Orion stirs my soul to write
To look into the eyes of the sky and see
To hear the distant howling moon
To reach beyond the silhouetted trees
Until I stand above all this
On either side of the pinnacle roof
Oh yes, like you
I've climbed my whole life to reach this height
To stare back into the stars anew
How you look at him, would look at me?
Orion in the sky so high
Though no man is a burning star
But a constellation
For he is connected to the flickering flame
Which burns for you

Endlessly...
With perception ever turning through

Thin like the willow
Grey as the dove

Quiet as the wind beneath which pesters the cat floats the wings and sweeps the city streets clean of debris

Dark as the asphalt
Soft as the paws

Lean like meat
Old like soil
And slick like oil as it drips from beneath

Shaking like the bedrock
The running water whips

Damp as the corners
And dry as your eyes
It slips

And where asphalt meets the mossgrown bricks
Corners are placed and worlds collide

And the man within is locked away
Within the metaphorical city street

Would the Central Park I know and love, return to me?
In all such glory

The Willow trees

I'm not even a soldier, yet I have fought my own battles
Conquering some territories without a single commander
I'm not decorated, yet I have earned my very own titles
Enjoying all royalties, God Almighty has been my provider
I'm a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I'm not even an astronaut, yet I have touched the deep skies
Soaring the galaxies and seeing beyond my very own dreams
I'm not even wealthy or connected, yet my needs God supplies
Touring many kingdoms and eating cakes topped with creams
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I wasn't considered a writer, yet I wrote inspirational quotes
Inspiring mortal souls to wake up, wise up and fight to the end
I'm not even a laureate, yet I produced classic iambic notes
Encouraging people to live on, move on and never ever bend
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

I'm a man who writes not for glory, but for a very deep cause
Awaking the slumber souls of all faded dreams to take a flight
I am just a nomadic poet endeavoring to inspire without pause
Hoping to help those with aspirations and desires to just fight
I'm just a man but beyond all measures, I'm mighty blessed.

Ivan Brooks Sr©️