Creative Virtue

Robert Pearson Poetry and Prose

petals of the infinite help
by R.S. Pearson

1

super-rainbow soaked one

nothing's over, it just begun

don't stop believing in peace?

you knew life's greatest goal is potentially bliss

remember arms wrapped around you, the lover's kiss

you need to remember to feel life as potentially bliss

your breath goes deeper, and face creases a smile

not identified with stress, it's true

but life inside the air of blue

 

 

2

something beautiful, gorgeous

comes to you, wild

it's of your future

days that soar with other

powers of days passed by

clear air shadows and the stormy sun

 

 

3

special day of understanding

when thankfulness, seen as a mighty power

many seasons, the future

may not be rich

we are only graced for living, not for greed

the self, graced for mercy, not to need

 

4

we know that certain actions against us

can cause emotional cognitive scaring

therefore it must be certain positive actions

cause growth that will override them

as sensing love for each stranger we see

takes us to feel a goodness because

we are put into a relationship with their real value

the value both they have for themselves

and the value their loved ones feel for them

this cause is that uplifting transformative experience

5.

some people are lovers, some people are loners

overflowing of actions point them that way

they study differently other's maps

the loners, victims of abuse of one type or the other

the lovers, who maybe are or aren't

yet, lovers who were victimized still remain lovers

because

a type of sap clouded their mind

it kept all humanity in a glory

everyone wanting to be held eventually

physically, symbolically, by all

6

when that great fire

in your eyes

shines once more

you ask how yourself how

to use it?

its locus is wholeness

to catch it and enjoy life

the moments it lasts

you watch then one by one

 

7

to give up desires

for almost everything

but to enjoy this experience of prayer

in the circle, in the sphere

in the highest morality

the best speed, the brightest hope

hoping it's all of ours finally

and this is why God is love

 

 

8

won't you talk to me?

won't you have faith in your virtue?

can't you remember what you used to do?

the homeless were talked to

you bought them a meal

a cup of coffee

where did it go wrong?

why did you stop?

why did you become ungrateful

and want too much?

oh, how I would give you them

but now your own house is barren

and there is no one but Me

and you're still needing to learn

to give is to recieve

9

 

the one who created blue snow

in atmospheres of hearts enjoying new zest

after rebounded from death

after the recovery from the boundless dreams of youth

from which a slight distance is growing

as a distance apart is gaining

sails became open, unknowingly embraced destruction

to create a joy that creates words

towards not accumulating much shame

seems so possible as for sometime everything

careful not to be endangered

by the descent from great heights

10

importance goal like structure

of hands own reaches renewed

competence heavy and a refuge on life

on what life knew

from in fires and flames

sparked through

comforts from old times construe

a floating vengeance to anchor the vision

holding in omnipotent true

 

 

11

finding the rivers gold tops shimmering

waving in windstreams feeling the feelings

day rooted earthy staring at the lifebeam

upon inner horizon

remaking the sunshine

rain of jingling happiness

makes an envelope

hopeful enclosures dwell

remaking the sunshine

12

this secret spine of gold

there was this secret thing

it caused beautiful explosions

rains of tears surrounded it

the real of life kept one there

it didn't have money

and it was a reckless child

it was sometimes holy

had sometimes wisdom

and many carefully dug it out

dug around it to uproot it

yet if a strain remained

it's going to grow

and it will shake

the last threads of holiness in one

and it will shake the rat-race loose

the rat-race rails loose

Creative Virtue

Robert Pearson Poetry and Prose