Truth:Fidelity To Soul. Read Count : 75

Category : Poems

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When I write poetry,

I am keeping fidelity to soul,

I am marking faithfulness to spirit,

I am being truthful to my sum,

I am being true,

I am being pious,

I am being pure,

I am making fruitfulness of my soul,

      True Religion.


When I write poetry,

I am being true,

Truthfulness to soul,

Faithfulness to spirit,


Participating in True Religion.


In my works,

In my poetry,

I am being truthful,

I am being true to my soul,

In my poetry,

I dive into my soul,

And yield,

The Wealth of a deep Well to the World,

In my work I delve into the Deep,

And bring up Treasures,

The Treasures of Darkness,

In the Light of Day,

I speak of my experiences,

My work being an expression,

Of my experiences,

A faithful  reflection of my soul,

Sometimes in the Pool,

Sometimes From the Waters,

Some times you're  looking at my image in a Deep Well,

In my Works,

Sometimes you're looking at me from a Mirror,

At times you are looking me eyeball to eyeball with your human eyes,

Sometimes seeing from an old unknown Scool,

But being true to soul,

Is really Cool,


In the Waters Colours,

And in Oil

And in the Pastels,

I portray Experience,

And the Rich Florid Paintings,

And the Blotesque,

And the Mosaics,

Reflect my experiences in life,

In my Chiaroscuro Portraits,

And the Sfumatos,

I am being faithful,

Keeping Fidelity to soul,

Being True,

To my life,


My life,

The fruit I eat,

The Truth that has sown the World,

The Seed that cultivates  life,

The Spirit that Works Wisdom,

The Logic that processes Nature,

The Chequeredness,

And the blending,

Of the Lght and Darkness,

The Storms and the Calms,

And here and there,

And in between,

The Fog and Mist,

Fading into the Plain and Clarity,

Reality of Life,

The Mystery of Light,

The Tapestry of Reality,

The Mystery of Beauty, 

Are all Reflections,

Of life,

And Nature,

And the Tree,

Our History,

And Experience,

Reality,

The Tree,

Its Chequered Colours,

Our Trajectory,

Our History,


The Checkered Board,

The Base,

From which our character,

And the world is taken,

The Logarithm 

On which all things tick,

The Wisdom that Streams Experience,

The Chess Pieces,

The Piano Chord,

My own life,

Your life,

Our days,

My poetry,

Your story,

Your history,

My story,

Your story,

The human experience,

The Trajectory of the Destiny of a Race,

Under the Sun,

The Span of the Potter's Hand,

Our days of life and light,

The Mystery,

My connection with the Tree,


When I write poetry,

The ugly,

And the bitter,

And the bad,

And the beautiful,

You see,

In my portraits,

You see,

You're looking at the True Colours of Life,

Working,

You're seeing  Live,

The Stream of Experience,

Getting into Reality with my work,

Experiencing the the Chequered Impulses that  Stream the Consciousness,

The Consciousness,

Coming together from the  firing and discharge of the currents that work the sensory awareness,

 That sensory perception that is Sliced for Us,

Communicating the spehere of  Reality,

Which we have,

As our Lot for Now,


The stream of the World,

And time,

And experience,

My experiences,

And your experiences,

My experiences,

Of the World,

And life,

And times,

And the World,

And Nature,

And the Tree,

Your life too,


When I write,

I am being truthful,

I am being faithful,

To my soul,

My work has Fruitfulness,

For that my work is Fruitful,

I am being true,

True as the Tree,

The Tree,

The Fruit,

You eat,

When I write,

I  am being true,

Being Truthful,

With the life,

We received,

The life we eat,

Our Story,

And History,

In my lines,

In my writing I am being,

True,

True as Torus,

True as the Tree,

Being Its reflection in clay,

Being a  faithful Depiction,

Of the Sun and Moon,

In my tunes,

In my lyrics,


I am true to  my self,

In my works

Whether,

Working:

With Water Colours,

Or Crayon,

Or Oil 

Delivering in Mosaics,

Or Chiaroscuro,

Or Sfumato,

I am True to the Logic,

The Ragna Rok,

Like Wagner or Mozart,

To  Spirit of their Music,


I play the Piano Keys,

I observe the Protocol,

The Logic that Works the Universe,

Observing the Music,

That Works life,


And the pieces,

They reflect  life,

My life,

My experiences,

Because all the elements,

In my poetry have shaped,

Me,

Have been my experiences,


And being a true poet,

I trumpet 

My own breath,

Which my heart works out,

And by the  length,

And breadth,

And height,

And depth,

Of my life,

Measuring the lines of my poems,

Measuring the confines of my metres,


And my soul shapes,

My spirit drives,

My heart paces,

The spirit of my poetry,

The sum of my psychology,

My irregular,

My oracular poetics,

Shape my lines,

And my poetry flows,

As the truth about my life. (C)

Fritz Ampon.

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  • May 29, 2019

  • May 29, 2019

  • fritz ampon

    Fritz Ampon

    Thanks.

    May 30, 2019

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