IF I COULD DO FOR YOU
Banana Patch Fantasy.... c 2002 Joel E. Timmins
"MERE WORDS"
Caught in the rapture of lyrical Time,
In and out of lines that rhyme;
Provoking and probing the mind to reveal
The secrets it's keeping from me well concealed.
Songs, poems, literature too,
Escape definitions mere words cannot prove.
I toss and I turn, I groan and I burn,
Trying to release words on the page.
But all is still... The pencil blunt. Still bare....
What all the page can do is stare.
The mighty seas within burst hard
Upon the barricaded seawall there...
But no words form to let them in!
I go about my way in numb abstraction
Exasperation mounting on my brow.
Then in the incandescent moment, still reflecting,
Enormous waves of thought,
Compounded and complexing.....
Come raging through the gates, now resurrecting,
The Ancient Self in poems and songs, correcting,
The incarneated essence of my souls perplexing.
" IN THE HUMMING"
Awakening quietly from refreshing dreams,
In the cooling wet leaves of night....
Nakedly embedded in the humming One-ing....
I reach inaudible arching...... Harmonic Light.
Elements corporeal, comfort so sublimely,
While Nursery Horse-shadows rock
In Milky Way timing. No longer whimpering...
Resentful and alone. There's a melody I'm singing now;
'Til now..., a song unknown! Then
In the presence of Saints and lost loved ones of old....
The song comes forth surprisingly... and
Gives me back, my soul. The song,
Like a Super Nova stays freeing....
My lingering wild confusion.
The clenched fists...The unrelinquished fear....
The grief...the biting teeth...the pulling hair!
The need to writhe and scream...no longer there.
Somehow, now.....it's just a song!

IF I COULD DO FOR YOU
If when I plant a seed,
If when I water a sprout,
If when I prune the bough...
And do it in my heart, for you....
Would not a leavening occur within the brain,
A balancing of the hemispheres, relieving strain
That mundane, selfish thinking puts upon the soul?
Would not Earth and Sky be integral again,
Not drawing apart, as we have come to see
In days of late; for doing for ourselves, disrupts
The natural harmony of the plan, rupturing
The built-in equillibrium and underlying wholeness
Of our Earth's spinning, cohesive patterns.
The whole world of catastropyhy can end...now,
And true balance be restored
Simply by the attitude we hold
Within our heart, and let Love share.
Motivated by our own desires
How can we understand
The blessedness within our reach...
Our furtive mind renounces such
Extravagance of heart, and says:
"I plant the seed, I eat!"
Metal on metal, we grind away,
Trying to justify our mental state.
Groping at best, it's a blind man's game,
Just working to feed and uphold our own name.
What blame can be in that?!
T'is not a blame, but shame...
That we reach not for the leavening.
If we only knew, what you
Could do for me, and I for you...
It would make the Universe smile;
Would sweeten the dry, hot Sun.
The springs would bubble from the earth
With fresh clean water, pure and sweet.
The tarnish would evaporate
And no residue of stain would remain
Upon us...
If I could just do for you
Instead of....doing only for myself.
The narration tracks are above and to the left in blue, of the poem's title
Some of the tracks are missing. I'll look for them in my external hard drive and restore them to the page. To view the complete set of poems, click the link below which will take you to the original website
Banana Patch Fantasy Productions (1):
IN ALONENESS ARRIVING
If pleasure and joy are all one seeks in life,
Arrogantly perceiving the purpose of this Living,
Is merely to secure all that, what e'r the cost,
What real joy, what peace is ever earned?
For when, in aloneness arriving, our presumed joy,
For which we were striving, is but a brittle gloating,
And the pleasures once desired, now...
So unmotivating, gives one up to crying.
Then do we understand, that Love...
Must always play the hand;
Even our soul has it's job to do:
It's mystical duty to love and be true.
What's more, we are the sweet pleasure
And joy that we seek....but only,
In giving it.....do we receive it.
SHOULD I EARN FOR YOU?
Designed to serve a living God,
United for that purpose;
Conforming to Nature's ancient plan
From Earth's evolutionary dawn...
The unlearned Truth unspoken,
We hold in egg and sperm.
Ancestors sang, with rattle danced,
Calling Grand-Elders to advize and enhance.
Down through the Ages and all of Time,
The Truth engages us...and we change.
Behind the masques of Life and Death,
The riddle's answer, lays bare to the touch.
Coming to me in curious ways,
The Truth invades my dreams and sleep;
Awakens me in the cold dark night
To realize, my destiny is original and unique.
The bard must sing, the poet rhyme;
What when this migrant voyager,
Runs out of space and time?
Did I answer the call? Did I heed the warnings?...
Time is ending, and it's so alarming!
Cause and effect have managed their debacle.
Even this poor animal, could not,
At times resist, the diabolical.
Did I pick up on it in time?.... (though Time
Does not exist, except...in our own mind).
Space is irrelevant. I'm where I need to be;
And now I know that should I earn the day for you
And you for me...we'd hear that...
Transcendental Song so sweet....
Restoring perfect Peace...and Harmony.
IT'S MORE JOYFUL
My grasping desire seeks means to gratify itself.
It knows no end, and would become neurotic,
In joyless rounds, robotically repeating
It's shallow course completing...
If Scriptures did not lend a clue,
To letting go the captive soul,
To reach....the Transcendental Goal,
That it's more joyful if one gives, with love, and
Serves, than just persists with great intent
Some personal end, one soley hopes
To forever own, and hold.
CLARIFIED
A new day. A new moon.
Neptune and Mercury conjunct and in tune;
Uranus square provokes all my best,
Skims off the fool, and
Renders the rest.
Sitting here waiting, perfectly poised,
Listening, hearing, all of my voices;
Letting my feelings expand now uncloistered.
Clarified, reaching for Truth,
Love has fostered.
Filtering slowly, awareness appears,
Fleetingly showing what lessons the years,
Through feast, famine, laughter and tears...
Help me observe, what Karma deserved,
I am earning.
How easy it seems, to understand dreams
(Though waking again to confusion).
There, all makes sense, no need for pretense,
When one sees beyond,
All illusion.
NOT FOR MYSELF
Our Nature, so humanly peculiar,
Though lofty genius and at times inspired,
Is also geared for pleasured excess and self-ruin.
'Though I could do it for myself, and do,
What joy do I derive from my own doing?
Perfection in my life is reached instead,
By giving loving service with joy, and no regret.
Thus it teaches me to feel my way...to joyfulness, and
Caring, all my days, without the burden of
Ignorance and passion, to dissuade it.
The jewel of innocence restored,
Through loving service, so sweetly earned,
Has saved us from the hungry looming jaws
Depravity has shown as well.
Just trying to do my best, not for myself,
But for the ones I love...and God,
Has filled the empty, aching hole,
So I can rest, and gives a joy,
Words can't express...
A leavening of my spirit
Now so blessed...and yet...
Forgiving all the hurts one holds,
Is still my greatest test!
WITHIN THE WHOLE
By what ancient mystery perplexed
Do I ponder why I'm vexed,
That joy and pleasure can't be catched
For one's self alone...
Must one then accept, giving loving service
Is the best? ....well, yes, and
Furthermore, a transcendental joy
We don't expect, at last gives
Our broken heart, a chance to rest.
Some laugh at sacrifice and serve themselves.
Their stifled, stingy nature only proves,
Pleasure is never worth the loss of Self one knows,
Pursing selfish goals; for we are one...
We are the Earth, spinning 'round the Sun.
Never just here, to benefit ourselves alone,
But within the whole, where Truth is grown,
We orbit together completing,
Vast circles designing our Being...
Together, forever, revealing....
The blessed Friendship and feelings,
That maintain the Trust,
We lovingly share, and are keeping