Creative Virtue

Robert Pearson Poetry and Prose


Life's Scattered  Gems by R.S. Pearson (1994-2003)

(There may be some overlapping of poems in these different collections). 1 the one who created blue snow in atmospheres of hearts enjoying new zest rebounded from death in the recovery from life's reaction to the boundless dreams of youth from which dreams a slight distance is growing a distance apart is gaining sails became open and unknowingly embraced creating a joy that creates the first real words seems so possible as for sometime everything is careful not to be endangered by the descent from great heights 2 importance goal unlike all structures hands own reaches renewed competence is heavy and a refuge on life not what life chewed from in fires and flames sparked through comforts from old times construe a floating vengeance to anchor the vision holding in omnipotent true 3 Finding the rivers Gold tops shimmering Waving in windstreams Feeling the feelings Day rooted earthy Staring towards the sunbeam Upon inner horizon Remaking the sunshine Rain of jingling happiness Makes an envelope Hopeful enclosures dwell Remaking the sunshine 4 Prayergun Seeing a need Beyond being believed No one went in All dead from sin Open the sight Don't run from fright Take the shot Pull the trigger Of the prayergun 5 Experiences remembered As haunting shadows Through such they all seemed to live As colored by new sanity because some days one can only recall as madness in a good light as lessons in a positive reflection some days as odd lessons of the soul what some view as delusions perhaps are pathways to the genius we all might pass through as a glory the glory of life not hoped for by common man yet so necessary for his survival 6 Just seems strange to see one's own face in one's own soul The absence of it is leading to roundabout ways sometimes grief 7 Color book Arch angel breadth Help arrives in every flower ascending Beautiful weather changing your perceptions cooling hues of life Softer shades drinking absorbing a granite structure girding the universe it feels like life looking up a proof of power in beautifying life some kind of knowing the best is yet to come positive ones affecting the times with us confirming trust that life is with us. 8 I have a love link with all faces inside connected with everyone's choices dusted off dingy promises forgetting this or that resigned myself to the blessed fate action sets in space keep us away, oh action, from the faith of sloths covering my land today the robbing faith of sloths a fire rises and burns a lack upon my part to all declines flames shoot out, and incinerate to pray for open eyes and pray for agile minds and pray for angry concerns and pray for a faith in hope 9 would fall back into bright shadows if there was a promise, maybe of great joy peace so still, mind so quiet spiritual vision like a film seen with eyes closed would fall back into your bright shadows the excitation of the day with mystic parameter held within a lasting job security it's spring, the sky is opening up again it seems one could even get back to the objective it brings bright blazes of life, the intensity are like angels of the Lord to me a further state in my deconditioning colors and tones invoking hues of perception a condition of another globe placed momentarily upon earth 10 lady, I'm as positive as forever for you like children forced to live in another time and space we endure in isolation the preservation of another globe we witness some kind of liberation led to an infantilism the eventual singularizing of the people most too egotistical to stay married or too ignorant to even value to strive towards it we can't really see the way we used to think it would be when it comes to you and me I think I'm not the only one very hurt 11 little like gem-like part fell out didn't feel the same way about life to feel that way again, how again? by a gift of God? if not by His gift, he wants it still it was formed by hope-by-hope by spring days on a bike by living an ok life by cognition of such days added up one felt one could change the life one lived its revealed to him somehow the gem was the mechanism for the hope in the all-around increase in love the decrease of hurt sometimes very gone but the memory of the gem is still in his eye... 12 there was this secret thing it caused beautiful explosions rains of tears surrounded it the real of life kept one there it didn't have money it was a reckless child but it was sometimes holy sometimes had wisdom and many carefully dug it out dug around it to uproot it yet if a strain remained it's going to grow and it will shake the last threads of holiness in one and it will shake the rat-race loose the rat-race rails loose 13 these problems getting solved checking off on a chart a mapped chart of impossibilities the union of power the synergy of sweetness day dream afternoon tea problems solving, solving disappearing, disappearing awaken! to take out the beam in thy eye realize changes already made search the synergy of sweetness 14 a mother's face in movement sometimes a father's face regardless, shifting, in a loving haste conglomerate -- it is God's face 15 these autumn moonstruck childhood afternoon ideas indoors in a friend's house on the block a mother collected patriotic collectibles memories in the mind which seem to have the greatest worth self-esteem rests in grand memories of childhood 16 when any prayer brings pounding tears changed our life and the bitter error What are we going to do? Each day jet propelled by the Lord What bliss to follow? reaching out in sobriety for qualities intoxication would bring road way rainbow civilian surrounded the blue, clouds so white, sun bright we can have life back we'll steal it back from wealth every jewel of love drips the nights are sober yet they're intoxicated still 17 If time means nothing and days are cheap I'll be patient -- there's no reason why a deep peace can't happen to me What do you want to be? did they tell you that you could be anything? was it a lie? 18 the substance of Jesus I use to know so well how all were losers without it now that seems kinda hard the world has been sneered at for its faith but I can see how it makes us all special puts a head of radiance, a flame in each of us 19 it isn't in the intellect behind some walls that we can't see how smart an inconception, maplessness and in the source of health and fun, secrets stay it's not that we judge everyone, pratically everyone and side with a few, or even just ourselves but we accept each one, their works, their abilities and we don't grow well pocketed by harshness, hoarding but by accepting each other, and the wages they get as only adequate and in joy and security -- we notice the light of each environment we're in an inner secret the depth of our perceptions different sensings and if this is the secret of internal beautification can it be guarded as such? how can it be elevated? the quest and thirst of inner beautification by noticing how the light of all worlds strikes 20 what is it really to love, is it a fashion statement? is it a facial expression? Is it a commodity you can buy? an album by a band that old people don't like? Is that love? 21 I'm pointing to the Deep Within all gold tells of the Deep Within no thoughts when Deep Within yet the soul swells and feels so good Deep Within 22 the blooming ball radiance of love that solves every problem that soothes every concern that creates every solution that casts out every fear love swelling in my mind, into my being drowning me with my own tears that even answers a problem of considering wondering criticizing casts my glances more into myself to generate such long thoughts and attention to pray out to not forget the earth need of love love, the indestructible coating of the planet casts out fear, casts out torment, why so much fear? why so much torment? it is because of a lack of trust in the universal benefit of focusing on love no fear of poverty no fear of loneliness casts out dogma both secular and sweet lets life bring everything everyone to your door when in your imagination you go outside time and space you taste every flavor of all of heaven's race see every heather grown in any place and then come back and see love in the immediate face 23 Who cares? Can't you see embodied clusters in allegory, star chemicals in vials in my hand, hope prayers in platinum disc-cases in my pocket? I see this drain is in the stream of some of us, and I see it go down, you see the meta-biology of allegory, the infiniteness of our time as a love-patterning, the unifying of all our days brings smiles with people in brain patterns draught symphony of fictions inside brain tissues, was like a type of infinite year model, that we existed all around within. encyclopedia clusters in influentials, start star, star star just another pointer-term to world world, like alternate grocery store, alternate grocery store, star blue-print, construction plan, alternate flower-beds and gardening in pastels and well written wallpaper captions. 24 Song of Hell's Apologist without the wrath of God this world wins leave us in frenzy and blindness to sin asking us, "will you today embrace hopelessness within?" without the wrath it isn't worth anything no blast of anger to meet the deviant's scorn for the normal boy and man without the wrath of God hell's gates prevail while they cast us, keep us in habit's chains made of sin 25 it is not a selfish selfism good senses of business with equating money with sociality this is what will always bring those right feelings forth this is what the successful young crowd in their 20's had they never lost that for a second their rules set up firmly to equate poverty with failure and they now I even see as creative... as, love is grand 26 every negative thing get's erased in time, but only if you follow the real line of what makes happiness that fine. destroying dogmas and fear with faith that produces at least something we want. 27 poetry is the bell that rings the splendid ring the flowing flocks of pleasant birds the gong of everything poetry is the action that reactivates the soul but not without spirituality -- death would just take its toll the solid ring of cornucopia geese flying, crystal sunset just an introduction, the deepest lit things by Spirit 28 evolved prayer praying about how to beat the circuit which locks in sodden grief needing the leisure to follow charitable-mystic-aesthetic-spirituality of the Father of all life Realizing the days of youth were not so unwise, trying to understand how to backstroke my time re-arrange what I've learned and what about me I thought was unwise. 29 When a teen and in early 20's thou see's that riches would one day be thine if you just stick on your path to the sublime now you see the world closer in tatters see wounds all around, and the myriads of those who seem much more fulfilled than you But focus on what's right and ask positive questions as a mind invents dozens of reinforcements the questions that our mind colors our days with reinvented shades for the good of life. reversed the bad into the rebirth of the lush. 30 when we lose touch with prayer we are letting go of the attention that God gives us we lose our power of focus we get literally lost lost in the activity surrounding us even including the stupidity and malice of those in our surroundings who don't follow God Being still clearing the mind quieting the movements of the body and watching the muscular movements to quiet them down is well worth it when prayer can be the result. 31 day brilliant memory-hued towards a society of princes towards a country of aristocracy made simple by those who can stare out into space ...as for myself, I feel my essence gel back when I do not consider internally how I am treated not to long to look so much into the eyes of strangers work out the rims of recognition life, teach me about those who help me and let me know your generosity bearing gifts to those because they ask let me have attention on all the prayers you cause me to make let me encompass all I am being and feel as growth in the blue 32 Seeing a need Beyond being believed No one went in All dead from the din Open the sight Don't run from fright Take the shot Pull the trigger Of the prayergun Seeing a need Beyond being believed 33 Heavenly father, work out the rims of recognition seeing those which help me teach me about those who help me and let me know your generosity bearing gifts to those who barely seek you but because they ask let me have attention on all the many prayers you cause me to make let me encompass all I see and feel as growth in you. day brilliant memory-hued towards a Society of Princes towards a country of aristocracy made simple by those who can stare out into space ....as for myself, I feel the essence gel back when I do not consider not to long to not to long to look so frequently into the eyes of strangers 34 Erase the pain, forever, erase the pain forever. a destiny may not look like miracles working more like mysteries living this side of paradise playing like a silent symphony you don't believe in it singing on like a tragedy hidden in an oasis of fantasy to say there are no lies will lead to no faith not trying will lead to love denying crying about other's hope so lost living in the shadows till the sight of the spiritual destiny blooms do you wonder do you wonder what you'll be one day dreams can be fertile soil when living this side of Paradise growing into a splendor what may be your destiny. 35 every negative thing get's erased in time, but only if you follow the real line of what can make happiness that fine destroying dogmas with a faith that produces what we really want 36 the precious fulfillments as we started our lives our passport from the state of never having existed we were fresh from the void and it showed encompassed ourselves so well our journey into knowledge into a limitation of wonder or a growth into community these threads from the nebulous if that's what they are they come back when guided in all love and some don't think that always works yet it isn't always enough I'd agree I've seen the power of the gospel and the weakness of the mind and heart of humanity so I wake up my day with the inputs of the divine objectified outside myself 37 a poemed attitude champions like an armor, heavily armed a gladness to have one's past this gladness is one's eternal present as if to say: what is this wondrousness that I have been experiencing all day? it is: Thy psychotherapy, O Lord the wonders of thy psychotherapy. this poemed attitude champions like an armor, heavily armed 38 concentration brings me happiness watching the clock knowing that I can see it's one time now and knowing that I will still be awaiting with a part of my soul the moments 6:38 to 6:48 knowing that continuation knowing that concentration, not getting up from the chair and seeing something else in the other room, but this concentration is what makes me happy. 39 being so grateful success in life is the feeling of gratitude the more we have of this feeling the greater our measure of success as gratitude is the emotional expression of success 40 if left without the tenderness of love, living without the tenderness. "There's an old secret formula" says the angel watching over us, "that will put it back. It comes with tears. Be able to shed them." 41 When I asked God about Prayer and how often I have to pray for a person to get the effects I really want, He seemed to say, consider like going hand in hand with me for whomever want to pray for You walk them along the path, giving the direction with me by prayer. so prayer with others is like walking hand in hand with them and God. 42 oh up air, up eyes up opinions of others oh up income, up being of service up the notion of up "Need to support more of Manhattan-life-style for the Lord, for the love of the woman for the regeneration of the city's notion of spirituality Helping to bring the hours of the clock back to the hopeless alcoholics. " And dowsed the burning ignorance of clinging to people who don't care for one. This spinning singer, this wild street person this one shining cares who is made blazon by love And, at least today, to find out by logic the prayer of the heart so omnipotent the source is life's Absolute some more magic day unfolding a revelation of this understanding and somehow with heart for doing the will of God it always revealed. plug in my robot muse wedding all doors friendly handles ferrari matched lower auto rounds steered into palm sunset surprises orchard of forgetful bushes and grass 43 evolved prayer praying about how to beat the circuit which locks in sodden grief needing the leisure to follow charitable-mystical-aesthetic-spirituality of the all of life Realizing the days of youth were not so unwise, trying to understand how to backstroke my time re-arrange what I've learned about what about me I thought was unwise. 44 When a teen and in early 20's thou see's that riches would one day be thine if you just stick on your path to the sublime now you see the world closer in tatters see wounds all around, and the myriads of those who seem much more fulfilled than you But focus on what's right and ask positive questions as a mind invents dozens of reinforcements the questions that our mind colors our days with reinvented shades for the good of life. reversed the bad into the rebirth of the lush. 45 when we lose touch with prayer we are letting go of the attention that God gives us we lose our power of focus we get literally lost lost in the activity surrounding us even including the stupidity and malice of those in our surroundings who don't follow God Being still clearing the mind quieting the movements of the body and watching the muscular movements to quiet them down is well worth it when prayer can be the result.

Creative Virtue

Robert Pearson Poetry and Prose