Kahlil Gibran


“A Poet’s Voice”

Part One

The power of charity sows deep in my heart, and I reap and gather the wheat in bundles and give them to the hungry.

My soul gives life to the grapevine and I press its bunches and give the juice to the thirsty.

Heaven fills my lamp with oil and I place it at my window to direct the stranger through the dark.

I do all these things because I live in them; and if destiny should tie my hands and prevent me from so doing, then death would be my only desire. For I am a poet, and if I cannot give, I shall refuse to receive.

Humanity rages like a tempest, but I sigh in silence for I know the storm must pass away while a sigh goes to God.

Human kinds cling to earthly things, but I seek ever to embrace the torch of love so it will purify me by its fire and sear inhumanity from my heart.

Substantial things deaden a man without suffering; love awakens him with enlivening pains.

Humans are divided into different clans and tribes, and belong to countries and towns. But I find myself a stranger to all communities and belong to no settlement. The universe is my country and the human family is my tribe.

Men are weak, and it is sad that they divide amongst themselves. The world is narrow and it is unwise to cleave it into kingdoms, empires, and provinces.

Human kinds unite themselves one to destroy the temples of the soul, and they join hands to build edifices for earthly bodies. I stand alone listening to the voice of hope in my deep self saying, “As love enlivens a man’s heart with pain, so ignorance teaches him the way of knowledge.” Pain and ignorance lead to great joy and knowledge because the Supreme Being has created nothing vain under the sun.

Kahlil Gibran

Photo by L. K. Thayer

Editing by Milos J. Kohout

© 2011

“Praises From A Tenor Sax” by L. K. Thayer

like salt on a bloodsucker

recoiling, shriveling

paralyzed fits of punishing



with the sell-out

the down and out

muck and mire choir


praises from a tenor sax

and a song

you can’t let go of…

fill the loving cup

and drink it dry

try to stay away

but you can’t fight

the pull

of the taffy

you get stuck in the


and you wanna

die happy

L. K. Thayer

Photograph by Milos J. Kohout


Prague © 2011

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“are you listening?” by L. K. Thayer & Milos J. Kohout

I no longer fear your power

I have taken my self  back

my heart is not your toy to kick on loves battle ground

are you listening?

can you hear your strings I cut

no longer will your words bleed me dry

no longer will my moans weep on deaf ears

 no longer willing to be

a ghost of my shadow’s desire

I am worthy

I am a divine

I am whole without you

will the echos of my pleas

come back to haunt me

can you hear me

can you hear me

can you hear me

L. K. Thayer

Photograph “are you listening?…”

By Milos J. Kohout

© 2011

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