Uncategorized Poetry – The Poetry Of J.P.

The Mad King of Araucani

My vast kingdom, larger than France and Spain
led a crusade against conquest and genocide,
I did not have birth right, nor did I take it by sword,

Should my heart suddenly explode
and cease it’s earthly needs,
and being stubborn leave for me

To think a mans fate is decided
not by the battle won or lost
but by the heart alone is more

I woke in twilight’s magic hour,
between the pitch of night,
pulled down over the land and sky

We do not know exactly what is believed
until the moment it is placed at feet,
there is either faeries at the bottom,

With roots extending to the underworld
the hazel at the borders hides fairies,
and all creation is astir.

When among men will come the cost of deeds?
what mad pursuit of silk and gold is this
that we, we happy breed of men have let

I’ve heard the talk of proof that is puzzling you

My breath fogs the window,
some promise out of science
has arrived,

I wished to see your smile,
but got only pain the while—