Poems 1991

by John WorldPeace

Copyright 1970-2014 by John WorldPeace
Albuquerque, New Mexico USA

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The Arrowhead

The centuries long ago
abandoned this savage camp

The camp fires
burned out
and the
clan never
returned

The contemporary rains
slowly remove the
ancient dust

revealing the chips
of flint
and the arrowheads
of death

the morning sun
fires the edge of
the ancient point
half buried
in the clay

My fingers grasp
the magnet of my eyes
as I feel the ancient
spirit smile behind me
in his rigid stance

The guardians have
accepted me into
their spiritual clan

And time will
be only the judge
of any future
tests

I long for the shroud
of the Ancient of Days

the harmonic savage

the Godfather
of the Earth

The spiritual gift
the humble acceptance

the bowing to those
greater than I

The voices of Silence
that now begin to speak
out loud to my
soul

John WorldPeace
1/13/31
1:59 P.M.

On the video

The big drums of war
beat the occupied ground
half the earth
around

On the video
the battle unfolding
skirmish by skirmish
round by round

The hired killers
of the sanctioned
war

On the video
the air show
that masticates
blood and bone

Soldier soldier
play your deadly game
kill your brother
forget his name

On the video
the sun goes down
night blasts lightening
from the ground

On the video
on the video 

John WorldPeace
1/19/91
5:26 P.M.

The Child of Aids

From where comes
the smile upon the face
of the terminal child

No voices has she

She is less than
a child

more than an infant

her days will be few
and her pain her only known

yet somewhere
deep inside her
exploding shell

an ancient soul
resides

the loving touch
of her keeper
smiles the tiny face
for just an
instant

my soul screams
asunder

at the smile from
the little one’s
terminal pain

John WorldPeace
1/19/91
5:39 P.M.

The War Maker

Make way for
the War Maker

he comes in thunder
and Hell fire

Around the Earth
he rumbles
down the valleys
of death

and up the
mountains of
bitter blood

Make way for
the War Maker

He comes this
way again

John WorldPeace
1/19/91
9:42 P.M.

The Veteran

When I was a
young and handsome man
with enthusiastic
solid dreams of home
and children
wife and peace

I was drafted
to fight a patriotic
war

I said goodbye
to family and friends
and met and made
new friends who
were blown up
in war’s hell

I won the metals
of valor and bravery
and grave wounds

I survived the
mortal hell with
punctured body

and traumatized soul

The hopes and dreams of
youth eventually appeared
but not to a naïve
young man   

It was to the battled
scarred veteran
that came the
children wife and
home

I never forgot
the destroyed friends
I knew

I never forgot
the men and
women and
children too

I killed with
bomb and bullet
and blade and
hand

The years have
allowed few days
of inner peace

even the birth of children
came with broken joys
and suppressed fears

I have lived through
the times of remorse
for my murdering
acts

and times of anger
at my fathers
who dictated
the sacrifice

of my life

I have received the
Veteran’s accalades
in holiday parades

I have reunited with others
the same as I

the processors of
war’s hollow eyes 

Now in my antique body
I contemplate my life
in my remaining days

focusing
on that war
so long ago
away

John WorldPeace
1/20/91
7:43 A.M.

The Newborn

I stand near
one of the billions of portals
through which
old souls re-enter
this plane

Nine months ago
the Earth had
no evidence of
the life to be

not one molecule
not one atom
of being

The portal
we call mother
was ready
but not yet
fertile

The copulating act
the sperm and egg

the genetic
fusion of a
fire and water

The portal has opened
the new life entered

From the infinite nothingness of All
has arrived another one of us

John WorldPeace
1/20/91
1:36 P.M.

I am a mean
and angry time

of black dark
sunshine

and bloody acid
rain

The lies of man

the civilization
of mortal greed

the taking and accumulating
of soon rusted treasures

There is no connection
in the contemporary mind

admiration for
the ideal dream
only come after
the death of
the dreamer

As for the Christ

a million Christian
ministeries will
crucify him once again

Should he be again so bold
as to challenge their
empty religious
game

John WorldPeace
1/20/91
11:56 P.M.

The American- Iraqi War

The reality of the
Dictator of the many

Clashes with the reality
of the president of many more

Two worlds collide
and war lets the
blood of each and
every side

The great destroyer war
meditates the cultural
collision

Each calls upon the
same god

Each manifests
their destiny
of blood letting

No matter the outcome

both win
both lose

In the end
peaceful co-existence

But the heterogeneous seeds
will never become
a homogeneous race

And the many faces of God
shall never be
known as one

John WorldPeace
1/21/91
10:40 A.M.

In my dark divot
in the sandy earth

I wait to kill
the sons of man

I the hater of
wars and killing
silently wait 
in my hole

thirsting after blood

I screamed against
the war

I was at war
for peace

Then came that
fateful day
when they defiled
the sea

with black crude
poison from deep
beneath the
ground

I saw the wildlife
dying in  the
greasy hell

and vowed to decimate
the demented
remorseless tribe

John WorldPeace
1/25/91
10:18 P.M.

Billy

I dance the dance
of mortal man

in deformed body
with half-wit
brain

I am the forever
child of my
father

I will never
be a man

I am a life
of moronic repetition

I am a human monkey

Yet on some special days
I touch the ivory keys

I play the old old songs
that I heard
to children who laugh

and to adults who silently
clap and release
the all knowing
tears 

John WorldPeace
1/25/91
10:29 P.M.

The Maker

The tattered shred
of green brown
cloth

has long marked
of chosen page
of the poet’s
collected verse

The invisible touch
that resides on
who knows which
pages

leaves no clue
upon the favorite
words

Yet here
from long long ago
the woven thread
of some long
gone cloak

emerges from its
long hiding

The patient
and forever marker
of the verse
that someone liked
the best

John WorldPeace
2/08/91
3:52 P.M.

The morning eyes
of morning stars

The evening eyes
of smoldering embers

The magic
of the beaded
wand

The eye
of each
bound bead

The lacing
and placing
together

of myriad
thoughts

and infinite
memories

The afternoon eye
of the rotating
balloon

Endless days
forever nights
forevermore

John WorldPeace
2/10/91
2:58 A.M.

I am but
a son of many
sons

yet I am not
a son of flesh
and bone

I am
a son of the
crystal night

a son of cold hard
faceted sparkling light

I am yellow
and white
blinding fire light

I am the son
of the invisible
dust

In the region
of the deepest
dark night

I reside in
perfect peaceful
shadows

of form and
formless raven
black

I secrete by being
among the gradually
evolving asteroid stone

Between the cracks
and crevices I remain
in my eternal
stupor

I watch
and see every
act and action
simultaneously

perfectly

John WorldPeace
2/10/91
3:26 A.M.

In my youth
I loved from
inside my
loins

It was the love
of lust I
pursued

Firm soft
fleshly thighs
were my passionate
bliss

Then in my prime
it was the
experience of love
that drew me to
its flame

The women of many men
and women too

The inner knowing
buckled with
internal drives

Now in my days
of grey blue eyes
and soul wedded
love and
peace

I only answer
the call of Spring

when love ignites
behind unknown eyes

the lusty
breeding memories

And I chose to see
and answer the
all consuming

Loveless call

John WorldPeace
2/10/91
3:42 A.M.

Valentine’s Day

It was the guns
of Valentine’s Day
that erased my
husband from
the earth

The day of lovers
became the day of
lovers’ end

The first love of my life
the natural
expectation of
years and years
of bonded bliss

The future children
of our bodies
who have now
became the faded
dream

Oh my dear love
why did you leave me
on this the day of
lover’s celebration

Why did you forever condemn me
to face with
mortal fear

the day of lovers’
passionate bliss

John WorldPeace
2/11/91
12:35 P.M.

Death comes to the woods
In waves of reds and oranges
yellow and browns

The populations of trees
and shrubs die in
waves as each
species falls
into the Winter’s sleep

From the hill top
I daily watch the
chain of death

Until the Black Jack Oak
at last flames red
among the Winter greys

The evergreens
hold the reminder
of eternal Spring

until the elms
display their
dull maroon

and each species
rebirths in waves of
flowers, scents
and unique
perfect greens

John WorldPeace
2/11/91
12:45 A.M.

I was the mistake
that doomed the
new born calf

My father the negligence
that killed the
beloved dog

The same day
in places far apart
death visited
father and son

What is the message
of the day
that held the
parallel events

How many others
were linked in that
unique but
unremarkable chain

How many event
link unknowing children
moment by moment
into ever appearing
and dissolving
rings

John WorldPeace
2/11/91
12:58 A.M.

I am a warrior
home from the war

away from the dirt
and blood and
battle stinch

I have long lived
the primitive life
of destructive war

I have made rubble
of other men’s homes

and marked the battles
with their families’
blood

There is no beauty in war

only the dirt of destruction
and the stink
of blood

The rolling hills
have become desolate
pits of smoking earth

Storybook homes
burned out shells

and beautiful young women
raped into old age

John WorldPeace
2/13/91
7:00 A.M.

Holy War 91

Holy War 91

I am Hell’s brigade
on the run

I am dead
even as I breathe

If I survive
the killing fields
I will be returned
to life

but for now
I am one of
the living dead

Holy War 91

and my father
Holy War 42

and my sons
Holy War Too

I have come
to kill a demented part
of the dark skinned race

I abandoned my mortality
as I exited
my father’s home

I kill and destroy now

rape and pillage
and burn

I explode their puppies
And crush their kittens

and treat with contempt
all that is alive
in this foreign place

If I am dead
I shall live
among the dead

I have abandoned my life
and become
Hell on Earth

I am the grim reaper
and I lust after
the enemy
blood

John WorldPeace
2/13/91
7:32 A.M.

Among the shaded trees
I noticed the men
in ancient robes
of white

Two were seated
one stood

One speaking
two listening

They discussed
the world and
its affairs

focusing on the
eternal despair

They were the great
spiritual fathers
and they were confused
about the great
division they
had created

They were men
of different times
and races

of different visions
and different places

They could not solve
the riddle of why
one God

choses to make war
upon Himself

John WorldPeace
2/13/91
11:52 P.M.

The Soldier’s Boy

Cry baby cry
you’re daddy
didn’t have to die

and he didn’t have
to kill other daddies
and their wives

Cry baby cry
you daddy’s
no longer here

time will ease
the pain
but your daddy is
forever traveling
on

John WorldPeace
2/16/91
11:44 A.M.

On this cold and cloudy
planting day

I sit by the hearth
and hear the rain

Upon my roof of tin
and panes of glass

Strikes the raindrops
as I begin my
mass

Father, here I sit
within my humble home
with unclean nails
and tired bones

I read the words
of the Sacred
Books

And watch the raindrops
slide down the
window lens

Creating obscure
visions of Nature’s
realm

My life at peace
the raindrops massage
my body to sleep

John WorldPeace
2/16/91
2:39 P.M.

The Unquiet Grave

Among the sea
of carved and
inscribed stone

rumbles the
unquiet grave

Just below
the ubiquitous
grass

calls out
a troubled soul
from within

its’ metal
crypt

“I am the drum beat
of senseless war

that pounds the walls
of my unquiet
tomb

with the rest of
my life

that had no where
to go”

John WorldPeace
2/17/91
11:59 P.M.

I cast my seed
into the fertile womb

and brought forth
the flesh of my flesh

and the bone of
my bone

but not the spirit
of my soul

The birthing of souls
takes place in the
secreted dimension

where God forever
labors in His
Infinity

I cast the
newborn body onto
the ground

and trace onto
an image
that is familiar
yet unknown

John WorldPeace
2/18/91
12:32 A.M.

The Faith Healer’s

We murder
our children in
the name of
God

The days in His greatness
are best witnessed
at the hallowed funerals
of our sacrificial lambs

It is with boastful
pride that we withhold
the cure from our
trusting children

And it is with great
fervor that we pray
beside their
dying beds

The world does not
understand us
because it has
so little faith

They can not see
how much God loves us
when we neglect
our children
to death

John WorldPeace
2/18/91
8:01 A.M.