The Whispers of My Heart
October 14, 2006 § 1 Comment
I do not recall where I was when I wrote this poem. Nor do I know what state I was in, however I must have been about 20 years old. When I was twenty years old I was living in Bedford-Stuyvesant… Brooklyn, New York for those who are unfamiliar with New York neighborhoods. This poem was proof that I was becoming a man and beginning to se beyond the things that I saw with my physical eyes. I was becoming more intuitive than the period when I wrote my first poem, “The Shadow’s Dance“:
“The whispers of my heart
Speak intelligently at times
And at others
They seem as foolish remarks
By adolescent arrogance.
Even as a man
With thoughts as a man thinketh
And desires as a man wants
It seems difficult to tame the Soul.
Discretion is not easily obtained
It dwells in the darkest Cavern of life’s jungle.
Most men do not live long enough
To witness its existence.
So men must mimic what they hear from stories
And poems such as this.
If God wills it to be…
You may search
And meet someone who has seen
And knows Love.
If you do serve them
And your compensation may be priceless.