SPOKEN JAZZ
I am Bodo, the artist, and this is the LAZARUS PROJECT RAIN...
All items of poetry, which form part of the LAZARUS PROJECT RAIN, are protected and may not be reproduced in whole or part without the expressed written permission of the author. For information or rights, contact Bodo, via bododesigns@hotmail.co.uk IMPORTANT NOTE...The reason why you find this particular picture of Ernesto "Che" Guevara here is because his "mission statement", "Hasta la Victoria Siempre" means: "Onwards until we reach our Victory"...that is the way I feel about life, and I thank the collective group of Granma International in Havana, Cuba, for the courtesy of allowing me the use of this victorious icon for the LAZARUS PROJECT RAIN...(Bodo)
I consider myself a creative sort, I write plays, music and record dance/world rhythms...HOWEVER, I do believe that the form of the Haiku is one of the most expressive in the world of creative literature, so ERGO, here is this page created in it's honor, BUT YET I REFER TO MINE AS "HAIKOOS"
HAIKOO #1
OPENING TO THE MORNING.
AWAKEN TO THE RISING SUN.
FEELING FEELINGS OF BLUES AND OF LOVE, LYING
UNDER THE SHADOWS OF TRUTH FROM ABOVE...
HORIZON-CLEAR, BRIGHT AND DISTANT,
THAT ALLOWS CLOUDS TO DRIFT BY SLOWLY,
AS THE CLARITY OF THE MORNING
BEGINS TO OPEN UP THE SKY...
MOMMA'S LITTLE BOY GOT THE BLUES...
STANDING ON A STREET CORNER...
EAST SIDE, WEST SLIDES BY UNNOTICED,
AND THE RAIN POURS THROUGH A HOLE IN THE SKY.
I LIVE THE BLUES EVERYDAY!
ON AN EMPTY WINDOW,
STARING AT BLUE SKIES, AND FOR A BETTER VIEW...
I CLEAR THE CURTAINS, AND I SEE A RAINBOW.
RAINBOWS! FADING FAST TO GREEN, TO ORANGE, TO BLUE,
BLUES IS THE DAY, AS IT BECOMES EVENING
AND THROUGHT THE LIGHT THAT REACHES MY EYES,
I AM OPENING TO THE MORNING...
HAIKOO#2
RIPPLE, RIPPLE, RIPPLES...
COMING COLD TO GREET MY FEET.
RIPPLE, RIPPLE, RIPPLES...
AS THE TIDE GROWS SLOWLY BY.
AND I LOOK FORWARDS TO THE EVENING
WATCHING THE SUN FADE INTO THE WATERS,
TO WARM THEM UP,
RIPPLE, RIPPLE, RIPPLES...
YES! I'VE BEEN LOST IN THOUGHT, BUT,
FOUND MY PEACE OF MIND,
FOUND MY LASTING HAPPINESS,
LOST MY SELF-DELUSION
AND BECAME SPIRITUALLY FREE.
YES! I'VE BEEN TO THE "PROMISED LAND",
TO MY OWN PERSONAL "PROMISED LAND".
IT RESTS UPON THE CARIBBEAN,
AND IS LOST TO THE SKY.
BUT IS FOUND TO THE HEART OF LOVE.
MONEY, YES...
WHO NEEDS MONEY WHEN THERE'S LOVE...
WHEN THERE ARE EVENINGS BY THE SEASHORE WATCHING THE SUN FADE AWAY FAST.
DOES NATURE CHARGE FOR HER HARD LABOUR.
HAIKOO#3
WARM ME IN YOUR MOIST EMBRACE
CRADLE ME IN YOUR LIMBS OF STEEL
GATHER ME IN YOUR DARK PASSAGES
FOR MY SOUL NEEDS GENEROUS AMOUNTS OF YOUR LOVE...
STRENGTHEN ME WITH HYSSOP,
CARESS ME WITH THORNS THAT ALLOW ME TO FORGET
LICK MY SKIN SO THAT IT WILL SOFTEN,
KISS THE NIGHT AWAY FROM MY EYES...
HAIKOO#4
YOU WALK THE STREETS WITH A BASKET
A BASKET OF BREAD ON YOUR HEAD
YOU ASK ME FOR FOOD.
CAN ANYTHING ELSE SHINE LIKE THE SUN?
THE SUN IDENTIFIES HIMSLEF WITH BRILLIANCE
CAN LOVE BE EXPLAINED WITHOUT LOVING?
THE ROSE DOES NOT ASK ADVICE OF THE THORN,
THE THORN IS BELOW THE ROSE...
AND WHERE ARE WE?
HAIKOO#5
IT'S SO NEAR
THE WINGS ARE FLAPPING NOISILY
CAN IT SEE MY SHADOW?
PERCHED UPON A FALLEN LOG
IN A SEA OF LIFELESS FORMS
AS A BREEZE LINGERS OVER WAVES
AND A VOICE CRIES OUT IN SILENCE
ONE HAND CLAPS
AND THE WORLD STEPS UP TO GREET IT
THE HAND IS THE WILL OF GOD
AND THE WORLD IS OUR ILLUSION
I AM JUST A LOVER OF THE DIVINE
WHAT IS THE "MEANING" OF ALL THIS?
It's simply an effort to try to expand the frontiers of the human existence, to widen the "limits" of creativity. I am making an attempt to appreciate knowledge, and strive towards truth and, as a human being to express compassion...
WE ARE ALL MEMBERS OF THE SAME COMMUNITY OF HUMANITY...WE ALL LIVE ON PLANET EARTH...THERE ARE NO BOUNDRIES OR FRONTIERS IN THE WILL OF THE CREATOR...LET US STRIVE TO IMITATE THE DIVINE AND NOT TO DESTROY THE GIFTS THAT WE ARE GIVEN...
I am a lover of God.
FEATURED POEM
"PAUSE"
I had to pause,
Pause to wonder,
Wonder as I look out over shallow waters,
And not too far away,
Behind the skyline of the city,
The sun recedes majestically,
And gives way,
Gives up the day,
But...
Even in his last glimmering rays,
The power of the sun leaves behind a golden aura over the city,
And more importantly,
over the shallow waters,
Home,
Your home,
Your style,
Your Kingdom Yemaya...
Children wade through the shallows close to the shore and search the sand for crabs and other crustaceans small enough to grab and not frighten them.
I do not know,
Maybe they look for nothing,
But just like to get their feet wet.
Now as minnutes have passed,
Your waters look purple to me,
Like the majesty of the King and Queen of the Universe,
Your home.
Did I say your home, Yemaya?
Yes...
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