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God is Love I John 4:16
And  God created man in His own image;
 every man and woman.

And God saw all He had created and, behold, it was very good. Genesis 1:27,31
the kingdom of Heaven is within You Luke 17:21

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FEATURED ON THIS PAGE ARE HIGHLIGHTS OF Bruce Drouin's  POETRY

(click on poems or scroll down through them)
 

bulletLady in the Huge Dark Mansion (written 10/25/03)
bullet And Still Fell the Rains (The NIght of November 22, 1963) ~
bullet The Song in the Wind
bulletReincarnation
bulletThe Poet
bullet Time
bullet Upside Down Tree
bulletThe Box
bulletThe Symphony
bullet One
bulletECHO
bullet We Sit Under the Stars

more poetry on this website on STAR CHILD and Music of My Soul 

LADY IN THE HUGE DARK MANSION
by Bruce Drouin 

After chasing around in confusion in that bedroom and into that bathroom.

She gave me the keys to her dark mansion.
After her husband had left her there.

And expecting that one day he’d return.
She and we remained stow-away in the attic of that mansion being chased about by that dark lady agitated and angry purposeless.
And we looking for ways to find escapes into fantasy to sneak our guests into that mansion where she would be unaware of our escapades.
But no one except the dark proprietor of the mansion of whom we were its guests resided there.
Some proprietor we had to be reminded we had stolen this house where we sought refuge on our move to somewhere.
And as I found myself in a different room upstairs and I was coming around the corner being chased and scolded.
I stopped and turned around and to my relief.

She laughed
She at last stopped and laughed
She said something funny and laughed at herself!
She saw herself and saw that she was funny

It was a relief all at once in the midst of her stalking us with her anger.

She stopped and saw how foolish she had been and found herself ridiculously funny!

As if to say herself this is too fucking ridiculous to have gone on this long so seriously

“I EVEN HAVE TO LAUGH AT MYSELF!”

And at once a spell was broken. A curse had come to an end.
She saw that her insanity was absolutely ludicrous.
And had to even laugh at how could anyone have taken all of this bullshit!
Even I have to laugh.
And I felt relief that she was no longer attacking me.

She had given up.
At last.
At last even she was mortal.

She in that moment of all too perfect humanness transformed herself from a goddess to a mere exhausted mortal.  At last. At last her love was released and at last she became obtainable in all her warmth. A relief.

And I knew it was no longer a daemon chasing me. As she had gone after every man with a vehemence.
The witch had become a loving woman.

Smile.
HMMM.
“DID I JUST SAY THAT?”

And in that moment’s reflection she became living color.

The scene of black and white in that dark burned out mansion where everything had been charbroiled with a dragon’s anger disappeared and all I saw was a sweet lady, smiling.

She was sweet.
A warm peach hue.

And I woke up having felt her warm embrace and her sweet fragrance
Lingering around in my memory made it all too real.

I had been visited by the dark lady, my mother. In the night she came to me and held me. And released me from her spell.
As if I thought she might have visited me in the night saying,
 “YOU’RE FREE TO GO. I FORGIVE YOU.”

Yes, I had been visited by her spirit.
That sweet lady all too human.
And all too human to have taken all this punishment all too seriously.
And all it took was a moment’s reflection to catch herself and laugh.
And all of us were at that moment freed.
To be HUMAN again.
And as I went into the bathroom, I coughed from my throat, green venom
I coughed it out of my throat
I could breathe again
The collar round my neck was gone.

And I knew I could be anywhere else I wanted to be.
I was freely my own man.
Much older than I thought I was.
And I wondered about that lady. That sweet lady of the past.
How goes it with her?  I wondered.
Is she past on? Did she pass in the night and visit me?
I knew it was her. Because I had smelled that sweet fragrance in the womb. And I knew unmistakably it could only be her.

Thank you.
Thank you, for giving us both life.

And now I had forgotten that enchanting spell we were under.
As the golden sun glowed. Streaks of light came across the room.
A new dawn of a new day.

The soul of the lady was shining radiant in the host of the sun whose sharp golden pin rays spread out all around her and I could see her and knew her she was the eye of the sun.  Her beaming rays were like eye lashes sending out small slivers of pulsating rays into me healing me, warming me, reassuring me, making me strong, attracting me and I and her were familiar; we were the same feeling and she was strong and constant and never ending.  She was staring directly into my eye. Piercing my eye with love and attraction.


She was GOD.

10/25/03

 

 

 

And Still Fell the Rains
 

THE ASSASSINATION OF JOHN F. KENNEDY
November 22, 1963
The following poem was associated with feelings of loss which today I am glad to say have been transformed into joy.
But great ART is created out of our sorrow as well as our joy.
  And ART gives us HOPE!


A shock rang out
Throughout the world
                                                A fragile deer                                                  
Was felled
Hysteria!
Frantic gasps
At the last of
Camelot!
As it was cruelly slaughtered
The innocence of every child-
Tears Anguish
A Dream Lost!
And all mankind
In silence
Motionless
All night
Pitter pattered
Still rains fell
On the roof of our car
As we rode together

Still stunned dreamlike into the night

Toward the motion picture show
Somewhere we knew someone would tell us
it was alright that history can go backwards
and we would find that tragedy could be avoided
nevertheless the operation of the world kept
moving
We in solemn darkness
In another part of the country immune from tragedy
Knowing that news makes sense
Out of what we don’t understand nor want to know about
That maybe it would report the news of the day before..
Before he was reported dead ~
Somewhere in the black sky
The dark air carried the news across
The country while in the movie
Rock Hudson handsome clean larger than life
Couldn’t replace his image nor the life we once knew
And the movie kept holding our eyes in a blank stare
And as our hearts kept beating we didn’t have to think
As the motion picture slowed down our need to understand
The tragedy that was moving all around us outside
Somewhere that didn’t seem to have to make sense
We would make it
And still fell the reigns of the last frontier
Of a nation whose head was shattered by a bullet
While sheets of blood whipped across our faces
And the head exploded before our very eyes
POP!
And we are
Still trying to put the brains back in but
They keep pouring out on our laps
And we keep trying to escape the carnage
and leap out of the car that keeps heading
into the night under the viaduct
towards the motion picture show
where Rock Hudson and the last of America
keep disappearing under the viaduct
where we can’t see them anymore
But we keep hearing that woman screaming
"OH NO! OH NO! OH MY GOD!
OH NO! NO! NO! OH NO NO NO!
And his body keeps falling down into our laps
As we rock the head which holds our plans
In his brains that keep running out all over our laps
In front of us someone keeps yelling
"THEY’RE KILLING US ALL! OH MY GOD!
THEY’RE GOING TO KILL US ALL!!"
And our car speeds away faster and faster
Like a pick pocket who just stole a purse
And another man who caught what happened
From the shots and the sirens and the confusion
And the screams and the bodies running and falling
And the echoes ricocheting off the tall buildings as
Camelot was being stolen away
with 30 pieces of silver
keeps still as he follows
the action through a lens in his home movie camera
while we are held by the rapid sequence of
still framed action in the motion picture show
with Rock Hudson scrambling the Air Force
to take flight in a pretend game with a pretend enemy
as though this were really happening.
And still and still and still
Motionless pictures of still falling rain
Falling down from those captured moments

Over and over
again and again and

 One Fine Day, we will, lift up our Spirits and leave the movie cinemas and
FLY AGAIN like Eagles in the Wind.
 

THE SONG IN THE WIND


We sit under the stars
listening to the music of the wind blowing the leaves in the trees,
while we gaze up at the stars  which
draw our hearts and we become
one with them and we fill the space that
expands between us as the distance between us
becomes one filled with the same feeling
connected by the same idea which created us.
And we gaze into each other's eyes you and I
and all around us becomes a symphony of  eternal night
whose music is voiced in the wind
and we have transcended time you and I
and the stars and the night and the earth.
Together we make up the music
the music of our souls
and we hear it played back to us
in  the song in the wind. 

"Shhhhh! The wind is blowing. Hearken, it’s the voice of God calling."

 


 

 

Reincarnation


Or Evolution

The evaporation and decay of matter
Into the ethereal
Space
Invisible
Becoming visible
Becoming invisible
Appearing
Disappearing
Reappearing in different forms
Of molecules
different shapes
Evolving
Into the visible
From the invisible
Into the invisible
Depending upon what the human
Eye sees
Matter is never destroyed
Always transforming
Evolving
Reinventing into
Shapes
Visible and invisible
To the human eye
All around us and through us
all matter is space
Time is relative
Or not at all
Depending upon what evolution
One is in
Rhythms around us
Are the molecular music
Of evolution
Of matter
Of space
 
O do you occupy this space?
Of the universe?
We are a universe!
Do you really matter?

Yes, I (am) matter!
Do you mind?
Does it matter?
Yes, it matters!
What is the matter(with your) mind?
My mind must be (the) matter!
Then, can matter perceive matter?
Can mind perceive mind?
If it matters?
Does it matter?
Yes, it matters!
I must matter so I perceive matter!
 
And matter is mind and I matter and I mind
And my mind must matter
And I perceive my mind
My matter!
Careful I’ll change my mind!
Then, you mean you’ll change your matter?
Can matter change matter?
If my mind can change my mind
And mind is matter
Then matter can change matter
And mind can change matter
And matter can change mind
My thought is  from my mind
I think therefore I know I  am
And I use my mind to think that
I know I am
And I matter
Because I think I matter
And matter is mind-mind is matter
And I can change my mind
Which means I can change my matter
And my thoughts can change
And then my mind can change
And then my matter can change
And if the universe is matter
And I perceive the universe with my mind
Then it matters and it must have a mind
Because the universe changes its matter and
If thought and mind and I and the universe
All matter
Then all can change their matter/mind/universe
My mind is constantly changing
My matter is constantly changing
The universe is constantly changing
And if my thoughts perceive the universe
Then I see what is invisible or visible depending upon what the eye or mind sees depending upon how my
mind has evolved or changed
My matter has changed
And the universe can change and since universe
And mind and matter are only a perception of thought which can change
Then the universe and I and matter can change each other can change

Reincarnating ourselves from new ideas into

Forms shaped by the visible and invisible
Rhythms forming a different universe
which materializes

from STAR CHILD

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The Poet

I give birth from my impregnated soul
Filled with the feeling inside

From movement of Seeds
Left behind by Divine Intercourse
Who filled my open wounds with
Overwhelming vision

Brings joy to us all.

I give birth from my impregnated soul

Filled with the feeling inside

From movement of Seeds
Left behind by Divine Intercourse
Who filled my open wounds with
Overwhelming vision

With beauty
With feelings
In rhythmic flow of
Love and understanding
Reflected everywhere
In a new awareness
And explodes onto this page

 

Perpendicular

 Joining in opposition
holding cross sections together
my disposition
whose constitution
must be for
the empty space
I was meant to fill

from STAR CHILD

Time

 

 

Is only a period of energy
which has been blown up
dispelled separation 
fragments
like droplets of splintered mercury multiplying
in order to return to its original form
of equal energy
of equal force
of equal energy
which set it apart
now the invisible force which separated
into smaller parts re-ignites the spark within each droplet
to come together for a
Big Bang !   
 

 

from STAR CHILD

 

 

 

The Upside Down Tree

with my Head in the ground
Fertilizing my roots
Sending  sap up my
Trunk
Oozing out
from  my
Timber limbs
I yield the fresh scent
Of pure beginning 
My  thousand legs
Dangle and dance
As I try to reach
The sky beneath me 
I get all tangled up
In space
The moon is flirting with me
She teases me
I can see her enjoyment
In my perplexity
My seed
Explodes
I sprout forth branches
Of beautiful green waves
from STAR CHILD

 

 

Into All

Into the night dancing freely
free, wild
rhythm
surrounded by wind
blowing into me
carrying me to ecstasy
penetrating
becoming a part
of the invisible
pursuing time
melting away
flowing into the universe
hearing the enchanting music
of the night
into eternity
no time
no dimension
space
where all is all
Where God is
ALL

from Music of My Soul ~ by Bruce Drouin
 

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THE BOX

What is the
UNIVERSE ?

Is it an EXISTENCE ?
IS it BEING
?
                                     Or did someone invent an  illusion or
                 “perception” our common
 illusion
which someone  calls “facts”
based on calendars 
and clocks which tell “time”
so someone can invent “history”
to tell us what we should
believe, dream, and become?
   
So to make it even more real
This illusion someone invented
linear time and space and
 “science” to prove someone’s myth
or “religion” !

To study our own existence
Relatively speaking
which is always
and only understood in
our own – self or
universe is really redundant
anyway isn’t  it?

So who’s existence then
are we really studying or
                  …reinventing
                 …agreeing on
                …reincarnating?

 

Why then are the animals so afraid of us?
And why doesn’t Mother Nature
stop and pay alert attention to us-
to this serious circumstance
we seem to be embarked on?
and why don’t the trees

get so bent out of shape over all of this?

Does it really make a difference anyway?

 It’s your Box!

                                                                                from STAR CHILD

 

 

THE SYMPHONY

 

 

 “And we hear the sound of the wind in the trees which like a musical instrument register the vibrations of the universe the ever evolving harmony of light
The stars that twinkle above us draw our breath away unto it - as we become entranced and connected with it and we fill up the space that expands between us and the star
And our distance becomes one


in THE AURORA of LIGHT
Carrying light winding along the rhythmic current of molten light bubbling and sparkling and flowing along the current erupting and expanding into more light more golden light as we feel the strong current of light pulling us along its vast milky way,

We are each units NOTES
Along the symphony of light which spreads out like an ever expanding scale of musical notes all meeting each other along the way
Our sounds intermingle and create new sounds
Sounds of joy along the way the milky way of music of light composed by an idea by a tuning fork whose pitch ~
Whose thought is never ending

 

"The Kingdom of Heaven is at hand"
 

 


 

 

ONE 

Is the beginning
Of life
The new dawn

Of a new day

One
Is the beginning
Of a new life
Of new happiness
Of new fortune
One
Is the beginning
That leads to

Two

One day at a time!

And forever

from Music of My Soul ~ by Bruce Drouin
 

 

 

 PASSAGE
As a spirit we come into this human journey.
The spiritual journey of everyman.
 

 
 

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ECHO
(published in the "Junkmail  Oracle" online poetry magazine ~ Cleveland, Ohio )

 Ping
Pong    Ping
E C H O
     Going out    ***ping
The departure
Coming back ***pong
The return
A hero’s journey is like an echo
Wallowing in empty space

Filling it up with sounds
Which echo
Back and forth
Like a ping   pong
Going out and returning transformed
“ping” and return “pong”
Vibrations of sound
Impacting on each other
Forms ideas
This pounding symphonic resolution
Produces sparks as ideas collide

VERTICAL SLICES OF
LINES OF WHITE IDEAS
SLICES OF LIGHT
TRANSMITTING SOUNDS
  Opening up
Splicing into more lines
   Vertical lines
Multiplying
Slicing and dicing
  Filling out the space with brightness
Pulsating  dancing 
Diminishing
Dancing  splitting apart
Into more lines
And spreading out
Each vertical line splits
Like hairs standing up and becoming more
Straight lines
As they break apart they spread out
Web like AURORA of golden light
Opening each line up and
Spreading it out in a shimmer
Of golden light
As each light form becomes
A Weaver of light forms
Like an accordion drawing itself
Outward and inward producing
A sound called an echo
A return back to the original line
This expansion and retraction
Creates the Music of light 

A SYMPHONY of
S L I C E S    L I N E S
Changing constantly
Dissecting and dividing
Expanding and illuminating
AN  A U R O R A

Emanating  expanding
Recollecting  rays
Vibrations
Split light
E n E r G y is the idea which
 F o R m S   L I G H T
F o r m s
 L I F E ///// / // //  / / // ////////////////////////////// // / / / /
/ /
which like light split apart
from union with each other
into more forms and then go back
into each other

These slices of lines which we are
We ignite and spread out from sparks
From the combustion of seeds with soil
In the womb of the earth
We were created
A pong from the ping!
From THE EYE
Of the S O U L
 
“Oh Universe touch the tuning fork
which splits the  light which creates
the soul – a V I B r A t ion Of  an IDEA
 – the sound
called joy which grows from the dance
of light  spreading  joy in the dance of  light
and all we touch opens up
 we touch darkness and it is filled up with light
we touch the conscience which is
 the evolving conscience of God”

LIGHT IS THE JOY OF THE SOUL
OF THE BIG SOUL
THAT DANCES AROUND ON
THE WIND OF LIGHT

Which carries the “Ping Pong”


 
 

And two other poetry books STARBURSTS and AS A LEAF and can be purchased from
Good SAMARitan Press
P.O. Box 803282
Santa Clarita, Ca. 913380
available through amazon.com

Music of My Soul ~ by Bruce Drouin
On Line 
 published by GLB Publications
San Francisco, CA. 2001

STAR CHILD ~ (copyright 2002)
 ~ the idea came from Carl Sagan's COSMOS ~ "We are star matter."  It's a series of poetic vignettes:


 

 

 

 

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