| |
Some poetry by Johann Busch
Taking a poetry class
was a great inspiration for me. Whether it was just the
time that I wrote these (several of them, anyway), or it
is characteristic to this mode of expression, it seemed
to me like a process that was fitting in order to overcome
some level of depression or loneliness. It was like diving
deep within myself in a therapeutic way to uncover what
was going on, and bringing it out creatively, in a way that
could be benefited from, a way of understanding difficulties
and actually seeing the beauty they can offer, ultimately
providing realization to overcome them. |
|
The
form of thought reflects the mind inside
the glass of life, and art is the design.
Combine the lines of time to see complete,
the beat of heart, and feel, a need to sing.
For me it is this wave of thought compel
that rings the bell, and shakes to tell, complete
my self in freedoms wake, it was this song.
|
|
|
| only
for a moment,
trapped in time.
old sorrowful soul
leaving, my heart,
beating, lonely.
a long stream,
glistening
silently |
|
Reward,
less joy-
full than a dead
knight, denied the
moments of time.
Forever
Perpetuate,
The Relation
Ship’s Ailing a
way, Lone Leaking,
Hull dawn to sea
King’s
Son day
Mourning, In the
Kingdom of night
|
|
Sadness
separates.
Consuming Me all
ways, always. the 1
2 b a lone leaf,
friendless sentence sing
to death, thistle souls
inking stone, never
right like my nameless.
Lessen tomorrows
lesson, oh sorrow,
oh pen ink, oh pen
|
|
The
rust had cover,
the hills, the trees,
they shook with breeze.
The birds, they knew,
and flew as leaves,
danced in the street.
|
|
the
wires
and waves
that link us
to this place.
CONNECTING
YOU.
and
me.
conduit
of
energy
|
|
I
ride the waves in time to see the mind
I seek to find the place of light divine
Escape
these waves of mine, of mind constraint.
It’s time to tame, the flame, the flame contain!
|
|
As this moment takes form,
I am given to frequency,
speaking the language
of thoughts inside of me.
Magically,
I begin to see
sounds traveling
through the air
as waves of energy.
They
resonate together
in harmony,
creating a deep
blue and purple sky.
The
sun sets
a cooling effect,
and the crisp air
is electrified.
A
smell of heat-released
minerals in steam
rides the breeze.
A
fresh feeling,
I sigh a deep breath,
as little bright
yellow flowers
sparkle in my thoughts.
Water
drops magnify
an orange glow
from the setting sun.
Lost
in the dream of reality,
music finds me,
and I find myself mirrored.
Before
I am there,
and after I am here,
the moment to come-
I exist as nothing,
and everything at once,
and it is a beautiful thing.
|
|
in
this dream..
you’re
riding a giant leaf.
down
down,
floating down.
.
.
.
.
to
the
sparkling sea….
diving
in deep breath
-you can breathe!
down
you go still
and this you see
still,
everything is still. soothing waves.
pure energy light
like
you floating still
floating
down
down you go
.
to the
sparkling sea
floating
on the leaf.
as
a memory
you’ve
never seen.
yourself.
just
a memory..
|
|
