The freezing rain was so bad, we decided not to make the drive to Ontario for X-mas. I decided not to pursue a degree in Finance and instead save up and work, that means I graduate this spring! i've been a recluse for the better part of the month and I feel purified, didn't write much poetry here is one:

My poems didn't make it in that contest thingy, oh well.

Winter Song

Know’st thou at the fall of the feathered snow,

Whose white virginal in centimetres of pure beauty,

A covering of the seraph’s hour, bestowed by December winds,

Whose weight is light, and whose whiteness reflect the same,

Woven from water, to water returning,

Which falters only by its falling grace?

An indecisiveness between rain, fog and sleet,

Yet returning to its colder core, a crystal to become a snowflake,

The white leaves upon which young children play,

The footprints impermanent and transparent,

A velvet gift of the fertile sky, to celebrate winter’s bareness,

Know’st thou the silver hue of cooling’s song,

Where the hours return to forgotten days,

Before the spring, before the warmth

Below the shinning star that is our sun.

As I have exams, I will not be writing poetry (much) in the next 10 days. Some of my most recent work is displayed here:

http://www.authorsden.com/michaelkevinspencer

I also want to go through my older folders of all that I have written to date and re-evaluate my artistic direction.

So until then, I hope you write a lot and enjoy your pre X-mas anticipation, hopefully more good than bad.  

The Physics of Being; the Biology of Unity

Without the Beloved,

Who are we to have a heart,

That only aches in separation,

That only craves joining again.

Without a Beloved other,

What are we but a self-reproducing

Organism, maintaining and affirming

Our identities, such an expenditure of

Energy, simply to continue to exist.

Without the Universe mystery,

What would be our aims?

Distraught during the days,

Sleepless during the nights,

Love is the origin and the source

Of all belonging & all meaning,

The great deliberation point

Between all matter,

And all energy.

The Reality Prognosis

Many have witnessed and experience,

What I am about to say:

The truth cannot be seen, it can only be felt,

God cannot be followed, he can only be created,

Love cannot be experienced fully

Without the essential unity with all of nature,

A sense given to allow for higher states of consciousness,

Trust and faith come suddenly and with meditation,

As knowledge comes gradually with

Attentive study and great effort of introspection.

Illusion and reality are for you to make,

There will be advertisements which

Will pretend to be real, and people who will

Seem very artificial, yet in the intention of the perceiver

Is the responsibility to create their own reality,

A worshiping beyond all forms,

Yet always the first step of any experience.

Since many have lived before us,

Let us listen to their wisdom and not solely,

Follow the edicts of our own selfish desires.

True Love is Not For Everyone

When did the bonds of friendship part?

When youth retreated into conformity,

When dreams became the common rounds,

Or work, routine and complacent reality.

When did the yoke of family love

Spill to the city streets, when parents

No longer thrived in retirement,

And children did not come

An impotence of our developing lives,

Where mates were not for keeps,

And purpose itself began to become vague,

And meaning and labour lost its source

Of vitality, thus making us change,

From the people we were to those

We would become, and all this

During an age of self-reliance,

Enough autonomy given, to become

Our own masters and a poverty of

Intimacy, enough to break our spirits.

The Secret Ache of Eternity

Having felt loved, and knowing attainment,

Would you leave the materialistic plane,

To explore the spiritual and the mystical?

When all needs have been satisfied,

And self-esteem no longer has need to cry,

And respect, power, wealth have been earned,

What else remains to be completed,

In the cyclic dance of the human journey?

Have you encountered the world-soul,

Or taken to the divinity of thy spirit?

Having travelled the Earth, have you

Ever visited the Goddess’s face present

And sacred behind the mundane?

The temples of love beyond human instinct?

Having done all the mortal rounds,

Would you taste immortality and the bliss

Beyond both space and time?

So I entered http://www.xanga.com/aaronmcnees's poetry contest with three very devotional pieces.

LINK: http://www.xanga.com/aaronmcnees/683366572/xanga-poetry-fest-2008.html

I think I always come back to being a 'Bhakti' poet simply because poetry to me is essentially a point of contact between emotion and thought and therefore = the heart. To be an 'empowering' voice has always been important for me, as pessimism has its place, and joyful celebration too.

I sort of realize my entries into the contet will not popular, it's more a statement to myself that to evolve as an author I must atttempt new styles, explore new subejcts, etc....(whether it's popular is of no consideration to me).

I've never been published or even really entered contests so its quite unlike me, but I appreciated A's blog on this as its rare to find genuine poetry contests here. We rant quite a bit on xanga, and for some of us it takes poetic form. Personally I'm always looking for good poets on xanga, but they indeed are rare and far between. However, with every new generation it's interesting to see what the 'kids' are writing about and that's sort of why I stick around.

Even if argueably my poetry as evolved beyond cutting, relationship drama and topics like mental illness or anything gothic at all. If I wrote about body-image it would be more a critique of this culture than a sincere attempt at understanding what so many young women experience - however there are always new horizons in our topics of poetry and I sincerely try to write about a variety of topics.

What taboo or new and novel topics do you the reader suggest I attempt? I'm open to new ideas.