"10/23/2010 - CIE - They Tried to Teach Me - Postcard, Front", Nick Milburn, 2010, Original Chalk and Poetry, Photoshop

Autodidact | They Tried to Teach Me

"Autodidact", Nick Milburn, 2010, Chalk on Paper, 18" x 12"

“Autodidact”, Nick Milburn, 2010, Chalk on Paper, 18″ x 12″

They tried to teach me
the infinite possibility
living inside as my soul
could be sold for some shiny metal
they called gold
but they couldn’t reach far enough inside of my mind
with their warped rhymes
to alter the golden etchings of wisdom
that reminded me who I am
my soul
is priceless beyond material prosperity
no matter its apparent luminosity
for all that lusters does so
because of the grandeous exchanges of energy
between earth and sun
without the animation provided by solar radiation
and the disintegration of established vibration
spiraling onwards towards resonation
there could be no soil
no boil of life in the waters of emptiness
it is the heat of the universe that powers our cars and all our homes
our businesses and body parts
no matter how deeply we may wish to depart
this sphere of time is not our doing
but we are indeed the art
of the universal heart.


Stand of Illusions

Slaving away for the least they can pay
say what I feel
in this stand of illusions
my shield is keeping it real
to me I see who I am
in front of a gun
or threatened with being canned
wherein I find
no where left to go except back
into the flow
of creativity
perpetual nativity
erasing naivety
enlightening my heart
and the city around me
i’m sort of at home
in this endless drone
of civilized mechanical pseudo-life
though star lights often no longer shine
but are long gone like extinct animals
instinct is my sword.

War of Inequity

If equality were real
there would be no winners
no conquerors
no victors.

If equality were real
there would be no endless war
no two friends
tearing at each other’s loose ends.

This is a mess solvable only by forgiveness
and recognition of unity
forever transcending disharmony
eternally reconciling difference.

Like divers coming up from the deep
we gotta keep ourselves safe
from the very Benz we have devoted our lives
and sacrificed our families and ‘hoods to obtain
even though we all know
that wealth and power
without conscience and heart
only breeds pain.

You can’t put me inside of your frame
any more than I can unlock my soul through this pen
anymore than I can free my self from the world
by giving into the anger
of being defeated again and again.

I try to be confident inside
of the semi-controllable animal I am
I try to convince my mind of idealistic peace.

I wince.

Torn apart by the reality of some foolish game
some foolish players invented long ago
rather than evolving their own inadequate ways,
to avoid the rays coming from the reaper’s sways.

Better get away from me
you might die in my presence
life presents unknowns
occasionally opportunities for transcendence
but them, you and I,
are few and far between.

Gentle Grandmother Tree

Gentle tree,
you remind me
of an eldery woman i once knew
rolling yogic motion slowly over
arms liquidlike laissez faire
to the wind whisper knotted
knowing knowledge
of growing from the ground
turning rays of sunshine
into sugary sustenance.

Gentle tree,
you remind me
of my sweet grandmother,
the smell of your bark
sparking thoughts
of the chocolates she always kept
just high enough on the shelf
that it took effort to reach
but not so high
as to deny
her grandchild the pleasure
of nuggat and nut.

You seem like the kind,
kind to allow children and squirells
play in your hair.

Gentle tree,
you remind me
of the beauty of the chrone
the wonderous tone of old age
the elegance of returning again
from form to formless
as balance gives way to surrender
and the weight of life experience
catches up with us
in the forms of worms and storms
and we topple to the ground
absorbed back into the soft sea
of the forest’s floor.

Gentle tree,
i can hear you speaking
reminding me with your silence
of what i all so often fail to see
that within me
is a tree
reaching from seed towards star
limited only by
how much of me i want to see
and how far i believe i can travel
before i unravel
and my trunk becomes a branch
which branches into tiny twigs
each adorned with whigs
of flowers nurished by rain showers
and visited by lots of little things
with wings and unique ways to sing

Gentle tree,
you are so right
even those with the most righteous might
eventually succumb to the sight
of the communal light
after many days have become many nights
what was one a wave
arrising from the infinite possibility
of the sea that is the forest floor,
becomes just a memory in the imagination
of the magicians who conjure nature
from the beyond the realms of nomenclature.

Gentle tree,
to many who have passed you
you have not even existed
you remind me of Hestia
living within the flame of the Hearth
always present but never obvious
like my grandmother
always present
never overpressing.

Gentle tree,
thank you for your medicine.

Eternal Kiss

Magic comes from the one light
and divides one into two
so that two may celebrate as one
in a word between poets
a tingle between interests
an adventure between worlds
a hug between friends
a rub between backs
a wish between stars
a tease between tickles
a touch between skin
a holding between hands
a dance between hearts
a stare between souls
a kiss between lips
an embrace between bodies
a grasp between unknowns
a connection between points
as waterfalls overflow
and we drink the nectar
from the sweet mouths
of one another
a gasp between breaths
a skip between beats
two golden stars become one again
you become i
i become you
two souls come together
and melt into pure emotion
union in now
total unawareness
of anything outside
of total awareness
outside of us
and now
and here
words become meaningless
hearts become rhythmic
breaths become harmonic
bodies become bliss
experience breaks the limits of vocabulary
the boundaries of Heart’s expression
like a shooting star through the atmosphere
we burn up in a bright flash
of pure divine energy
fireside ecstasy
across the night sky
over the mountains
filling the oceans
with overflowing emotions
as two stars in heaven bring love to earth
and the infinite energy of her and i’s
loving dance outside two
is reflected in the beautiful innocent dance
of the god and the goddess inside each
all concepts shattered
all desire renounced
and sexual reality
melt into one with such force
they explode
and reverberate throughout time and space
as an endless cosmic orgasm
and we two come together
and become one as none
as outside of here
outside of my only desire of giving you love
outside of you wanting only to give me love
ceases to exist
and we melt into eternity
giving each other forever’s love
and poetry becomes silence
it all becomes beautiful bliss
shared in forever in the stare between two souls
and one eternal kiss.