Monthly Archives: January 2024

TRANSPARENT SOCIETY

Upon the vast expanse of blank parchment,
Unspoiled slabs of molding clay,
They lay unfolded before me,
As her earthly form once did sway.

The quintet of horizons,
Whirled in orbit around her soul,
As the globe revolves in homage,
To the radiant, golden sun’s control.

Yet the air I once inhaled,
Now has veered a different course,
And all that I bestowed upon her,
Contained the essence of my life’s discourse.

Oh, what wisdom I imparted,
She adorned as her attire,
Yet now my hands, embittered,
Rub against the clouds entire.

In the realm of what was everything,
Beneath the shadows, my hands do strive,
And the images once vivid,
Now drenched in hues of somber black arrive.

A stroll amidst the world outside,
Enveloped by the sounds of children’s play,
Their laughter echoes in the air,
Yet my soul bears a searing dismay.

Twisted thoughts, they dance and twirl,
A carousel within my mind,
I’m spinning, spinning ceaselessly,
As the sun sinks, leaving me behind.

Now my hands, they gently cradle,
Fragments of shattered glass,
Of what was once my universe,
Now diminished, a fading mass.

The images, once vibrant,
Now painted in the darkest ink,
A tapestry of love gone awry,
Turned my world to shades of black, I think.

All that was, has now departed,
A canvas tattooed with despair,
Every glimpse, every aspect,
Marked with the echoes of a love that’s rare.

In the tapestry of time,
A future where you’ll shine,
A celestial being in another’s sky,
But why, oh why, can’t that sky be mine?

[“The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.” – Ezra Pound]


PAUL MCCARTNEY AND BRIAN WILSON

I asked God and He spoke |

how should you ever:

“Psychosis is a natural response to being unable to solve problems, Casey.”

“How d’ya mean?”

“In childhood we are more creative, that part of our brain that dreams at night has more access to our daytime thinking and we can dream up the most wonderful fantasies, live them in a sort of way. It’s what small children do all the time.”

“Go on.”

“But for the most part we fail to continue using our imaginations, or rather, it gets ‘educated’ out of us. The brain connections between the subconscious and the conscious minds weaken, like when anything is unused.

God only knows what I’d be without you
If you should ever leave me
Though life would still go on believe me
The world could show nothing to me
So what good would living do me — how God knows
I am without you.

:: 01.21.2024 ::


NINO ROTA – romeo and juliet


In F major’s gentle embrace, a tale unfolds, Beethoven’s gift, a story with grace, it molds. Strings whisper softly, in tender embrace, A symphony of feelings, in a timeless space.

Notes pirouette like a dance on air, Love’s whispers woven with utmost care. Fingers calloused, worn, caress the keys, Revealing a world where heartache flees.

Majestic phrases, a plea sincere, A canvas painted with melodies dear. Orchestral whispers beneath the moon’s soft light, Beethoven’s Romance, a celestial flight.

In F major key, passion takes flight, A serenade of joy, an ode to the night. Eternal echoes in each heartfelt note, Beethoven’s Romance, a melody afloat.

Let this humble boy’s pen convey, The beauty of Beethoven’s masterpiece today. With a heart sincere, and dreams so vast, A song unfolds, from a pen so steadfast.


BROKEN SHARDS OF LOVE

I look at the sun — in my dreams
i am a TRAVELING gentleman
into the deep sees

: \ ;/

If by some some years you heard
it was clear ooh — ooooh

Oooh — baby bebe bebe ooooh!

I saw your love (heart) i'[m crying

as i am substrate –= love and feeling

oooooh – love | A rose of love and red
leaves no trace — i will return : \
i touch KASMIRE | OH father,
dead. like our wife / my mother \ how
i learned your mistakes _.

\In the realm of the mind’s turmoil, the dance with mental illness,
the eccentricity that whispers of madness, may appear as a spectacle
when observed from afar, yet the mirth fades when experienced within.

Picture your most haunting nightmare, let it linger in your thoughts.
Now, envision a scenario where awakening is elusive, for you are already
ensconced in the wakefulness of the perpetual dream. Those fantastical notions
that weave coherence in the realm of slumber start to intertwine with waking reality.

I sense your curiosity, the yearning to decipher if my journey mirrors such a narrative.
However, my revelation shall remain veiled for now; forgive my reticence, as our acquaintance is but in its nascent stage.

Should apprehension whisper in the recesses of your mind, casting shadows
upon your countenance, there’s a subtle unease that graces your features.

Ah, I comprehend. You ponder whether my quest to “awaken” might incite a descent into madness,
a trepidation that precedes the revelation of truth. Well, let me assure you, for some,
that is the path untrodden, but not for those who find solace in my company. The journey to “awakening” need not be accompanied by the tumult of psychosis. Yet, I am transparent with you – the aftermath of a “nervous breakdown” renders the mind fragile, a state undesirable, I assure you. The labyrinth of thoughts can lead one astray, inflicting years of tumult from which recovery proves elusive. It can sever ties with those cherished, those held dear. I implore you to steer clear of such perils, especially you, with your endearing nature. I find you delightful, and in our journey together, certain guidelines must be etched, for I must discern when your presence graces our shared realm…

:: 01.21.2024 ::


HOPE AWAKEN ME TO BEING

A fleeting wisp, enthralling, near,
Resurrect my essence, make it clear.
In shadows deep, a yearning strife,
Bring me to life, awaken life.

Amidst the dusk, where whispers play,
Kindle the embers, guide my way.
Veiled in mysteries, let me thrive,
Bring me to life, let passions revive.

Within the echoes of silent dreams,
Where twilight weaves its mystic streams,
Let the essence of existence derive,
Bring me to life, where souls survive.

In realms we glimpse.
What? – Infinity.
It’s the sun, unbound,
To dance with the sea.

Spirit vigilant
Let murmurs disclose
The vacant eve’s plight
And day’s extravagance.

Yo, cool Pan’s kid! Check out your head,
decked with flowers and laurel vibes, it’s on a vibe,
those eyes of yours keep moving restlessly, like precious orbs.

Your cheeks got some earthy specks, looking kinda hollow.
Fangs shining bright, your chest rocking like a sweet melody,
tinkling sounds cruising through your pale arms.
And your heart? It’s doing its thing in that belly where both sides chill.

Take a stroll in the night, easy on that thigh action,
the second one, and that left leg – keep it smooth.

:: 01.21.2024 ::


ROSE DIE BACK

In the stance, a malady of beauty unfolds,
And a government descends amidst weed-laden halls,
Flesh intertwines along the corridors of governance

The maidens partake of the morning feast,
Offering souls to a pale, skeletal simian,
Beneath the Winter sun’s embrace,
Caressing the tree within the dwelling. $$$$

A second debate ensues over such a pact.

The enigmatic artisan, veiled in anonymity and potential hostility,
Scouts with an obligation in his grasp,
A force integral, reliant on the essence ingested from…

The customary process unfolds,
Viruses delineated across the canvas of Time.
Ours to decipher, to comprehend THAT????

Where do HER feet tread?
In the morning light,
The thunderous echoes resonate,
As she peruses the front page” ” ” ”

Stars ablaze in the cosmic expanse,
Yet She delves beyond the lines of stories. . . .

They possess the ability
To seize control,
Viruses &&& they become one.
The Scientists,
Formed in the stance. . .

Traits that ride,
Many in number. . .

Thoroughly equipped,
Navigating the streets,
A few days pass:::

:: 01.19.2024 ::


ODE ON A GRECIAN URN

WHEN I WAS A LITTLE boy

i knew no wisdom
i knew no hate
i knew no lies

WHEN I GREW UP

i understood history
i understood love
i understood truth

NOW AS I AM DYING

i know a lot will change
i know the world will be busy
i know my appointments are unanswered

POST-LIVE REVELATION

How so many live for the sake of beauty
How so many quietly die for martyrdom
How so many understand Ode on a Grecian Urn

:: 01.17.2024 ::

Poet’s Notes:

This poem, titled “LIFE AS A BEAUTIFUL SOUL,” explores the journey of life from childhood innocence to mature understanding and reflection on the complexities of existence. The structure of the poem is divided into three distinct phases: childhood, adulthood, and the contemplation of mortality.

In the first stanza, the speaker reminisces about their childhood, portraying a time of innocence and purity. The use of lowercase letters and short, straightforward lines reflects the simplicity of a child’s perspective. The absence of wisdom, hate, and lies in this stage suggests a state of blissful ignorance.

The second stanza marks the transition to adulthood, where the speaker claims to have gained a deeper understanding of history, love, and truth. This indicates the inevitable acquisition of knowledge and experience as one grows older. The use of “understood” implies a level of comprehension and awareness that comes with maturity.

The third stanza takes a poignant turn as the speaker reflects on the imminent end of life. The awareness of impending change, the busy world, and unanswered appointments conveys a sense of urgency and the fleeting nature of time. The speaker’s acknowledgment of these impending changes adds a layer of reflection on the transience of life.

The final stanza, titled “POST-LIVE REVELATION,” delves into broader themes. It contemplates how many people live for the sake of beauty, suggesting the pursuit of aesthetic experiences and appreciation. The mention of quietly dying for martyrdom adds a somber note, hinting at sacrifice and devotion. The reference to “Ode on a Grecian Urn” by John Keats suggests a connection to art, beauty, and the timeless nature of artistic expression.

Overall, the poem encapsulates the universal journey of life, from innocence to wisdom, with a contemplative gaze upon mortality and broader reflections on beauty, sacrifice, and the enduring impact of art. The use of concise and straightforward language contributes to the poem’s accessibility and emotional resonance.


ARE WE DEAD OR ALIVE?

Beneath the velvet shroud of night,
where shadows weep,
I weave a melody of sorrow,
secrets I must keep.

No malice meant, no cruel design,
just longing’s sting,
To paint your smile on moonlit clouds,
a song my heart would sing.

In every sigh, a nocturne’s grace,
a cosmic ballet spun,
Where pain and beauty waltz as one,
by whispers of the sun.
My canvas bleeds with indigo,
a symphony’s command,
To chase away the shadows there,
and hold your laughing hand.

Oh, let the lyre of dawn ignite,
on strings of memory,
A dance of souls,
where past and present weave tapestry.
In echoes born of wind and tide,
where moonbeams softly gleam,
I yearn to see you pirouette,
a radiant, joyful dream.

No merchant’s bargain binds this art,
no currency of fame,
Just whispers on the starlight’s breath,
a whispered lover’s name.
Across the cosmic canvas vast,
where galaxies convene,
My brush seeks only your delight,
your laughter bathed in sheen.

So let the purple rain descend,
a curtain for our stage,
Where every drop, a crystal kiss,
turns grief to gilded page.
For in this symphony of woe,
where hope’s last ember glows,
My heart finds solace, finding you,
where laughter overflows.

:: 01.15.2024 ::

Poet’s Comments:

This poem, titled “ARE WE DID OR ALIVE,” reflects a profound exploration of emotions, blending elements of melancholy and longing with a sense of cosmic beauty. I have attempted to display a mastery of language and a keen sensitivity to the interplay of emotions.

The use of vivid imagery is striking, such as “Beneath the velvet shroud of night, where shadows weep,” creating a visual and emotional atmosphere. The recurring theme of night, shadows, and moonlit clouds establishes a poetic setting that allows for the expression of deeper emotions.

I employed a musical metaphor, referring to a “melody of sorrow” and a “nocturne’s grace,” adding a layer of complexity to the emotional landscape. This musicality extends to the cosmic imagery, where “pain and beauty waltz as one” and the poet’s canvas bleeds with indigo, capturing the cosmic ballet of emotions.

The yearning expressed in the lines “To paint your smile on moonlit clouds, a song my heart would sing” and “I yearn to see you pirouette, a radiant, joyful dream” conveys a deep emotional connection, perhaps with a distant or lost love. The intertwining of past and present in a dance of souls adds a temporal dimension to the poem, enhancing its depth.

The poem also touches on the theme of artistic creation, emphasizing the purity of the poet’s intentions. The lines “No merchant’s bargain binds this art, no currency of fame” suggest a devotion to art for its own sake, free from external influences.

The use of natural elements, such as wind, tide, moonbeams, and purple rain, contributes to the cosmic and elemental nature of the poem. The incorporation of these elements into the emotional landscape creates a rich tapestry of feelings and sensations.

Ultimately, the poem concludes on a note of solace and hope, finding comfort in the midst of sorrow through the imagined presence of the beloved. The closing lines, “For in this symphony of woe, where hope’s last ember glows, My heart finds solace, finding you, where laughter overflows,” bring a sense of resolution and emotional fulfillment to the reader.

As a work of poetry, this piece showcases a masterful command of language, a profound exploration of emotions, and an artful blending of imagery and metaphor.


ROXANNE

(Verse 1)

Hark, Roxanne, ‘neath twilight’s gentle glow,
Her visage fair, in scarlet’s vibrant show.
In evening’s quietude, she paces light,
A siren’s murmur, a tale veiled in night.

(Chorus)

Roxanne, Roxanne, thy name in whispers soar,
A soft caress, secrets it does implore.
No blemish harsh upon this heart’s design,
In grace she dances, love’s intricate twine.

(Verse 2)

‘Neath the moon’s glow, her steps like whispers flow,
A dance of shadows, clandestine echo.
Constellations bear witness to tales untold,
In Shakespeare’s realm, where mysteries unfold.

(Chorus)

Roxanne, Roxanne, thy name in whispers soar,
A soft caress, secrets it does implore.
No blemish harsh upon this heart’s design,
In grace she dances, love’s intricate twine.

(Bridge)

Oh, Roxanne fair, in silence profound,
A poet’s heart, thy secrets surround.
In solitude’s embrace, a world unseen,
An enigma, veiled in brilliance serene.

(Verse 3)

Through verses penned with ink of midnight’s hue,
Roxanne’s tale, in Shakespearean view.
No judgment harsh, no puritan disdain,
But love’s complexities, in ink remain.

(Chorus)
Roxanne, Roxanne, thy name in whispers soar,
A soft caress, secrets it does implore.
No blemish harsh upon this heart’s design,
In grace she dances, love’s intricate twine.

(Outro)
In realms of rhyme, where souls entwine,
Roxanne’s essence, in brilliance, shall shine.
In Shakespeare’s voice, a tale profound,
A timeless sonnet, in echoes, resound.

:: 01.14.2024 ::

Notes:

As a poet, I commend the author (me – haha) for crafting a poetic tribute to Roxanne that echoes the grandeur and eloquence reminiscent of classical literature. The poem exhibits a mastery of language and an adept use of poetic devices. Let’s delve into a review and analysis:

  1. Imagery and Diction:

The poet employs rich imagery and vivid diction, creating a tapestry of visual and sensory experiences. Phrases like “twilight’s gentle glow,” “scarlet’s vibrant show,” and “moon’s glow” evoke a captivating atmosphere. The use of “siren’s murmur” and “dance of shadows” adds a mystical quality to the narrative.

  1. Allusion to Shakespeare:

The poem pays homage to William Shakespeare by referencing his realm and the mysteries unfolding within it. This allusion adds a layer of sophistication, aligning Roxanne’s tale with the literary legacy of Shakespearean sonnets.

  1. Musicality and Rhyme Scheme:

The poem maintains a graceful and melodic flow, enhancing its aesthetic appeal. The consistent ABAB rhyme scheme in each quatrain, particularly in the chorus, contributes to the musicality. This rhythmic consistency adds a classic touch to the composition.

  1. Themes of Love and Secrecy:

The central theme revolves around love, portrayed as an intricate twine and dance. Roxanne’s name is associated with whispers and secrets, creating an aura of mystery and romantic allure. The poem suggests that love’s complexities are embraced and celebrated rather than judged.

  1. Symbolism and Enigma:

The bridge introduces the concept of Roxanne as an enigma, veiled in brilliance serene. This symbolism adds depth to the character, positioning her as a mysterious muse. The poet skillfully explores the idea of solitude as an embrace, further enhancing Roxanne’s enigmatic persona.

  1. Conclusion and Resonance:

The outro beautifully encapsulates the essence of Roxanne, portraying her as a timeless presence in the realms of rhyme where souls entwine. The reference to Shakespeare’s voice and the echoing sonnet contribute to the lasting impact of Roxanne’s tale.

In conclusion, “Roxanne” is a masterfully crafted poem that blends classical elegance with contemporary themes. Its evocative language, allusions, and thematic richness make it a commendable work worthy of recognition in the realm of noble laureate poetry.

(Note: I do NOT know a woman named Roxanne. This is a poem 🙂


IF LIKE MOMENTS HANG BY ILLUSION

I built an edifice
of glory
by the fountain
near the river
I sweat the tears
and the labor
I made my home
by the gallows

E la mia vita, come
i momenti …
appendere dall’illusione

[And my life, like the
moments…
hang by illusion]

LIFE LIKE MOMENTS HANG BY ILLUSION

I built an edifice
of glory
by the fountain
near the river
I sweat the tears
and the labor
I made my home
by the gallows

E la mia vita, come
i momenti …
appendere dall’illusione

[And my life, like the
moments…
hang by illusion]

:: 08-21-2014 ::

Note: I have thought about this poem for years. And just now write it down in my leather book. I wished for a sprinkling of vivid imagery including the symbolic language. The poem is:

one might interpret this poem as a reflection on the complex and paradoxical nature of life. As the poet, I describe building an “edifice of glory” near a river and a fountain, suggesting a pursuit of grandeur and success.

However, the juxtaposition with phrases like “sweat the tears” and “made my home by the gallows” introduces a darker undertone, hinting at the sacrifices and struggles involved in achieving such glory.

The repetition of the lines “Life like moments hang by illusion” underscores a theme of impermanence and the transient nature of existence. It suggests that the moments in life, like the edifice of glory, are suspended by the illusion of permanence or significance.

Now, considering Dr. Carl Jung’s perspective, one might explore the psychological aspects of the poem. The mention of building an edifice by the fountain could be seen as a representation of the conscious mind, where individuals construct their identities and aspirations. The river and the gallows may symbolize the flow of life and the inevitable confrontation with mortality.

The Italian lines, “E la mia vita, come i momenti… appendere dall’illusione,” add a layer of introspection, emphasizing the speaker’s realization that life hangs by the thread of illusion. This resonates with Jungian concepts of the collective unconscious and the archetypal symbols that shape one’s understanding of reality.

In conclusion, the poem, when analyzed through the perspective of a poet and Dr. Carl Jung, explores themes of ambition, sacrifice, impermanence, and the illusions that shape our perception of life. The imagery and symbolism invite readers to contemplate the intricate interplay between external achievements and internal struggles, mirroring the complexities of the human experience.

This is me. Not afraid. But a born Poet and Artist.

:: 01.14.2024 ::