
It Can’t Be Love
Perhaps It’s The Precursor To Love
I’m Infatuated, I’m Jealous, I’m Terrified...Yet I Desire
But One Has To Make Love
And No, I Do Not Speak Of Consummation
Though There Is A Space For That Too
Rather I Speak Of Engaging Him Or Her Whose Affections You Seek
And Doing So At Every Opportunity
While Also Allowing Them Space To Breathe When They Ask It
One Must Learn Their Needs
And Become Conscious Of Their Evolutions Or Dissolutions Or Dilutions
Ah, There Is Much To Learn Along The Way
But Not Through Prism Of Logic, No
Through The Ocean Currents Of Emotions Erupting Wildly Of Their Own Accord
Alas, I Still Remain At The Question..
What Is This?
Perhaps, The Precursor...

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Thoughts on trying to awaken ones self to the potential of love

Tasting The Mystery

2010-12-11T22:55:00.001-07:00

Take Me The To The Kitchen
Where The Water Is A Boil
And The Cup Waits Anxiously
For The Leaves To Be Soiled
And Aroma And Taste
To Every Corner Spread
Till The Cup Is Caressed
By A Kiss At It’s Head

Where Shall I Go
On This Wondrous Sensation?
Perhaps The Ravine
In It’s Musky Precipitation
It’s a Wonder That My Mind
Tastes Nature In These Leaves
The Feeling Is Sublime
It’s A Moment Of Peace

Here’s To You
My Cup Of Tea
You Keep Me Rooted
To The Mystery

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- As a lover of teas this work shows my appreciation for the drink

The Made Man

2010-12-11T22:43:00.002-07:00

The Man Was Art

The Art Made The Man

The Made Man Broke

So Broke Man Wrote

He Wrote As He Choked

He Choked As He Wrote

The Art Made The Man

And The Made Man Broke

They Couldn’t Understand

The Ways Of This Man

They Couldn’t Understand

The Man Was Art

The Art Made The Man

The Made Man Broke

So Broke Man Wrote

From The Tips Of His Fingers

Rose Metaphor In Sound

For Metaphor In Sound

They Gave Him A Crown

The Crown Made The Man

And The Made Man Broke

The Man Was Art

Or So The People Wrote

He Dabbled In Plays

In A Character Haze

Maintaining His Gaze

For Public His Displays

The Made Man Sighed

The Made Man Cried

He Knew Not Why

Yet He Felt Denied

The Man Was Art

The Art Made The Man

The Made Man Broke

So This Poem He Wrote

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Musings on an artists struggle to balance recognition with his/her natural inclination to create

Close Distance

2010-12-11T22:40:00.002-07:00

Come,

Let Us Meet In The Close Distance,

And See Who We Are

Through Electrified Webbing,

We’re Close Yet Still Far

It’s In This Space,

We’ll Learn Of Each Other

The Distance Our Screens,

An Alias Our Cover

But There Are Some Who Say,

It’s Never Completely True

For Presence Prevails,

As A Friendship’s Ultimate Glue

Have We Each Mannerisms,

The Other Will Detest?

Have We Each Emotions,

That Remain Unexpressed?

The Close Distance Is Too Far,

Away From The Breast

Alas, We All Know,

The Heart Resides Beneath The Chest

Still May We Meet,

In This World’s Yarn String

We Must Not Forget,

The Wonders That It Brings

Come,

Let Us Meet In The Close Distance,

And See Who We Are

Through Electrified Webbing,

We’re Close Yet Still Far

It’s In This Space,

We’ll Learn Of Each Other

The Distance Our Screens,

An Alias Our Cover

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- We are a generation so connected yet so removed & I thought to comment on it

Past Lives

2010-08-19T13:52:00.002-06:00

Suddenly I Felt It

I Knew It

I Was It

Before This

And Past This

I Do This

I Am This

Past Lives In Real Time

A Phenomena Of The Mind

The Soul Realigned

They’re Brief Yet Divine

Hard To Define

So They’re Brushed Aside

Thought A Lie

Our Many Lives

In Our Minds Eyes

They’re Reminders Of Purpose

Inspirer’s Of Discipline

An Inner Glistening

To Ourselves

We Are Listening

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- I was reading a book that had deep musings into reincarnation & these thoughts were spawned

I Do Not Recall

2010-07-31T21:01:00.001-06:00

I Do Not Recall

I Do Not Recall Having Not Been Nor Becoming

I Am Aware That I Was Born

For I Am Aware Of The Ways Of Birth

But I Do Not Recall Being Born

I Recall My Youth

But I Do Not Recall My Infancy

I Do Not Recall When Infancy Bore Memory

Making It So I Have Ever Been

So I Have Never Not Been

And In This State Of Non-Recollection I Shall Be

For The Duration Of The Continuance That Is Life

With The Odds Split Evenly On Whether I May or May Not Be Aware Of My End

As Death Makes It’s Final Encroaching Descent On My Consciousness

From All Dimensions Known & Unknown

Is It Then That I Shall Recall Having Not Been Or Becoming?

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- These thoughts came to me out of the blue one day after I watched a documentary & was having a snack. They are totally unrelated to the documentary I watched but I found them intriguing & began to write. They are a contemplation of life & death without the mentioning of religion or science

Oh Flame

2010-07-28T10:23:00.002-06:00

Oh Flame, Oh Flame

What A Devil You Are

Take Us With You When You’ve Consumed Your Feed

And Venture Back To The Depths Of Nothingness

From Whence You Came

You Show Yourself The Same Yet Cloaked Upon Your Every Appearance

How Are We To Know If You’re To Warm Or Burn?

Will Your Flicker Be Our Salvation?

Will It Light Our Temples?

Will You Engulf The Forest To Free The Seeds?

You Show Yourself As The Passion Of Our Galaxies

Flaring

Flashing

Fuming

With Intensities Unfathomable

For You Our Figurative Harness Remains A Play Toy

“I May Be Held, This Time” You Tease

Oh Flame, Oh Flame

What A God You Are

Take Us With You When You’ve Consumed Your Feed

And Venture Back To The Essence Of All

From Whence You Came

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Musings on the power & spirituality within the natural world

Painting Perspectives

2010-07-28T10:21:00.002-06:00

Oh, the stories we love to tell

The memories that do not expel

Those that expand from mind to mouth becoming half lives

Carried on the winds through to air catching ears

And once devoured

The synapses of yet another mind begin their strokes

Painting perspectives

We’re back & forth in this exchange

With our lives in ever fluidic change

Deja vu ignites while surprise shines bright on the horizon

We can’t know it all

But that we know shant fall

Not if we recite

The wonders of this life

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- I overheard my mom on the phone telling a story she loves to tell & these thoughts came to me immediately

The Beauty Of The Rains

2010-07-28T10:16:00.002-06:00

It’s the smell, the sound, the feel

Being soaked by on pouring water that’s not a shower,

Not perfectly warmed,

And not guided by my hand,

Yet somehow still refreshing to be in...

Nature’s cleanser,

Treating me along with everything abound,

That’s the beauty of the rains

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- My musings on my love of rainy days

Nakedness, Shame, The Elements, The Judgements

2010-07-28T10:10:00.002-06:00

Nakedness

I Am Clothed Yet I Feel Naked

A Hand Above My Heart And Genitals

If I Am To Be Bled Dry It Shant Be By Either Such Vulnerability

I’ve Got To Hide My Shame

Shame

A Strange Association For Nakedness

In A Kingdom Of Animals We Are The Only For Which Nakedness Is A Shame

In It We Are Neither Protected From The Elements Nor The Judgements

Animals Nest And Burrow And Dam And Den,

For The Elements Can Be Ever Unrelenting

In This We Are Similar

But Our Nakedness...

It Requires The Strength Of Mind Evolution Has Bore In Us,

For Both The Elements And The Judgments Tear At Ever Exposed Nakedness

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is one of my many contemplations, a string of thoughts that wondered my mind one day

The Wind

2010-01-21T15:10:00.003-07:00

The Wind Hears Our Cries

The Wind Hears Our Calls

The Wind Hears Our Cries

The Wind Hears Us All

It Hears Us All

The Wind Holds Our Cries

The Wind Holds Our Calls

The Wind Holds Our Cries

The Wind Holds Us All

It Holds Us All

The Wind Knows Our Cries

The Wind Knows Our Calls

The Wind Knows Our Cries

The Wind Knows Us All

It Knows Us All

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This poem is an interesting conclusion I came to about things we all know & that all know us, the wind is one of them

Stimulate Us

2009-11-11T21:53:00.003-07:00

Stimulate Us,

We Who Feed On High Concentration Servings Of Glucose And/Or Sodium

We Who Rarely Contemplate The Lethargy That May Envelope As A Result

We Who As Such May Wrestle With Addiction On A Cellular Plane

Stimulate Us,

We Who’ve Corroded Our Minds In The Area Of Patience

We Who’ve Electrified To The Point Of Dependence

We Who’ve Logged In To Access So Much Of Nothing

Stimulate Us,

We Who Race Up The Clouds Of Consciousness

We Who Suspend Until Crash Is Immanent

We Who Visit Alternate Realms Yet Illude Their Teachings

Stimulate Us

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Here's at take on our fast paced lives & how we need to fill our stimulation fixes

The Beauty Of A Moment Shared In Silence

2009-08-25T18:36:00.004-06:00

Definitive Is The Singular Theme Communicated By Expression In Silence

It May Echo With A Great Passion,

...Discomfort, Admiration, Disapproval, Appreciation...

Still, Lingering In The Background Remains A Hum,

A Hum Of A Society That Hasn’t A Moment To Stop, To Reflect

And So This Expression Of A Minute Yet Encompassing Nature Is Deemed Undesired

The Exception Being Within The Context Of A Portrait,

There, Those Of Reticent Nature May Be Captured Revealing A Truth Of Themselves,

Along With The Beauty Of A Moment Shared In Silence

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Here's a take on sharing moments in silence & their ability to communicate ideas to great effect

Simple Beautiful

2009-07-06T21:50:00.006-06:00

She Was Plain, She Was Simple

Yet When She Spoke, Beauty Rose From Her Voice

It So Engulfed Her, Became Her Aura

In This Way She Was Majestic

"Simple Is The Way", These Words She Would Say

He Wore Long Hair, He Let His Beard Grow

His Smile Was Truly Genuine, His Wisdom Was Endless

He Was Far From Primitive, Yet Close To Mother Earth

“Simple Is The Way”, These Words He Would Say

Together They Were, Together They’ll Be

What Beauty There Is In Simplicity

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- Our definition of beauty is often us minus our natural/rugged traits so here I'm just looking at the beauty within natural/rugged traits

Random Thoughts Will Flow

2009-07-06T21:48:00.003-06:00

Time Dances Around Our Consciousness Changing Pace With Every Step

I Cannot Concentrate, I Feel Only Stress

Stillness Is Something We’re Taught Not To Know

Lack Of Stillness Remains Our Goal

What Am I Saying?

I Do Not Know

What Am I Saying?

Random Thoughts Will Flow

Over Sensation = Overstimulation

Overstimulation = Mental Constipation

Knowledge Do Not Equate To Action

Possessions Do Not Equal Satisfaction

What Am I Saying?

I Do Not KnowWhat Am I Saying?

Random Thoughts Will Flow

Random Thoughts Resonate, They’ll Change Your Mood

Random Thoughts Resonate, A Mind On The Moon

Random Thoughts Resonate, Some Are Of Malice

Random Thoughts Resonate, Some Cause Imbalance

Random Thoughts Resonate, Some Even Blind

Random Thoughts Resonate, A Fog Within The Mind

Chemical Saturation Leads To Chemical Suffocation

Indeed, We Live The Chemical Generations

What Am I Saying?

I Do Not Know

What Am I Saying?

Random Thoughts Will Flow

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is one of those moments when you're contemplative but not focused so your thoughts are random & sporadic

For I Content When The Times Are Not

2009-07-06T20:38:00.004-06:00

...For I Am Content When The Times Are Not...

When The Sky Has Greyed & The Air Has Sweetened,

The Winds Caress & The Rains Quench,

...I Am Content When The Times Are Not...

When The Radio Chats & The Screen Lies Dormant,

The Drum Shakes The Wall & The Strings Cry To The Heavens

...I Am Content When The Times Are Not...

When The Dress Is Casual & Etiquette Bends,

The Bizarre Unite & The Average Disperse,

...I Am Content When The Times Are Not...

When The Misplaced Seems In Position & The Chaos Is Organized,

The Orderly Are Absurd & The Puzzle Is Reshaped,

...I Am Content When The Times Are Not...

When The Question Holds Value Over It’s Answer & The Educated Are Not Academic,

The Common Denominator Is The Highest Digit & The Sciences Become Spiritual,

...Indeed, I Am Content When The Times Are Not...

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- There are many things that can be enjoyed but are generally deemed undesirable, I sometimes find a sense of solace in these very things

And So Waking Life Is

2009-07-06T20:11:00.004-06:00

And So Waking Life Was
I Know Not Why, I Know Not How
But So Long As It Was, I Would Ride It’s Current
Until The Great Need For Rest Overcame
And I Would Drift Into Another Consciousness
One In Which The Laws Of Mathematics, Of The Sciences
Are Seemingly Applied At Random
In Which The Mother Tongue Is Hidden Revelations
Abundant, & Waiting For Those Who Wish To Decipher
And So Waking Life Is

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:
- This is a continuation of my thoughts on the great mystery that is life

These Paths Are Misunderstood

2009-07-03T00:29:00.005-06:00

Oh,

To Be A Monk, To Be A Mystic, To Be Ascetic, To Be Simplistic

These Paths Are Rare, These Paths Are Misunderstood

Reflective, Contemplative Masters Of Realism & Superstition, Wisdom & Contrition

They Multiply & Magnify Residing In Mental Marination A.K.A. Meditation

Uncovering Theoretical Philosophies Of Spirituality

This Is The Hearts Necessity, The Value Of Which Is Immeasurable By The Numeral

Oh,

To Be A Monk, To Be A Mystic, To Be Ascetic, To Be Simplistic

These Paths Are Rare, These Paths Are Misunderstood

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:
- These are people we look up to yet find hard to understand, their lives are often a great mystery. The beauty of them is that logic/rationale isn't the way to comprehension as with many other things, it's often simply & purely a feeling for those that manage to cross over

Fields Of Blue

2009-06-30T21:21:00.010-06:00

Fields Of Blue

Up Above

They’re Vast, They Intrigue

So We Take Flight

Meditation & Prayer

To Calm The Mind, The Soul

Artistic Expression

To Voice The Spirit

May We All Embrace The Fields Of Blue

Fields Of Blue

All Around

They’re Vast, They Intrigue

So We Submerge

Rains & Waters

To Foster Growth

Rivers & Rapids

To Spread It Forth

May We All Embrace The Fields Of Blue

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This poem is a take on the 2 "fields of blue", the sky & the ocean.
I relate the sky to inspiration & spirit as we often look up for both whereas I use the ocean as a general reference for water, the tonic of life

Imagery As Identity

2009-06-30T21:16:00.005-06:00

Imagery As Identity
It’s A Lifestyle, A Philosophy
Be Who You Want To Be
Within The Mold Of Society
If Not, You’re Outcast & Treated Crass
Because The Billboard Fantasy
Is Not Universal Reality
But It Drives The Economy
Without Which Where Would We Be?

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- In this work I'm examining this significance of image in society. It was written in part because of my aversion to pretty society at times

The Judgement Complex

2009-06-30T21:14:00.004-06:00

The Judgement Complex Permeates All Minds At All Times
It Is The Sum Of Ones Societal Panoramic And Home Dynamic
So Think Twice & Be Nice Because Hierarchy As Necessity
Is A Mental Actuality Which May Be Unfriendly

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This poem is self explanatory. At the time I was feeling judged quite often so naturally I was thinking about what judgement is

The Simplicity Of Necessity

2009-06-30T21:10:00.006-06:00

Four Walls & A Door
It’s All Some Ask For
The Simplicity Of Necessity
Many Do Not See
Life Beyond Our Means
Such Happiness We Seek
A Pace Unmatched By Step
Brings Collapse After The Stretch
Mind Over Matter To Tackle Ones Fears
Our Minds Are On Matter
So Obsessions Thrive
Stress Levels Rise
For With Possessions & Toys
We Strive To Fill Voids

By The Poet Adjei
© 2008

The Word On The Word:

- Economy & consumption is a basic part of life but within our culture excess is the name of the game so this approaches things from the necessity stand point

Wild & Free/Above The Heavens

2009-06-30T21:06:00.005-06:00

We’ve Taken Seats Above The Heavens

Will God Smite Us For Our Questions?

We Are Freewill, Curiosity, Imagination

The Fruits Of Our Minds, Wild & Free

We Are Earth, Spirit, Philosophy

The Fruits Of Essence, Wild & Free

To Define We Build

To Build We Define

Babel Collapsed

Will Earth’s Mines?

We Are Equations, Sensations, Revelations

The Fruits Of Our Minds, Wild & Free

We Are Energy, Fibre, Precipitation

The Fruits Of Essence, Wild & Free

To Define We Build

To Build We Define

Babel Collapsed

Will Earth Survive?

We’ve Taken Seats Above The Heavens

Will God Smite Us For Our Questions?

By The Poet Adjei

The Word On The Word:

- This is a take on humanity, what we are & where we are going. "Above the Heavens" is a reference to the sky & outer space as they were "the heavens" to most of man for ages until we took flight. Now man is in space at all times so in essence "we've taken seats above the heavens"

We Take A Breath

2009-06-30T01:46:00.010-06:00

We Take A Breath,
Then...

Fluctuation, Communication, Transformation, & Representation
This Is Human Life In Motion
But What Is The Destination?
Any Thoughts?
Many Thoughts...
So...

We Take A Breath,
Then...

Question, Explanation, Creation Or Evolution
This Is Theory In Motion
But What Is Truth?
Any Thoughts?
Many Thoughts...
So...

We Take A Breath

By The Poet Adjei
© 2008

The Word On The Word:
- This is another on the question(s) of life -