Daily Archives: March 31, 2024

Buried Alive

The light wraps you up tight
in a fiery glow,
Lost in thought, standing there,
Against the backdrop of twilight’s glow,
Spinning around you a flair.

For days without sun

Can’t find the words, my friend,
Alone in this dead-of-night scene,
Filled with burning thoughts that never end,
Inheritor of a day that’s been.

Buried six feet deep

A branch drops fruit, kissed by sun’s ray,
On your dark clothes it softly lands,
From deep within, darkness finds its way,
Emerging from where your soul expands.

You weep for breath

And the hidden parts of you, they arise,
A new crowd born from within,
Feeding on the sorrow, under azure skies,
A world full of life, yet tinged with chagrin.

Remembering sunlight smiles

Oh, you’re grand and fertile, bound by fate’s decree,
To the circle that swings ‘twixt black and gold,
Rise up, take charge, create what’s to be,
A world so vibrant, but destined to grow old.

Fingers raw scratching the lid

In its vibrance, there’s a touch of sadness,
Yet it pulses with the beat of life,
To be enslaved by such a madness,
Is to dance on the edge of joy and strife.

Then we die.

:: 03.31.2024 ::


Beautiful is Love’s Voice!

We waltz with despair, slumber with fear,
Our weary frames burdened, hearts encased
in shards of glass, struggling to prevent
their fracturing,

Failing to halt their crumbling,
As sorrow mounts into towering peaks,
Too steep for our souls to ascend.
Our minds, laden with fretful thoughts,
Bound to a sinking stone,
Entombed beneath the weight of snowy crests.

“As love blossoms into gardens of delight,
Inviting our souls to dance upon its petals.
Our minds, uplifted by the melody of passion,
Bound to the eternal flame,
Ignited beneath the canopy of starlit skies!”

:: 03.30.2024 ::


History Within A Simple Poem

Black A, white E, red I, green U,
blue O – whoa, vowels divine,
I’ll unravel your silent screams,
oh cosmic sign.

A, inked in darkness, swarmed
by psychedelic flies,
Tripping and buzzing through
twisted truths’ lies;

Pits of abyss; E, truth in sandy swirls,
Towering ice shards, monarchs of pearl’s pearls,
I, spit crimson, laughter erupting in wild hues,
In delirious denial, or rage’s kaleidoscopic views;

U, celestial dance of emerald seas,
Peace in pastures, where neon creatures tease,
Inscribed on foreheads, by hallucinations grand;

O, the supreme Trumpet, blasting cosmic beats,
Silences in angelic echoes and astral feats:
O… Omega… the psychedelic light that greets!

:: 03.30.2024 ::

Note:

This poem, “History Within a Simple Poem,” delves into the symbolism and significance of vowels, using them as a metaphorical tool to explore various themes and concepts. Here’s an analysis of the poem.

In short, this poem is a richly symbolic and thought-provoking exploration of existence, consciousness, and the search for meaning within the cosmic order, using the metaphor of vowels to unravel profound truths and mysteries.


THE VOICES OF LONG DEAD WISE MEN

WHEN in the Course of human events, it becomes necessary
for one people to dissolve the political bands which have
connected them with another, and to assume among the powers
of the earth, the separate and equal station to which
the Laws of Nature and of Nature’s God entitle
them, a decent respect to the opinions of mankind requires
that they should declare the causes which impel
them to the separation.

We hold these truths to be self-evident, that all
men are created equal, that they are endowed by their Creator
with certain unalienable. Rights, that among these are Life,
Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness. That to secure these
rights, Governments are instituted among Men,
deriving their just powers from the consent of the governed,
—That whenever any Form of Government becomes destructive
of these ends, it is the Right of the People to alter or to abolish it,
and to institute new Government, laying its foundation on such
principles and organizing its powers in such form, as to them shall seem most
likely to effect their Safety and Happiness. Prudence, indeed, will dictate that Governments
long established should not be changed for light
and transient causes; and accordingly all experience hath shewn, that mankind
are more disposed to suffer, while evils are sufferable, than
to right themselves by abolishing the forms to
which they are accustomed. But when a long
train of abuses and usurpations, pursuing invariably the same Object evinces a design to reduce
them under absolute Despotism, it is their right,
it is their duty, to throw off such Government,
and to provide new Guards for their future security.—Such has been the patient sufferance of
these Colonies; and such is now the necessity
which constrains them to alter their former
Systems of Government. The history of the
present King of Great Britain is a history of repeated injuries and usurpations, all having in direct object the establishment of an absolute
Tyranny over these States. To prove this, let
Facts be submitted to a candid world.
He has refused his Assent to Laws, the most
wholesome and necessary for the public good.
He has forbidden his Governors to pass Laws of
immediate and pressing importance, unless suspended in their operation till his Assent should
be obtained; and when so suspended, he has utterly neglected to attend to them.
He has refused to pass other Laws for the accommodation of large districts of people, unless
those people would relinquish the right of Representation in the Legislature,
a right inestimable to them and formidable to tyrants only.
He has called together legislative bodies at
places unusual, uncomfortable, and distance

:: 03.30.2024 ::


Mistral Blows Pain Away

Upon the stagnant sea, I stood sentinel,
My vessel inert, awaiting destiny’s nudge.

Atop that mirror of heaven, I reclined,
Restless, a sailor longing.

I shut my lids, invoking
Incantations for the gentle breath

That animates the briny deep,
To swell my sails.

Whispers in the waves obscure the glass,
Awakening me, like a lover’s murmur.

It enveloped me, whispering sweetly,
Roll over, roll over, roll over.

And in my ear, it murmured its name,
A strange melody, yet clear as day:

Mistral, mistral wind.

Though I’ve long gripped the helm, I surrender
To the wind’s pilfering of my dominion,

Spinning me, losing my bearing,
Nights fleeting like fleeting thoughts.

Yet it guides me,
To towering summits,

Too grand to be real.
Mistral, mistral wind.

Each hour spent in vigil,
I await that breeze to stir me,

And transport me back to that realm,
Magic coursing through my veins.

And I sigh your name,
Across the boundless expanse.

You’ve turned me into a mad dreamer,
Mistral, mistral, mistral, mistral,
Mistral, mistral.

:: 03.30.2024 ::