Sunday, January 27, 2013

The soul, the fire of man

Heart raises and rises
Through the endless
Indian Summers

Come back to a pulse
Like the undead rediscovered

They say that Christ raised
And that with God are the dead

We're lost in leaflets
And passion with spreads

Like toxic flame
We submit from our chains

Until we are lifted again
As mortal pulse bends

To a near miss

And we rise
Towards the sky
Endless Phoenix wish

To fly amongst eagles
To partake in free bliss

Love of no description
No scribe can make

Serve the worth of skies
Or wait the while that exists

Passion that riles the vain
We pursue

And allow it to remake
All that we know
Make all that is new

Like happiness
To the final line

A smile
Quiet solitude
An indians short prize

The land consumes
So do we all

Keeping poise intertwined
Yeah we do all preserve

And we all often transpire
And strive towards the unheard
Righteously pressed for a timeless lit world

Blood stains the ground
Yet still a light in man

The quietude is revealed
After the thousandth lifespan

What can man offer
The kingdoms of old

Compared to God's inspiration
Of a soul and it's warmth.

Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
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Thursday, January 24, 2013

Rebirth

Remind me
That love exists
That it is a miracle
To be taken
As the greatest
Of Gods gifts

To treat it kindly
As a sweet rose
Not too harsh
With water
Enough Sun
To let it grow

With gloves
Tend to the thorns
That will draw blood
If taken by surprise

But with grace
Enough to lighten my heart
Free my soul and my mind

Tend to my soul
As if it was the last rose
To exist upon the Earth
And I will tend to your garden
Like the bee pollinating new birth.



Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
Copyright, 2013, Written on January 24th, 2013. 
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Sealed Fate


What would it be like
To kiss those lips
That seal my fate
That leave me dead

What would it take
For torturous life to end
To leave me awakened
After silence sheds

What would it be like
To be happy just one day
With you within my heart
With you within my arms

Would it last, Just as long
As the lifetime of Divine Mothers' grace
Safely tucked away from all of life's trouble
From all of life's displeasing harms

I am a adventures man
I have taken bouts
Lonesome trips
Sailed my boat against currents
Purposely got lost 

But why is it the fear
That trembles me most dear
Is the one owned by your beauty
And your gracious eyes so clear

Perhaps I am a coward 
And cannot muster sound
Perhaps one day I'll know those lips
And feet will never touch the ground.

Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
Copyright, 2013, Written on January 16th, 2013. 
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Monday, January 21, 2013

Divinities Oneness


I am succumbed to the Phoenix fires

Take it all

Does anything exist

Outside of your call?

My soul draws

And is consumed

Used by you

Have you unlocked

Something

Others only searched for?

They once thought they knew

Across desert sands

And lost with time

The arcane secrets

Of love

Given to only those

Who enjoy

Sips of life's Wine

Surely

It is all there hidden

All in one

And Divine.


Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 

Copyright, 2013, Written on January 16th, 2013. 

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Spending of Divine Grace, Such Wealth


I'm not sure
To my very core
Where it all fits
Why we are outfitted
With subtle pain
That can make a winters
Kiss feel warm
A pain that can cause
Torrential droughts
And down pours
To feel like reality rifts
Why
Does God
In perfect thought
And home
Have to choose
The very thing which exists
To teach us wrongs
Or use our scorn
In battles of gracious wit
I could reply
To my creators eye
A curse on all you sit
But I've been that road
And before I'm old
A friend of cosmic essence
I dare and will behold
Perhaps the mercy that I've heard of
Will be equipped upon my pen
Perhaps it is the one grace
Given me
The one in which I'll spend.

Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
Copyright, 2013, Written on January 16th, 2013. 
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Thursday, January 17, 2013

Father - Mother - Birther of the Cosmos


In the clandestine
Of your orchestra
One segment soul sings
Lifts my longing to know you more
For it is the only relief that is king

If my mother would grant me
The gift of her daughter soul
Would my presence be able to withstand
All the blessings that she holds?

There is just one look she passed down to me
The queen to her daughter told
It is with your heart you will smile at him
It is with your heart and soul

And my father told me listen
With the eyes and yes the heart
You will know exactly what to say
With truth you will win her heart

And perhaps one day
You will understand
That we make our way
And do withstand

Becoming the cosmic of your own
And then too if life sees it fit
Through knowledge you will expand.


Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
Copyright, 2013, Written on January 16th, 2013. 
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Tuesday, January 15, 2013

The Highest Princess

You wander between
The viaducts of my dreams
And I see the true you
That not all can see
And I appreciate
The gift
That you are to me
Is it possible to know
A love
Another
So intimately?

I see you
In such light
And clarity
Even
I feel
The universe
Can fault
And place
It's envy on me

We are child like
In an adult world
Blessed with a knowledge
Learned through lifetimes I'm sure
And I say to the highest good
How oh life
Can the highest princess
Be adorned
Does the highest prince
Have to lay
By her feet
His cross and his sword?

And I know you deserve more
The happiness of scores
And the councils of cosmic fate
Advise me I'm wrong
To keep you in wait

Like the knocks upon doors
When we've lied in wait

And died each day before.


Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
Copyright, 2013, Written on January 9th, 2013. 
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Saturday, January 12, 2013

If my beloved did not exist

If my beloved did not exist
Who would the flowers be pollinated
And bloom for?

Would the wind care
To breeze by
And carry secret
Messages of loves'
Fragrance
Upon its arm?

Would the Sun shine
Half as bright
Even send a glimmer
A ray
One hope of light?

If my beloved
Did not appear

Would the Earth
Have a purpose
To its tilt
It's turn

Would the moon
Try and stay afloat
Would all other lovers yearn?

For in loves majesty
Do not all feel the harm?

When one is without their beloved
Do not all seek to mend the bond?

© Christopher Michael Baird (Jan. 8, 2013)

Friday, January 11, 2013

Befriending light

My best friend
I've lent you my pen
I've wandered the stars with you
We've journeyed back again

We've shared airwaves
And proved magic was there
We've opened vaults
And laughed at kings
And cried with those who need more

We've knocked at each others hearts
Even waited by the door
And scribed all the while
And learned about the island
Consciousness

All while holding a smile
Through the tough and the wild

My best
Dear friend
I may not be the easiest
To stick by or to contend

But I promise
I'll bring
Something more
To adventure with

For if your joy fills your eyes
And light enters in
It may favor me too
And consider me then.



Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
Copyright, 2013, Written on Janruary 9th, 2013. 
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Solomon's song to Queen Sheba


Whenever
If ever
You choose
To fall
In love
You can

Like the Phoenix
Of egyptian desserts
Rise from the south
Fly north towards expanse

When you choose
To allow
Surrender
To come

A portal appears
And transports all
Knowledge
To a library on the banks

A fire may burn it to the ground
But with the years
Like each morning song to Ra
It is remembered
Eternally sang

The moment
One chooses
Life and death
In love

Rebirth
And ashes
Flames
And floods
Will issue from the land

Laugh a little
And think with love
There must be a worth more
As the souls' enhanced

Whenever you think thoughts of home
Think closest with your hand
Upon the chest
Of the heart
There must be a kingdom too
Within each man

If ever the heavens call to you
Thank all the moments that were planned
It brought you here
It will take you back
Taking guidance from our wishes
But as we go
It may never commit to our commands

Together
Salvation is worked out by each
And washed away
Like the waves upon the sand
You may dispose too of this kindred song
As long as you advance.

Christopher Baird--all rights reserved. 
Copyright, 2013, Written on Janruary 9th, 2013. 
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