Elegance through a Swan's Eyes

Elegance through a swan's eyes,
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

I am lost in the gaze of sunrays beaming off the lake.
Harmony overfilled to where chaos and peace is forced to intertwine.
The sounds of raindrops on a hot tin roof,
In the background while I am fishing.
Don't you hear it,
Close your eyes and listen.
Now let's take a journey through the swan's eyes.
Life is so graceful,
I just don't understand why dove's cry.
To take in a sight so beautiful,
I am relaxing on top of the world sitting underneath a bridge.
Letting the wind ruffle my feathers just to make thus all the better.
Thou many try to figure me out,
I just lay on the bank and stare.
Waiting for the bread crumbs,
To leak from your hand.
As I wobble closer and closer to what has god led me to.
Why does these midgets keep chasing me around,
Is it a come on??
Leading me to glimpse into the palm of thy hand,
then the raise it and start to run towards me.
Man,
You cry about having a rough life,
Just ponder about mine.
I can't trust the hand that feeds me neither can I bite it.
Well today I will just chill in the middle of the lake.
Open my eyes and see what the breeze has to offer.
Hmmm!!!
What is that smell oh yeah only time will tell?
Oh tell me could it be,
Should it be, would it be?
Oh Yeah!!!
A nice couple bout to have a picnic,
Oh Yeah!!!
A loaf of bread oh goody my favorite.
Oh No!!!
Why couldn't they leave the little midget at home?
When you don't have cash to buy your own,
Remember the Elegance through a Swan's Eyes.

Elegance Divine

Elegance Divine,
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.
Miracles are born through the elegance of your eyes.
Just a peek gives birth to inspiration that moves the universe.
Leaving me intertwine in thought, what if life is a simple sport.
Am I, the one that makes it complicated?
I was born 14 days late, so does that mean every birthday is belated.
Sometimes I believe I overrate experience, maybe I underestimate my steps.
For my path was not always straight and narrow.
More twist and turns than a mouse in a maze, running the rat race.
I look at myself in the mirror and can’t see my face.
Divulging my self in a taste test and I can’t even taste.
Been on the streets so long I don’t know how a mattress feels.
Come on, now be for real.
This was supposed to be a spiritual love poem.
One simple reason; I look in your eyes; you don’t know how I feel.
Blessed, Blessed to be alive to see another day.
I know the difference between true beauty and mere attraction.
To hear your voice in word and song leaves me with satisfaction.
Satisfied to be able to say I know her name.
The angel bought back, the essence to live.
How can I fake and say,”I don’t hunger for another to talk too.”
I know this poem is like a kid coloring in and out the lines.
Perfect ness is divine although I am only human.
The spirit leads me to a place, a place where my soul can be at ease.
Where I can sit back and listen, drop my guard and be at peace.
Truthfully I don’t believe in religion or superstition,
Please believe me I do listen to my intuition.
Most of the time I don’t know what it says, but I try to listen anyway.
The halo that sits upon your spirit blinds me, last week I walked into a tree.
I hope you understand this poem, I tell you for me this is beyond the norm.
Well it is about time I stop sugar coating it.
This tone of voice is mild compared to my sweet talk.
I truly changed the way I live my life with the way I walk.
Man, only if I can find the one to help me stop being lonely.
Then Elegance Divine in my heart could be all mines.

My Sunshine

My Sunshine,
By: Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

The manifestation of spiritual vibes creates life
Through pulses of blinding light.Subliminal messages embedded within the mindless mass subconscious, Thus enlightenment bringing them closer to higher self. The catfish of the river levitate beyond the atmosphere;
Upon the highest planes of eternity.Highs and Lows are kept upon the laws of physics,
Although spiritual keeps all upon even kill.Come on now, Keep it real!I'll keep it from Phylis Sophical to Gutter Whispers of the Pyrotongue. Chicken heads evolve around material,
That's inferior to the cosmic slop of the spiritual realm.Blind, Deaf & Dumb chasing imaginary thugs through the scorched fields of lost hope.A sad sight to watch generations chasing shadows without moonlight at midnight.Over fed with pipe dreams flooding from speaker reams,
Trying to live a rappers life that he don’t even live.Conjugate in physical enjoyment that last temporarily.Be enjoined within spiritual self, dwelling in eternal bliss.Upon soul mates nothing is hidden through distance,
Only through opposite means connections are lost.One dwells upon the flesh bringing the spiritual halve upon chaotic rip tides.Creates the urge for the flesh to decease before it's time.Not being able to see the other eye to eye,
Fabricates the sensation to eternally separate oneself
From the true source of My Sunshine.

Stratosphere

Stratosphere
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

I stands underneath of noone,
Except for cosmic energy itself.
I was up before the sun,
Still around after the moon
Kisses the other side of the world.

I span through out the earth,
I travel without the presense of a ship.
I watch you through out all your present days,
I even was around of the yesteryears of your gloomy past.
I kiss the fowl of the air everyday to let them know I care.

I may not control the weather,
Yet you should be greatful that I help you breath.
For without me this world would be void,
For nothing would be able to slumber nor dream.
I am the seems of this atmosphere only 1 higher then me.

I have a boundry that is only broken by very few.
I am only topped by the one who created me.
Deeply embedded with the air that is admist within me.
I protect your imminent domain although the goverment tries to take it away.
For once there is no more of me, they will charge you for the air that you breath.

You take me lightly for now,
Sooner or later you will wake up and smell the coffee.
Without me would be no gravity to keep your coffee with heat.
Yes they take me lightly for now.
Soon you will learn.

For without my presense this world would be vain and scourned.
I was here before the knowledges, I was the one who taught the moors.
For without the present of I,
You would be lost searching for the crystal stair to heaven.
I look at you in amazement, I can't believe what you seek.

Heaven and Earth is what you make it,
I just don't understand why you follow behind man made religion.
Even though you do worship me
It is all in vain for you follow man made commandments.
Instead of what you hear in your spirit, which I do speak.

For I am the Stratosphere,
How ever you want to put it.
Jah Yahwah ALLAH Neter Yahuwa or simply GOD.
With his own hands he placed me here, like atom and element.
For I never change just like the creator ways I am the Stratosphere.

Pure

Pure,
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

My intentions are virgin as falling snow,
Clear as the country air blows.
Divine in all intent praying
For the ones that who are hell bent.

I see through the glass
That is not there.
I see the dream that was never dreamed.
Overstanding is an aquired taste.
You confused from glancing at my orignal face.

Speaking a tongue that was never heard,
Making sounds that are not words.
Seeing places from 10,000 miles away,
Like I was just there yesterday.

Talking to you without a phone,
Easily said then done from a differant state.
Trully exquisite without an email,
How it was done only time will tell.

Pure as the book that was never writen,
Pure as the knowledge never touched.
Deep within a tomb is where I rest,
Covering the walls and the pharoahs chest.

A thousand years still uncovered,
Like the abyss of the ocean floor never caressed.
Holding thoughts all to myself,
That my mind don't know only my spirit.

If you was connected from the inside you could hear it.
Even though you are not trully intouch with your spirit.
Hug felt through the night time air,
Searching for her but noone is there.

Living off a country road,
My nearest neighbor is 5 miles away.
I till my own land and farm everyday.
No artificail flavors or perservatives.

Now they wonder for 250 years how did I live,
A secret that will be never told.
For secrets only a mute can unfold.
The pictures only a blind man can see.

Please don't think I am conceited,
Just because I don't want you to hold me.
I love to cuddle when the time is right,
Only the thoughts of you I want to keep....
Pure!

Cosmic Body

Cosmic Body,
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

Intertwine through the axis of life,
Creating illusions that fix the imagination.
Leaving thoughts in they rightful place,
Only to be pulled out for later days.

Aligned by the powers that are unseen,
Thinking it's a dream that erodes the sea.
Connected deep without the imbilical cord,
Wondering are we really on one accord.

Searching the nighttime skies,
For which I have become to wonder.
Searching for gold,
Like the 49ers in San Fran's Hills.

Trying to rebuild my intergalatic home,
No one overstands my language.
I surely don't understand the signs of the land,
Seeking the signs of the times.

Seasons change through out the picture books,
Although they all starting to look the same.
This is trully racking my brain,
I can't tell the differance between sleet and rain.

Wondering why do they peer through my spectacles.
What are they searching for?
Glancing and whispering like I am a strange tourist.
Even though I am an universal traveler.

Why do they speak of a green card,
Do they think I am an illegal alien?
They alienate my space,
Then try to educate me in they own way.

What are they probing for?
Dancing around me with strange miniture swords.
What do they call me strange?
This is just my cosmic body.

Dark Velvet

Dark Velvet
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

Splendored by the adoring swallows of pride,
Drifting away of the sunrays beneath the rivers tide.
Casting away shadows of the worm beneath the sea.
How could this be?

Waiting my whole life,
Waiting my whole life,
Never to reach the edge of life's canvas
Dark Velvet some calls it a shade of blue.

Some peers for a second and just calls it black,
I call it the origins of all civilizations.
I call it moor even though most see it as an opening,
For you not to noticed your true culture makes my heart sore.

We are divided by society,
Split up in our own catorgory of race.
You believe in the bible,
Yet still don't believe everyone is only one race.

The knowledge poured upon divine books,
Was only gold and diamonds stolen deep from our land.
Trying to keep us lost in space,
Using egyptian names upon the creatures of star wars.

I am the light fire is what you seek,
For in the rain I won't go out.
Only if you come to me humble and meek,
I will show you the road of enlightment.

Only if you seriously seek knowledge,
Seek me with all intents.
For I will only stay distant,
If thy wisdom don't know your face.

For you must study to show your self approved,
Don't mean you have to pay money to go to school.
For seeking your own knowledge,
Deep in your spirit will you find the pure me.

So wrap your self up in my felted flesh,
As im the spirit for which you are living.
For if you continue to walk with the mindless mass,
I will leave you in your empty space.

As I flow away with the current of knowledge,
I could have been your personal Dark Velvet canvas.

Circle Of Light

Circle of Light,
Craig A. Hickerson Jr.

The origins of light born through the dark velvet,
Linger in the outer stratospheres of air.
Reaching out to the cosmic bodies connecting,
Pure sources of energy.

Expanding with the birth of every living creature,
Exhale with the breaths of the sky.
The collision of mindless mass;
Sidetrack them on to an enlightened path.

For this journey will not be reached overnight,
Even light-years take time to travel
Although light is quicker then sound.
When it reached my heart is unknown,
It was hidden many times I searched the 4 chambers.

Locked away in the abyss from light,
Darkness; where it was found.
A bright light keeps all amused in this matrix,
For the ones who proclaim they speak the truth;
Won’t tell you the truth that they are speaking lies.

Leave you lost in the city of light,
With your mind locked on the beauty &
Materials of the ones suppose to have made it big.
For even though the Bentleys and Mansions
Seems to hold they spot in false happiness secured.
We are not privileged to see behind closed doors.

They say what's done in darkness will come to light,
Even though those that live in the light,
Will return to the true source of darkness.
Only to find out darkness is where the creation begin.

For in the beginning God said let their be light,
Even though for the conscious mass,
Light was present all the time.
For the light is what you make it,
But darkness is the origin of life itself.