Monthly Archives: April 2023

EMBRACE THE HERO WITHIN AS SALVATION BEGINS

In the chaos of life’s grand parade, amidst the cacophony of hearts that plead and pray, there’s a question whispered in the shadowed corners, seeking solace from the day.

Who’ll rescue the essence, the spirit that fades, as we journey through the charade?

With every step in the masquerade, we seek validation, craving applause from the nameless crowd, lost in the web of illusions, where whispers and deceit seem to ring so loud.

In search of salvation, our weary souls wander, to find the one who’ll release the shroud.

Through the alleys of avarice and the realms of desire, our spirits become tainted with sin, y et we hold on to the dream that one day, our redemption will begin.

A savior, a beacon, a light in the darkness, to cleanse the stains deep within.

But the truth lies hidden in plain sight, for the answers we seek dwell in our hearts, in the depths of our souls, the echoes of redemption, where salvation’s journey starts.

For it is we who must save ourselves, in the stillness of our silent prayers, to rise above the fray, break free from the chains, and ascend the celestial stairs.

So embrace the truth, the wisdom inside, that we are both the question and the key, to unlock the mysteries of existence and restore the balance, so our souls can be free.

For within each of us, there’s a hero, a healer, a savior waiting to emerge,

To guide us through the tempest, to restore the light, as our spirits yearn to converge.

:: 04.26.2023 ::


BROKEN HEARTS

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:: 04.23.2023 ::

Poet’s notes:

Form and structure: This poem adopts a distinctive visual form, reminiscent of Cummings’ style, characterized by words and letters fragmented and dispersed throughout the lines. This structure enhances the theme of broken hearts by isolating and splitting individual letters and words, mirroring the shattered and disjointed state of a heart experiencing pain.

Wordplay: The poem features wordplay, including “b(r/ok/en/he/ar/t/s)” and “b(r/ea/th/le/ss/lo/ve).” When read in sequence, these words form “broken hearts” and “breathless love,” respectively. The segmentation of words across multiple lines accentuates the fractured and disjointed nature of a broken heart.

Theme: The poem tackles the theme of broken hearts through vivid imagery such as “split soul” and “scars burst with pain.” These images evoke the emotional distress and suffering accompanying heartbreak, while the poem’s structure and wordplay underscore this theme.

Imagery: The poem employs striking imagery to portray the pain of broken hearts, including “split soul” and “scars burst with pain.” These images elicit the emotional wounds caused by heartbreak, while the mention of “breathless love” alludes to the intensity of love that preceded the heartbreak.

In summary, this visual poem, inspired by E. E. Cummings’ style, effectively employs form, structure, wordplay, theme, and imagery to depict broken hearts powerfully. The poem’s fragmented structure and evocative language collaborate to express the profound pain and emotional turmoil linked to heartbreak, resulting in a poignant and compelling piece.


DEATH, OH DEATH!

When feeling reigns supreme,
What matter as rules of syntax it would seem?
Those who obsess over structure and form
Will never truly experience passion’s storm.

Better to be a fool, wholly consumed,
While spring’s vibrant colors are still in bloom.

My blood boils with a fiery passion,
For kisses are the truest expression,
A greater fate than wisdom can provide,
Lady, I swear by all flowers that preside.

Do not shed a tear for what may never be,
For my greatest thoughts pale in comparison to see
Your eyelids flutter, affirming our love’s rightful place,
Together we will navigate life’s surrealist maze.

So laugh, my love, and recline in my arms,
For life is not a mere paragraph of charm,
And death, oh death, I believe to be no mere punctuation mark.

:: 04.23.2023 ::

Poet’s notes:

The poem celebrates passion and emotion over rationality and structure. I, the poet, suggests that those who are obsessed with structure and syntax will never truly experience the full intensity of emotions. Instead, it is better to be consumed by passion, even if it makes one look foolish. I value physical expressions of love, such as kisses, over intellectual pursuits like wisdom. The poem states that death is not the end, as it is not just a mere “punctuation mark.”

Overall, my poem advocates for the importance of living in the moment, experiencing strong emotions, and embracing love, rather than worrying about the rules of language or the uncertainties of life and death.


Upon the Mighty Mississippi River We Youths

THROUGH lifeless streams,
no guides to steer,
redmen shriek, bowstrings’ gleam,
lashed to stakes, a gruesome leer.

Flemish wheat or English thread,
amidst the din, my guides play,
rivers lead wherever I tread.

gleeful, I dared the stormy brine,
reckless as children in winter’s mirth,
peninsulas freed, chaos divine,
a triumphant hubbub, untamed and unearthed.

skimming lifeless waterways,
guides absent from my course,
redskins’ shouts, quivers’ blaze,
staked haulers, a brutal force.

crews mere shadows,
Flemish wheat and English cloth,
amidst the uproar, guides aglow,
rivers lead wherever I go.

tides raging, a thrill,
reckless as children’s winter play,
wild peninsulas unleashed, fulfillment shrill,
a hubbub of triumphant disarray.

storms blessed my sea watch,
lighter than cork, I danced on waves’ crest,
eternal rollers of doomed botch,
ten nights, defying lighthouse’s quest.

hard apples’ nectar,
green water on my fir’s lap,
blue wine’s wash, a dull vector,
rudder, grappling hook, and vomit’s trap.

immersed in the Sea’s Poem,
stars and light infused,
azure verses devoured, a dream,
a pensive drowned figure, sight diffused.

blue hue, delirious tinge,
slow rhythm beneath daylight’s streak,
love’s pandemonium, wild binge,
lyres surpassed, red ferment it seeks.

skies burst with lightning’s glow,
waterspouts, surf, and currents flow,
evening and dawn strike, aglow,
exalted, a flock of doves in a row.

mystic horrors, sun’s low sight,
violet clots extend their light,
dramatic actors, an ancient rite,
waves roll off quivering shutters in flight.

nights green, snow’s glare,
slow rising kiss to sea’s gaze,
unknown saps, circulating with care,
yellow-blue awakening, singing phosphorous in blaze.

months heavy, following swells,
reefs assaulted, hysterical cows’ shout,
Mary’s feet aglow, calming hells,
oceans wheeze, arousing belief devout.

Floridas mingle, unbelievable to see,
flowers, panthers’ eyes, and human skin,
rainbows stretched like bridal reins, lively,
under seas’ horizon, greenish herds akin.

swamps enormous, fermenting foul,
fish-traps, where Leviathan decays,
avalanches of water, amidst calm’s scowl,
cataracting distances, abyssal pathways.

glaciers, silver suns, nacreous waves and skies ablaze,
hideous strands, at end of brown gulfs witnessed to amaze,
giant serpents devoured by bedbugs’ fray,
fall down from gnarled trees, black scent in dismay.

showing children sunfish of blue wave,
fish of gold, singing fish, all aglow,
foam of flowers rocking in rave,
ineffable winds winging, aglow.

martyr, tired of poles and zones,
sea’s sob creating a gentle roll,
dark flowers with yellow cones,
like a woman on her knees, remaining whole.

resembling island tossing on my sides,
quarrels and droppings of noisy birds endured,
sailing on, through fragile ropes in strides.

:: 04.19.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The poem depicts a journey through various landscapes and experiences, ranging from peaceful to violent, from beautiful to grotesque. The poet is navigating through lifeless streams, where there are no guides to steer them. He witnesses the brutality of native people being lashed to stakes and the gleam of their bowstrings. The poet then reflects on the joy he experiences in daring the stormy brine and being reckless like children at play. The poem takes a surreal turn as the poet becomes immersed in the sea’s poem, seeing mystical horrors and experiencing love’s pandemonium.

The poem is divided into several stanzas, each focusing on a different aspect of the journey. The language used is rich and vivid, evoking strong sensory images and creating a dream-like atmosphere. The use of repetition, such as the phrase “rivers lead wherever I,” reinforces the sense of the journey’s flow and continuity. The poem also makes use of poetic devices such as alliteration and internal rhyme, adding to the musicality of the text.

Overall, the poem is a reflection on the journey of life and the varied experiences it can bring. The imagery and language used create a sense of both wonder and danger, reminding us that life can be both beautiful and brutal.


Let the World Laugh at Me

I see you walking down the street
Head down, eyes glued to your feet
You try to hide the love you feel
But your heart, it just won’t heal

How you feel two foot small

You don’t have to hide your love from me
Let your heart and soul be free
Take a chance and you will see
Love can be your destiny

And everywhere, how people stare
but never listen to their laughs

How I know it’s hard to take that leap
And let your heart skip a beat
But don’t be afraid to take that chance
And let love lead you in the dance

Love will find it’s way

You don’t have to hide your love from me
Let your heart and soul be free
Take a chance and you will see
Love can be your destiny

How could anything you say be less
than what my heart hears!

Hey! Love can be the brightest light
And guide you through darkest nights
Don’t let your fears hold you tight
Take a chance and let your love take flight!

Love will find it’s way

You don’t have to hide your love from me
Let your heart and soul be free
Take a chance and you will see
Love can be your destiny

So take my hand and let’s go
Together, we’ll let our love grow
Don’t be afraid to let it show
Love can be the greatest thing you know.

:: 04.19.2023 ::


It’s All Love

The world is on fire, and no one comes to save me,
But you, my love, you rescued me and set my heart free.
It’s crazy what desire can make us do,
But meeting you made all my dreams come true.

It’s what I feel — I can’t say, but my love is many
times alive today.

It’s love, that you need. When I try my best to make
life succeed.

I never thought I’d find someone like you,
And the thought of losing you is something I can’t do.
I don’t want to fall in love, just to get my heart broken,
But with you, I’ll take the chance, my love is now spoken.

It’s all love. That you need. And I try my best to make
life succed for love.

What a wicked game you played, to make me feel this way,
But what a beautiful thing it was, to make me think of you each day.
You said you never felt this way before,
But I believe you now, I can’t imagine loving anyone more.

By my side — And I know, I can do if I give my love all to you.
And it’s love that you need — so i try my best to make everything
succeed.

I don’t want to fall in love, just to be left in the dark,
But with you, my love, I found my own little spark.
I don’t want to fall in love, just to feel all alone,
But with you, I found my one and only, my heart’s new home.

Tell me why our love is so strong and who am i?
Tell me why beauty is the scenes within your eyes.

The world is on fire, and I thought I’d never find a way,
But with you, my love, I found the strength to love and stay.
It’s amazing what love can make the foolish do,
But with you, my love, my heart found something new.

I never thought I’d find a love like this, until I met you,
And I never want to lose you, my heart belongs to you.
I don’t want to fall in love, just to have it end in tears,
But with you, my love, we’ll conquer all our fears.

No one compares to you, my love, you make my heart sing,
No one can make me feel the way you do, it’s like a dream.
No one can take my heart away, it belongs to you alone,
No one but you, my love, my heart is forever your own.

And tell me why is my Life so beautiful with you?
And who am i? Only living with your love by my side.

:: 04.19.2023 ::


My Own Regime

Hate me, do it again,
For I am not afraid of your disdain.
My heart beats true, buried deep below
An ocean of depth, an endless flow.

Some may have faith, while others scream,
Some weep and complain, it’s all a dream.
I am the high priest of pain, the extreme,
My truth, I trust, it’s my own regime.

Forgive me, I say, if you’re the organ of love,
Desecrate the arts, push and shove.
I am not a token, I am unique,
With brush strokes and colors, I paint the mystique.

I was once a pupil in a galaxy far away,
But now I stand tall, not led astray.
Centered upon humanity, my choices may seem unclear,
But I trust in myself, I have no fear.

I don’t care, I don’t worry, I don’t break a sweat,
For when love is perfect, there’s no need to fret.
Unless I paint it, it’s not set,
My canvas of life, my freedom, my outlet.

So hate me, do it again, shame me if you must,
I won’t bend, I won’t pretend, my spirit is robust.
My truth, my light, my guiding star,
I’ll shine forevermore, no matter how far.


Cocobel’s Upfront Adult Conversation

Cocobel was sitting in his office when Diana walked in. He smiled at her and gestured to a chair. “Hey, what brings you here?” he asked.

Diana sat down, looking nervous. “Coco, I need to talk to you about something,” she said, fidgeting with her hands.

“Sure, what’s on your mind?” Cocobel asked, curious.

“I’ve been thinking a lot about our relationship, and I think it’s time we have a serious conversation,” Diana said, her voice shaking slightly.

Cocobel frowned, sensing that something was off. “What’s going on, Diana? You’re scaring me,” he said, leaning forward.

Diana took a deep breath and looked at Coco in the eye. “The truth is, I’ve been using you,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I’ve been using your fame and fortune to further my own career.”

Cocobel’s heart sank as he realized what was happening. “What are you saying?” he asked, feeling betrayed.

“I’m saying that I never really cared about you, Willy. I only cared about what you could do for me,” Diana said, standing up. “I’m sorry, but I have to be honest with you.”

Cocobel stood up as well, his face twisted with anger and hurt. “Get out of my office,” he said, his voice low and cold.

Diana tried to apologize, but Cocobel wouldn’t listen. He called his security team and asked them to remove Diana from the premises.

As Diana was escorted out, Cocbel was left alone in his office, feeling broken and alone. He sat down in his chair, trying to process what had just happened.

After a few moments, he realized that he needed to focus on his work and his passion for creating new flavors and pushing the boundaries of the confectionery industry. He decided to put the incident behind him and move forward with his life.

In the end, Cocobel learned an important lesson about the importance of maintaining authenticity and integrity in relationships. He vowed to be more selective in choosing partners and to make sure that they were interested in him for who he was and not just his fame and fortune.

:: 04.18.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes: The chocolatier, named “Cocobel” for a chocolatier is a unique and rare name that combines “cocoa” with the French word for “beautiful” (bel). It evokes a sense of elegance and beauty, which could be fitting for a chocolatier who creates unique and beautiful confections.


The Short of Cocobel’s Breakup

Cocobel is a renowned chocolatier who owns a factory that produces unique creations, including edible chocolates and assorted adult candies. He is known for his passion for creating new flavors and pushing the boundaries of the confectionery industry. Despite his success, Cocobel is a private person and rarely talks about his personal life.

One day, Cocobel meets a woman named Diana. She is a beautiful woman who is interested in his work and his factory. They start dating, and Cocobel is smitten with her. He introduces her to his team, and they seem to get along well.

However, one day, Cocobel overhears Diana talking on the phone. She is speaking to someone about how she plans to use Cocobel’s fame and fortune to further her own career. Cocobel is devastated to learn that Diana is not interested in him as a person but only as a means to an end.

He decides to confront her in his office, and she admits to using him. Cocobel is heartbroken and asks his security team to remove her from the premises. As Diana is escorted out, Cocobel is left alone in his office, trying to process his emotions.

He reflects on his relationship with Diana and how it may have affected his work. He realizes that he needs to be more selective in choosing partners and ensure that they are interested in him for who he is and not just his fame and fortune. He decides to focus on his passion for creating innovative chocolates and candies and puts the incident behind him.

In conclusion, Cocobel’s relationship with Diana serves as a reminder of the importance of maintaining authenticity and integrity in relationships. While he was hurt by her betrayal, he learns from the experience and uses it to grow personally and professionally.


The Endless Beat

He walks the streets at night,
In search of justice and the light.
His footsteps echo in the alleyways,
As he seeks to solve another case.

The shadows seem to follow him,
A reminder of the darkness within.
His heart has grown cold and numb,
As he’s seen too many lives undone.

The streets are his home,
A place where he roams alone.
With a fedora on his head,
And a cigarette hanging from his lips, red.

He’s seen too many murders,
And each one leaves a scar that lingers.
His sense of humanity has been lost,
And his mind is now the ultimate cost.

He walks with a heavy heart,
Trying to make sense of the art.
The art of taking another’s life,
And the chaos it brings, the ultimate strife.

He knows he should stop,
But he can’t let go of the cop.
For he’s the only one who can,
Bring justice to a broken land.

So he walks and he thinks,
In search of answers, in search of links.
To bring the killer to justice,
And end this endless cycle of malice.

He may have lost his humanity,
But his sense of duty is his sanity.
For he knows that justice must be served,
And for that, he’ll never lose his nerve.

:: 04.17.2023 ::