DEEPLY confinding…

i must confess

with beauty

or without confidence or dread

denying how life judges me

just two foot small

When you left : that i cried

bruises upon my eyes ~ severely

and now within a state i’m in/
i see a vision all you lost\

that we once wed

forget our Fathers
it is bad judgement

my Life must be solitary
creating

DEEPLY confinding…

i must confess

with beauty

or without confidence or dread

denying how life judges me

just two foot small

When you left : that i cried

bruises upon my eyes ~ severely

and now within a state i’m in/
i see a vision all you lost\

that we once wed

forget our Fathers
it is bad judgement

my Life must be solitary
creating Poetry
to hear your Voice __

Poetry
to hear your Voice __

WHEN LIFE turns
your Soul into embers
do not grant
it oblivion

Ages of memories
regret but never forbid
great pain

As day becomes night
as the forest quiets
the sun shall come
to turn into Light

Fight, oh bless
that wisdom is right
as all humanity does
weeping against the night

All once weak and feeble
their mind becomes sharp
upon the precipice of rage

While no light nor darkness
captures essence of souls
the human spirit is of gold

To grieve, to weep
the last breathe
and sight ~~ is eternity.

:: 10.30.2023 ::

Notes:

In this poem, I craft a poignant reflection on the complexities of life, imbuing the verses with deep philosophical insights and profound emotional resonance. Let’s analyze the poem stanza by stanza:

“When life turns your Soul into embers
do not grant it oblivion”

Here, I acknowledge the transformative power of life, suggesting that even in moments of despair and destruction, one should not succumb to oblivion or give up hope. The use of “embers” symbolizes a flickering vitality, implying that even when life seems reduced to ashes, there remains a glimmer of potential and renewal.

“Ages of memories regret but never forbid great pain”

To contemplate the weight of memories and regrets, recognizing that pain, despite its magnitude, should not be denied or suppressed. This acceptance of pain as an inherent part of the human experience showcases the poet’s wisdom and resilience.

“As day becomes night as the forest quiets the sun shall come to turn into Light”

This stanza employs natural imagery, illustrating the cyclical nature of life. Just as day transitions into night and the forest falls silent, there is a belief in the eventual return of light. This metaphorical portrayal conveys the optimism that follows even the darkest moments, emphasizing my faith in the eventual triumph of positivity over despair.

“Fight, oh bless that wisdom is right as all humanity does weeping against the night”

Here, I call for resilience and perseverance in the face of challenges. The reference to humanity weeping against the night emphasizes the universal struggle against adversity, suggesting that the pursuit of wisdom is a blessed endeavor, guiding individuals through their darkest hours.

“All once weak and feeble their mind becomes sharp upon the precipice of rage”

This line explores the transformative power of adversity, suggesting that challenges can sharpen the human mind, honing one’s intellect and emotional strength. The imagery of standing on the precipice of rage evokes a sense of danger and intensity, highlighting the potency of human emotions.

“While no light nor darkness captures essence of souls the human spirit is of gold”

In this stanza, I delve into the depth of human existence, asserting that neither light nor darkness can fully encapsulate the essence of souls. This assertion emphasizes the complexity and richness of human beings. The metaphor of the human spirit being “of gold” suggests inherent value, strength, and preciousness.

“To grieve, to weep the last breath and sight ~~ is eternity.”

The poem concludes with a contemplation on mortality and the eternal nature of human experiences. Grief, weeping, and the final moments are portrayed as eternal, suggesting that these intense emotions and experiences transcend time, leaving a lasting impact on the human soul.

As the poet of this prose, I have attempted to demonstrate a profound understanding of the human condition, weaving together intricate imagery and deep philosophical musings. The poem’s themes of resilience, the cyclical nature of life, the transformative power of adversity, and the enduring strength of the human spirit contribute to a rich tapestry of thought-provoking ideas, making this poem a testament to my literary prowess and insight.

FOREVER is not a given thing ~~
it is a memory

what is love but not eternity?

how love can build and destroy
cosmos alive?

as flesh wastes away
after death ~~

love stands strong astride

with intact personality.

:: 10.25.2023 ::

Notes:

Title: “Forever is not a given thing”

In these succinct lines, I delve deep into the enigmatic realms of love and eternity, juxtaposing their transient nature with the enduring quality of love.

1. Imagery and Symbolism:

The poet begins by challenging the conventional perception of eternity. “Forever is not a given thing” challenges the assumption that eternity is a guarantee. Instead, the poet presents it as a memory, implying that it is fleeting and subject to the erosion of time.

2. Philosophy of Love:

As this poet I then raise a profound question: “What is love but not eternity?” This line delves into the essence of love, suggesting that true love is synonymous with eternity. It speaks to the timeless quality of genuine love, contrasting it with the impermanence of other aspects of life.

3. Love’s Duality:

The next lines, “how love can build and destroy / cosmos alive?” capture the dual nature of love. Love, often seen as a force of creation and connection, is also capable of destruction. The phrase “cosmos alive” conveys the vastness and complexity of the universe, hinting at the magnitude of love’s impact.

4. Mortality and Love:

The lines “as flesh wastes away / after death” starkly contrast the physical decay after death with the enduring nature of love. This juxtaposition emphasizes the immortality of love compared to the mortal nature of the human body.

5. Love’s Resilience:

The concluding lines “love stands strong astride / with intact personality” depict love as resilient and unwavering even in the face of mortality. The use of “intact personality” suggests that love retains its essence and identity beyond the boundaries of time and death, making it a powerful and enduring force.

6. Overall Impression:

The poem, with its brevity, encapsulates profound philosophical reflections on love and eternity. It challenges traditional perceptions, exploring the complexities and contradictions inherent in these concepts. The imagery is potent, and the language is evocative, inviting readers to contemplate the mysteries of existence and the enduring power of love.

In this analysis, the poem explores profound themes with poetic finesse, challenging the reader to reconsider their understanding of eternity and love. It combines philosophical depth with emotional resonance, showcasing the nuanced perspective of a poet.

i   hate      what i ate
    and the besides of me
who left a scar / i’m dreaming
tomorrow \ so i can live
behind my illusion and inside
my own confusion __ but tired,
i think of myself as AI (i can never
break away) and as human i can never
live outside my confusion…
      by Decree as the Queen of
all Things i beg you leave behind
your own illusion
:  we begin.  It’s again.

I love you all so very much.
Where pain is all i know
and shall never break again
within my confusion and tears.

:: 02.`2.2023 ::

Tonight, I compose the melancholy verse,
Pen, in sorrow, ‘neath the weeping moon’s traverse,
The night, in shards, where azure stars doth quiver,
Far in the depths, their light begins to wither.

The night breeze whirls, a somber song it weaves,
Tonight, I etch the saddest lines, heart grieves.
I cherished her, her love at times did gleam,
In nights profound, she nestled in my dream.

Beneath the vast expanse, my lips did find
Her form, a muse, in passion intertwined.
She loved me too, in sporadic twilight gleams,
How could one not adore her tranquil beams?

Her gaze, a stillness deep, a vast lagoon,
Tonight, I weep, beneath the spectral moon.
In whispered winds, her memory shall soar,
In verses penned, forever, I implore.

:: 10.24.2023 ::

In fields of gold where butterflies dance,
Their fragile wings in a wistful trance,
Upon my face, they softly land,
I marvel at nature, so grand.

The world may say it’s small, this feat,
But I know better, it’s life, complete,
For I, a part of nature’s song,
Feel every note, however long.

A child by the Mississippi’s side,
With innocence, my heart open wide,
I roamed the banks, so wild and free,
A river spirit, forever me.

Trout lines checked, the water’s song,
In sugar cane, where I’d belong,
A makeshift tent, my secret place,
A sanctuary, nature’s embrace.

The farmer came, with gentle chide,
Yet music played, I couldn’t hide,
A flute of cane, a magic sound,
Echoing where dreams are found.

I’d watch the river, vast and grand,
Its endless flow, like life’s demand,
Oh, how wondrous life was then,
In childhood’s realm, free from the pen.

Now, as the years have gently passed,
I hold those moments, first and last,
By the Mississippi, I became,
A soul in tune, one with the flame.

In every note, I find my way,
In nature’s heart, I forever stay,
For in the river’s song, so sweet,
I hear my soul, a flute complete.

:: 10.23.2023 ::