Celestial abode

In temple of my temple
you filled my soul
like air and water
your thirst I require.

In temple of my temple
i await your coming
& accompanying walk
unto your celestial abode.
(c) Martin Ijir 2019

Art as Raiser of the Dead

Art as Raiser of the Dead
Fredrick Nietzsche

Like faded waves, so art inclined
Subliminal memories in ornamental vase
A monumental hewned from stone equates
A sculpted dust. A continuous creation of worthy verse
A devotion to an enlightened spirit.

A preservation of endless task of meditating
In return the departed spirit dance in joy
As many read the lines created in simple form
A soul is raised out of the grave of thoughts
As am found immortalized like a ghost of loved one visiting in a dream.
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

A perfect rest

If I can wash my-
self there is no need to take a
bathe for I am clean

if I will cloak my soul
there is no need to cloak my
body for I am not nude

being years I saw my
tears it drops when writing this
a happy moment

if I can count the
blood flowing inside me I
will stop it before

death do to live for-
ever as stars in the sky
weaving the still night

if I know today
i will breath my last breathe I
will dig my grave and

lie still in my coffin
as I close my eyes and
awaits an element

worthy of my interment
to set my soul free
from its prison yard

as I walk into
the serene courtyard of silence
as I rest on
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

A peep into the void

A peep into the void
I see you lizzy calling my name
Reminiscing old times

A perfect smile breaks the long silence
I wish nothing but your soul rejoice
For it is free from earthly prejudice
A liberation that lies in your body as hope

I dont want you back in this sepulchre
Where love fades the beauty of your smile
I want you to rest under the canopy of peace
Where eternal flames burn steadily as you play

Those old times fades, for new you lives
It’s a trance to those lock in the scene
For me is reality that lives in us
As raw wound waiting for its healer

I wouldn’t miss you, i wouldn’t miss you
For i see you on mirror of my heart
It breaks, it mend, we die to live
forever in garden of love
(c) Martin Ijir 2018

Your love on me

Every opening bud of light
Every spire of springing grasses
Mixes with lovely birds songs
Making the vocal air happy on earth

With melodies of divine happiness
As delicate flowers tinted the air
With perfect perfume, the lofty trees
Of the forest waves their foliage as a stream

With evergreen leaves as they floss-
I come to you with empty hands
As i set my eyes upon your cross
I toil my soul upon thy path

Heal me with enough light
As i cling onto your cross
Remove this dark shadow
Award your infinite love on me
(c) Amb Martin Ijir 2018