10 GROUNDCOVER NEWS POETRY Peace of mind Yes, I might not have A house A car Money Credit A bank account Shares A bridge card A bathroom An address A mirror Respect PEDRO CAMPOS Groundcover vendor No. 652 But I neither have A record A woman Children of mine Bills Rent Dues To fit Enemies To gamble Shames Pills to take A doctor To die or betray my beliefs A label Strings attached whatsoever A mistress Viciousness of any kind I never lie A dead line A manager superior to take shit from Arrows to run I don't have to I just do A shift To follow orders Or a company policy A bottle to keep me hanging My milk makes me strong Yes, I may have skipped dinner last week But I had Sonic Lunch Yes, I may not have My family around Got my feet on the ground Sure that they’re proud The way I get around The good people in this town Got my back Yes I might be homeless But I'll never be A bum A thief A coward A criminal I am honest to myself I have the church I don't have a provider I am my one and only provider God above me I have purpose Ideas, plenty Propositions I got a plan There is so little time And so much to do I need help We all do Try profiling me You’ll see that I hope I do have a home In my heart For my friends I keep my dignity All these rules make me feel free Freely, I think Wonders take me away To the river Spring water Yes, I might Have foreseen the future As I listened to the birds Filling my lungs with pure air Yes, I might say This town is so beautiful Almost heaven But sometimes I just wish I could see the stars Hugging the tree MARKONA LOVE Groundcover vendor No. 531 In the fading light of this coming night Darkness breaks for stars to pierce the void Sparkles shining truth to those who hid From a previous day’s sun. Now with the sun down, and the Moon up A glow shows a diminished Love needed To shine truth to the Light We of a true Love are assembling an army To guard our guiding light Shining for all Humanity, a message is brought By Our Conduit of Another Earthly Species … Kona Love Yet, as a simple man, but a complicated Human I experience Life at an immense intensity That abounds in my soul, a great Joy. Love and pain, like rain Are felt in union within a congregation of them And I. Now a radiant sun shining, Pours golden liquidity soaking my skin, Overflowing my grail With Love of Life’s Light Buds beneath my feet, spring from beneath My toes Burgeoning youth breaks thru a tucked nature Am I the facilitator of the Incubator My Heart layering blankets of A gifted Love, indiscriminately, Coddling friend and foe Only The Creator and Love of Life Cradle the knowledge of who was to be Conduit or Messenger Kona speaks directly to my majestic Heart Once gifted by an impatient Creator I stand in awe of under measured Love Flowing thru myself ... As I shimmer, Shine and suffer its glory. This at times becoming a tragic wrestling Between my heart and its imperfect Mind of good intent Within the weakness of a man’s egg Dark contrasts cut deep in hidden fathoms Whipping myself at my post Starry twinkles emanate my obligatory Chore until this Mortal coils. - Here though, in the tall grasses of paradise I hear flowers singing in a chorus of Daffodils led by towering sunflowers Finally, our Mother tree reconnects us Skin to her bark, feet to her roots See Kona then perch, reaching my gifted heart Her message flow from across the Cosmos As my heart gently weeps, seconds pound til my Earthly departure. AUGUST 23, 2024
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