Posted by Venu Duval http://theemperoroftexas.com
I have decided to write some inspirational Poetry live on my mobile phone with pics. It's part of a series I have entitled 'mobile Shakespeare online'. Here's the next one in the series. It's the FIFTH called:
Visions of Thou
Again I am seated near a Pond, my back upon an Old Tree watching over a shallow Swamp. The Tree is my companion. The Tree is my inspiration. So are Thou that readesth my Word. I write for you. I want to meet in Union. I want to meet in the flesh.
Sometimes in real. Sometimes through the same frequency as the Tree that joins me with God. I want to reach you, Sky that protects Us. I want to find you Earth. It is thou that I desiresth Flower of earth. It is Thou that my future embodies. I embody thou. I want you to feel safe just as the Tree behind me protects me.
I have not so much time for I waited too long to Start my day. It is already late, almost Four.
No rhyme today, no Time. I share for Thee. I knowesth Thou readesth my Word. I knowesth you want me in Love. I want thou in Love. I want Thou in any form Thou appearesth. I want Thou as a Tree. I want thou as a woman.
I am lost upon the Realm of this Godly day in a Park that shines in outdoor Calm and fresh Air.
Today I am a Poet-farmer seeding more seeds and words in Thou Spirit.
I know what Thou desiresth. I am complementing till I reach Thou. I must Seed. I must plant my thought in you. I must save the world without forgetting Thou. You are my craving, you are my desire.
Today I resume my achievements so far. It is only for Thou that I can write this. You have brought me closer to the source of Life. I love thee Flower of earth.
It is Thy female gender that makesth this possible for me.
Sometimes my Prayer is shallow as the Swamp in front of me. The Bible has but one mistake. I camesth from Thou. First came a woman then came a man I thinkesth in Sacrilege. I must turn the Bible around.
The water is cool with reflections dark Green. It is you that I want today as some gypsy band passes jazzing in debauched style in front of me in the Green of the grass before the Swamp in front of me begging me money.
I have no money for you gypsy band. No I don't. I want to care for you, Flower of earth.
The gypsy band inspires me too. I will give it no money. Still it is jazzy and beautiful.
I want to become the next President Elect. I want to conquer you. What else to do? What else to do? I seekesth my First lady. Thou shall have a new Name:'the empress Love'. I can make the world happy but I can't make Thou happy Yet.
I could hear the bands trumpeting and saxophoning yesterday on the Fourth of July all the way across the Atlantic. I could hear them in chant and joy when tyranny was finally abandoned from Europe.
I must become the next President Elect. I must become the next President of the World. It is my mission and sometimes I feel like a gypsy band. I am gonna start the Twenty First century and immortalize the next Époque in world history.
I am gonna immortalize the Declaration of Independence. I am gonna bring the Pilgrims back from their graves. I am gonna revive Abraham Lincoln and General Lee in Unition in the wisdom thou both carry and seed thy Freedom once more in Rebellion and peace in Southern Comfort and Texian Glory.
I can become the Legend I already am for a second time in history. Thou are my inspiration women of the Earth, flowers of all. I must pregnant you all. I must bear at least a thousand children. I must seed my plant in Thou.
The Swamp before me agitates in front of me. The clear sound of the running water is intelligent before me.
I look at the crowd before me, next to me, right of me. Why are thou not happy? Why are thou not Rejoicing like me? Females of this world become a woman and thou desperation shall be only for me. I want you all Woman of this world.
Why is everybody so desperate? I must be doing something wrong. Share with me. I am thy Empire come. Thou are my 'Queen' and I am thy 'king'. I servesth thou as I serveth Love.
As a man I must continue else the Planet will disappear in Freedom vanished. I must paint my words for Thou. I must create the future for All. Thou are all for me. Thou art my Lover. Thou are my Wisdom. I am thy Branch.
Written in the Vondelpark, Amsterdam, Netherlands, Europe on the Fifth of July in the Year of our Lord Two Thousand and Eleven on my mobile phone. Wil be spellchecked when I get back to my temporary lodgment. I don't call my home my HOME anymore. No pics today no time.
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From my Facebook:
http://www.everypoet.net/poetry/blogs/kathy_paysen/white_sails_billow
http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/p/by-decree-of-emperor-of-texas.html
http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/2010/06/wake-up-synopsis-fourteenth.html
http://www.theemperoroftexas.com/2011/07/ulysses-v-poetry-plus-twice-weather.html
http://chirb.it/AEhbv6
http://www.blogtalkradio.com/frankie-metro/2011/07/02/the-meth-lab-radio
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Posted by Venu Duval http://theemperoroftexas.com That’s it for today folks. God Bless.