Poetry BlogPoetry Bloghttp://waynepaul.squarespace.com/blog/2008-05-17T01:43:38ZSquarespaceExcerpts from "Scourge"http://waynepaul.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/25/excerpts-from-scourge.htmlWayne Paul2008-04-25T00:18:22Z2008-04-25T00:18:22ZMyna

Bow to me, wayfarer.

Your voyage is nearly complete.

Do not be afraid.

Pluck a pebble from the fountain

And be seated.

 

Do you desire indulgence?

Yes, it is time.

The last twilight approaches.

Anoint your weary senses

With purple-sweetened wafts

And unravel your longest pleasures.

 

Who am I?

 

I am the cycle of the dragon.

I am the paradise of the lotus.

Chaos monk,

White tiger,

Dual demon,

Spear of silk,

I am the nameless one in a temple of jade.

I am the crane's path, east and west.

I am the mimic of divination.

 

Now, wayfarer,

Answer your guide.

Truth.  Enlightenment.  Purity.

Virtue.  Harmony.  Bliss.

Which pebble picked you?

Look, and see the

Smoky, marble moon

Consoling the valley before the monsoon.

Have you balanced the flute and the egg?

 

                                            

                                                --2005

 

 

 

King Mosquito Mouth

King mosquito needs a drink

His barbed mouth is dripping ink

He sees his world and doesn't blink

Smelling lies that always stink

To delude what he doesn't think

 

Placing blame is his endeavor

To war's slogan's he will cling

Democracy by force is better

His words seem so just and clever

Infecting truths make his cure sting

To doubt the cause is to negate

His patriot debate

 

His rule is one of reversed action

Of ethics when it thwarts distraction

Taking sides with slander's faction

He'll brand you with his larva views

He'll only choose the safest news

To saturate, suck, and abuse

 

Loyal party savior

He absorbs venal behavior

Sensitive in lunacy

He interrupts so he can be

For progress as you listen

Detained by your submission

Morphing for all to see

 

Kneel before the sponge-mouth king!

His scepter is a pointed finger

His flag he's called to wring

Monarch of the parasites

He's ever so enlightened

He's a weakling deformed

So reckless yet so frightened

 

                                               --2004

 

]]>ScourgePoetryhttp://waynepaul.squarespace.com/blog/2008/4/22/scourge.htmlWayne Paul2008-04-22T20:54:51Z2008-04-22T20:54:51ZMy new book of poetry, Scourge, is ready for purchase at www.xlibris.com.  Simply click on Bookstore, then Search, type Scourge and specify the Poetry category, and view the book by Wayne Paul.  An exerpt from the book is available for viewing, along with an author bio and a description of my thoughts about the book.   Scourge is also available for purchase at www.amazon.com.  During this recessive period of war-driven, Republican-profligate spending, your contribution to the world of art is greatly appreciated. 

Please feel free to leave a comment, critique, or question on this site about the book , poetry, art, or any thoughts about the world you may hold.  This is my first published piece, and includes what I consider to be the best representation of my work over the past nine years.  Don't hesitate to share your feelings and please, be as explicit and truthful as possible.

]]>A Voice of the AgesPoetryhttp://waynepaul.squarespace.com/blog/2008/1/26/a-voice-of-the-ages.htmlWayne Paul2008-01-26T02:41:54Z2008-01-26T02:41:54ZI believe that the greatest artists are those who are able to transcend their personal lives to create something beyond the realm of sensory association with which they are familiar.  They affect lasting change upon their respective societies and influence the new past of the unborn world through the exploration of the infinite.  Great art expands the frontier of expectation, faith, feeling and the meaning of the psychological condition. That which is timeless must also be profound. 

 

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