Poems

I Bow To My Body i bowed to my body, yesterday; when i was four-five taking baths in the tin tub, before we had indoor my bow was in-sensed by my recognizing body parts familiar; hands, feet, eyes, toes, elbows mouth, my hanging angle towards left. i bowed to my body and my body bowed back to me then i was teased names;  four eyed, knock-kneed, tall-skinny lanky-back on back can U understand what i’m saying? through all this, i been keeping on bowing to my body loving the shades…

i was right here, 34 weep day u went around the world over bladed mountain ridges and across seas seeking to find 'me' and I was right here right there at u and u never seem to even recognize my presence   u went into foreign lands; temples, samarth, monasteries  too met and sit with the gurus, monks and  shamans. to edge out what had already being put into u gloried on what I had already taught u but gave all credit elsewhere and the truth layered within u.  …

a picture above and beneath a picture above and beneath your essence and abide in wonderment i breathe the anticipated wonder of your painting and where the image of a your supreme graph is being taken from but as you said, 'from your own sacred place' Oh how the thought abides, 'to be able to Behold your Sacred of Sacred during an open referencing a session mutual in giving; but then i think my reaction, my graces my appreciations and accolades my breathing and catching of emitting breaths my beholding…

OLD MEN NECKS BEND old men necks bend of broken bones nd backs they walk alone in city slick streets around ghetto dwellings preaching from slender pulpits others pronounce nd show off fashion themselves; in wheels nd rags untied round heads singin 'boogaloo songs, jude boxes beat tunes of death marches they write for some distant highs: we swing - breathe hard we scatter our money along city slick streets old men necks bend from broken bones nd backs they walk along in slick streets: the shovel and picks got…

LOVE TOOK TO THE STREETS WITH ONLY HERSELF ABSENT OF: signs, slogans, stickers or placards; (those missionary style tactics). she just took Love JUST LOVE LOVE SPILLING OVER HER ESSENCE INTOXICATING THE PASSER BYERS FILLING HUNGRY SOULS NEEDS HEALING THE CAUSES LOVE ROBED HERSELF DOWN IN LINENS NAKED AS CAN BE (U COULD TOUCH HER) BANISHING GUILT AND FEAR MANIFESTING LIGHT WITHIN THE INNER SOUL TOUCHING IN LOVE COVERING ALL AS SHE PASSED BY DISPELLING FEARS; I SAID. ERECTING JOYFUL BLISS LOVE TOOK TO THE STREETS.... DID U GET IT?…

DID YOU KNOW? DID YOU KNOW THAT LOVE THOUGHT LOVE COULD HIDE FROM HER? BUT LOVE SOUGHT AFTER L O V E AND SHE WAS FOUND UNDER LOVE'S L O V E: SURROUNDED BY SEEKERS, SEEKING LOVE. YES, LOVE WAS FOUND IN 'ALL'; OUT IN THE OPEN, LOVE HIDDEN IN THE OPENNESS OF LOVE; LIKE; PILGRIMS MAKING PILGRIMAGES SEEKERS SEEKING LOVE'S OPEN FOUNTAIN: THE LOVE FOUNTAIN OF L O V E. ZACK' 08 Link to Zack's Book on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/21-Love-Poems-Sad-Joyousness-ebook/dp/B01C3Q1T12/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1458160153&sr=1-1&keywords=robert+zachary  

love came along one day just started walking with 'Opinion' Opinion; that was his name he thought, because full of 'opp-ping-nothin' all his life Opinion feeling like he never been Heard but Love said; 'U more than 'Opinion' OPINION It is your 'Know' that U KNOW more than MERE opinion. Then, Opinion started spitting-shitting out all these dat-blasted opinions to Love: poison flyers on butterflies weighted down upon Opinion. opinions dropping Opinion like Fleas-Flies opinions dropping like Flies. Then Love O-pen-ly resounded; “opinion”? your ass OR mine?” “get out your…

12 His pants Came Up When He Died He had lived the life he thought was real and used whomever moved to beat him he abused any woman who would treat him nice but his pants came up when he died his pants came up when he died. he wore all things below the belt even an inactivated mind he cared not but he lived taking others ‘out’ and yet, his pants came up when he died everybody witness his pants came up when he died. and what u gonna…

i was right here, 34 weep day u went around the world over bladed mountain ridges and across seas seeking to find 'me' and I was right here right there at u and u never seem to even recognize my presence u went into foreign lands; temples, samarth, monasteries  too met and sit with the gurus, monks and  shamans. to edge out what had already being put into u gloried on what I had already taught u but gave all credit elsewhere and the truth layered within u. i say,…