Soul Transporter

What is Love?, What is Death?

What is Love?, but the transporter of the Spirit
Neither Fair or Foul the Truth of it is that we Fear It

When a woman of young age doth see what she desires
No heed nor helm in many a realm will cease her heart to conspire

When a  Boy of Mid-spring doth find his heart leaps
A sure depth charge will not sink his Spirit
no matter how much of his life it will seep.

When a Lady of wisdom feels a warmth at her doors
With lean and eye she may search deeper for more
When at last convinced that the warmth is now welcome
She opens the door to embrace the heat and finds herself well done.

The Man of peppered hair all but wound from steel wool
Has found an Affection a usefulness becoming what he once wield
a Tool
See fit to fend off folly by standing his home bound
to find himself a pushed over hoe and fallen to ground 

A Woman's desire I have been told is found in security
But with so many tales of reckless Love I find that truth to be insanity
The Truth of Love is that it is a Transport of Spirit
No matter the reason or treason of Flesh
The Heart doth live wherever Love keeps it's Chest 

What is Death?, but a Transporter of the Soul
 A bookkeeper the grim reaper no bones just cold 
Created of same maker  for which we are composed

Why shiver at night except for the chill?
A stranger to warm blood? Doth cringe at the reel?
So willing to wrestle yet biting the bait,
bound to ebb and flow since when water did break


Although unknown we bemoan the truth
After we die Death transports us while aloof
Nothing lost nor gained only a chapter of a book
shelved in the cosmos  I am a seeker so try I and look
It wakes me in sleep when I've overstepped the boundaries
and sweeps like the wind and effects all things around me.

Down on Earth we look up above
Afraid of everything we huddle up;
believing the stories of our peers
building our world on foundations of fear.
Wishing to pass in manifest destiny
in our old age or in quiet sleep and revery
but our demise despite our clouded eyes
is that we must live regardless, flesh will die.

So If I die while I'm awake
the Soul Transporter walks me to Father Fate
I will not fight I will not fuss
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
No matter how I go my soul will bust!
Free of the Flesh like Ship out to Sea
Allows me grow into infinite possibilities


"Ashes to ashes Dust to Dust
when the roots get buried the trees grow up
Ashes to ashes Dust to Dust
The Soul is forever So the Force we Trust"...

Author's Note

just a few things on my mind recomposed and collected over time. the last line is pulled from an old song of mine...

Reviews

[AK]

Wow! This poem is just beautiful! Seriously amazing! I love your choice of words in this poem, it goes so well with the aura of the poem. So wise, so eloquent! A poem that will forever ring in a reader's mind. The last stanza wraps up the poem really well-
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
When roots get buried the trees grow up
Ashes to ashes dust to dust
The Soul is Forever So the force we Trust..

Amazing lines, keep writing!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Na say the young but tis so say I
love it

[Sethnicity]

Ahhh thanks bunches Cherrie! you are so funny. Youth is wasted on the Young!

[Cherrie Palmer]

:) thats a fact

[Brandon S. Whitten]

A brilliant writer you are to be intuned with universe and to convey a message I hope all could see and understand. We are awakening to our true reality which is but a dream within a dream. Splendid!

[Sethnicity]

Ah yes the dream within a dream. Quite beautiful interpretation my new-found friend Quite beautiful. thank you.

[Poetic Justice]

I have beautiful visions created from these words, you transported me to another time and world. An emotive piece with eloquence woven through the lines..

[Sethnicity]

thank you... more than words. I'm putting this on the new album... :)

[...]

This was given a lot of thought and it's message like a braking of chains that bind. Your depth of spirit and courageous heart are written all over your pages. Another phenomenal exhibit of your passionate art :)

[Sethnicity]

Thank You So Much!
greatly appreciated.

[Kristallo]

You've woven the story of my life here, Seth. This is quite an intelligent and tender hearted composition, very strong and cerebral. This section fascinated me most, and resonated the deepest.
"Down on Earth we look up above
Afraid of everything we huddle up;
believing the stories of our peers
building our world on foundations of fear.
Wishing to pass in manifest destiny
in our old age or in quiet sleep and revery
but our demise despite our clouded eyes
is that we must live regardless, flesh will die."

You are a magnificent and strong poet, I am ever in awe of your craft. And knowing you personally, with each new piece that you grace the writing community with, I can see that you scatter fragments of your soul unto the pages in a most sincere and talented fashion. I tremble softly in wake of your artistry, always so enamored by your twilight musings. Exquisite write, precious friend. :)

[FJ Davis]

Intelligent, perceptive and artistic.
A worthwhile offering!

[Robin]

I heard this in a loud and dramatic voice , excellent !