Arte Soy

How would you feel if I all of a sudden burst out into a song?
Would you think I was kinda crazy or maybe even lazy
Or something with me was wrong?

I want to know
I want to know

Would it be unkind if I were of the mind to be myself and just let go?
Do you think we could get along and should we be that strong
Oh, the places we could go

I want to know
I want to know

Who, who
Who am I?

Staring at the ground, feeling unsound like I wish I could fly away
Now I am circling back around, was lost but now I’m found
Would you like to come out and play?

I want to know
I want to know

© Joshua Mapp Weiss 2009

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I read that you were in a tailspin.
That your life had shattered, so to speak.
And that in the solitude of nature you pulled yourself together.
That, in the refuge of a wood cabin, you rendered a masterpiece.

Whether it’s a simile or a metaphor, I’m not sure.
But I’d like to be as the wind and the rain, and the shelter from the two;
At one with our blessed Earth, her sacred fruit, and the nourishment and delight derived therefrom.

Song bursting out, voices free in the silence.  The listening.  The voices.  Soaring crosswise and playfully about.

A reckoning.

The soul and the man, and one’s time on Earth.

The coming together and the breaking apart.

The breakdown.

A wretched wailing, followed by silence.

Solace and surrender.

A time of peace.

A sanctuary in the eye of the storm.

There, with the rudiments – my mind, my hands, my will, a few instruments, and the good graces, I commune with my heart and soul, and the spirit moves me to this.

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Today everyone has asked about you,
How you’ve been, and where you were…
I didn’t know.
I remember faces, smiling and laughing.
I remember your eyes…
Oh those lovely eyes of yours.
I was a fool.
Beautiful women have lay down with my books.
Over my poems they would let down their hair.
But they were hardly aware of me.
Where have they all gone to?
The country road is nice and inviting, but it is not for me, not anymore…
Constantly, I think of you, you who left behind your guitar and your beautiful self
Engraved in my mind.
But the evil men have now set their eyes on you, all of you.
The evil men are after you, and this is beyond my control.
Without effort, I realize that a man constantly suffers
That his heart is as fragile as the feelings of a baby
That when involved with a woman he loves
His mind gets confused, he feels insecure
And he becomes more of a man
When he conquers the heart of a different lady.
Considering the fact that a man, in confrontation with another
Like an animal, he shows his teeth, brings out his nails, bites, screams
And combs his hair.
Realizing also that a man can get extremely sad
That he can become quiet, as if about to cry
Especially when he discovers that the women he loves
Are no longer mine.

(Oscar Fuentes contributed this.)

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A poem, simple yet grand
Like seeing a world in a grain of sand
The reading of which invokes a master plan
The awakening of man – mankind, that is
Discovering and recovering its primordial biz
To know thyself and All That Is

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