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DIVINITY OF NATURE

The Universe politely
Revealed itself to Me
In syllables of Gravity
And shy — Infinity

It tilted like an Hourglass
Where Time forgot to Fall
And every Star a Question-mark
Unanswered — most of all

The Mathematic murmured
That Order must be True
Yet Chaos held her breath and smiled
As Numbers drifted through

The Philosopher at Twilight
Placed Meaning on the Shelf
And whispered softly “Why?”
as if The Echo were Himself

So now I walk between the Worlds
Where Wonder learns — to Wait
And find the smallest Particle
Still dreaming of its Fate.

:: 10.26.2025 ::


ECSTASIES OF THE REPULSIVE

A womb borrowed by a worm’s whisper—
yet we too, cradle strangers,
our cities gestating children
we barely know___

The marrow orchestra tuning its teeth—
violins of hunger rasp within us,
each promise gnawed by appetite,
each vow a brittle bone

A feast of limbs at the banquet of thought—
we cannibalize our own gestures,
devour yesterday’s embraces
to nourish the hands of tomorrow

Soup of breath, slurped from a body’s husk—
is this not prayer?
Our lungs recycle ghosts,
and in each exhalation,
someone else inhales our leaving

Silver gulls spilling yesterday’s tide into open beaks—
we too regurgitate histories,
our mouths rehearsing
the same ancestral storms
for children who have yet to swim

A lullaby devoured by the singer’s tongue—
so love consumes itself,
the voice that soothes
also erases,
and we fall asleep within
the hunger of its echo.

:: 08.27.2025 ::


W H O

i am no ONE
i have yet
to meet

Presence deeper than
a ticking hand
and our Souls

do not move in minutes
but breathes within
eternities

:: 04.06.2025 ::


Ephemeral Echoes II

Tears fell from a burning sun today,
people ran scattered trying to catch
memories of how they felt while this
miracle happened.

And today I went to the movie theater
to watch a black and white noir
about a man looking for innocence,
the secrets were in the credits.

Today was an abstract thought,
everything spoke | like clouds.
The trees wanted freedom
from pollution. I fell to my knees.

And in that stillness, the earth hummed,
a low vibration running through my bones.
I asked the dirt beneath my hands
if it remembered the days before men,
before machines carved the sky.

I wandered home, but nothing felt real.
The shadows whispered my name in a language
I forgot how to speak. I longed for the days
when the stars were close enough to touch,
before they hid behind our concrete dreams.

Tomorrow, perhaps, the sun will fall again,
and the people will chase it once more.
But I wonder if they will remember
how the world weeps for us, or if
they’ll simply move on—forgetting the echoes.

:: 09.29.2024 ::


The Imperial Robe

I see the Night – lit up by Day
Some name it Life – I say – Okay
The World – she wears a starry Cloak
Upon her Collar – Time’s soft yoke

A Seamstress – stitched with subtle Thread
Where Life – and Death – together tread
And in her Garb – from Waist to Knee
Lies all we are – and all shall be

Between the Land – and Ocean wide
Between the Dream – where Shadows bide
Between the Life – and Death’s deep Breath
We dwell – within the Robe of Death!

:: 04.28.2015 ::


THE FARMER

Lilies, oh lilies! Where do they go
Beyond the fields of golden dreams?
Iris, oh iris! From where have they come?
Beyond the fields of golden streams.
And what of love? The farmer by the hay,
Faithfully tending the morning’s sun.

He walks the rows where shadows play,
In silent whispers, earth and sky,
The wind, a gentle, knowing sigh,
As he sows the seeds, the day begun.

He kneels to touch the soil so deep,
His hands a map of seasons passed,
In every line, a story cast,
Of hope and toil, and dreams to keep.

The birds above, in flight, rejoice,
Their songs a hymn to labor’s grace,
The farmer smiles, a quiet trace,
Of peace within his steadfast voice.

And when the night begins to fall,
With stars to light his weary way,
He rests beneath the sky’s soft sway,
The fields, his heart, his all.

:: 08.30.2024 ::


TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS

In quest of love, a man set forth to find
Eros, elusive, to capture heart and mind
Through realms both vast and wide, he strode
A tapestry of self, in the world he showed

His thoughts, like daggers, pierced the air
Prized possessions sold in moments of despair
Affections, once fresh, now aged like debris
A wanderer’s journey, wild and free

He played with truth in a peculiar dance
A sidelong glance at fate’s advance
Flaws, like a dove, gave life its breath
A testament to love, defying death

In misguided trials, a love did bloom
The truest, emerging from the gloom
No more to roam, the search complete
No whetstone of doubt, no uncertain feat

Anchored to a love divine, a sacred trance
A deity in this modern romance
Welcome him to heaven’s nest
To a chest of pure and warmest zest

:: 11.25.2023 ::

Notes:

The poem “TO DERIVE INTERESTING MOMENTS” reflects a profound exploration of love, journey, and self-discovery. If we were to consider this as the work of an accomplished poet, we might interpret it through a lens of deep philosophical and emotional insight. Here’s an analysis:

Quest for Love: The poem begins with a universal theme – the pursuit of love. The use of “quest” suggests a noble and courageous journey. The reference to Eros adds a mythological and timeless dimension to the search for love, portraying it as something elusive yet captivating.

Journey Through Realms: The imagery of the man striding through vast and wide realms suggests a journey of self-discovery and exploration. The tapestry of self implies a complex and intricate personal narrative that the man unveils to the world.

Metaphorical Language: The poet employs metaphorical language, such as “thoughts like daggers,” to convey the intensity and sharpness of the man’s reflections. This may suggest the emotional challenges and sacrifices encountered in the pursuit of love.

Aging Affections: The idea of affections aging like debris is a poignant metaphor for the passage of time and the transformative nature of experiences. It reflects on how emotions, once fresh, can change and evolve, mirroring the inevitability of life’s changes.

Peculiar Dance with Truth: The dance with truth implies a nuanced engagement with reality. The sidelong glance at fate suggests a contemplative and perhaps cautious approach to the uncertainties of life.

Flaws and Love: The comparison of flaws to a dove giving life its breath is a beautiful metaphor. It suggests that imperfections are an essential part of life and love, contributing to their vitality and authenticity.

Misguided Trials and True Love: The narrative takes a turn with the mention of misguided trials, which contrasts with the emergence of the truest love from the gloom. This shift reinforces the idea that true love often arises unexpectedly and can be discovered amidst challenges.

Anchored to a Divine Love: The poem concludes with the man anchored to a love divine, depicting a sense of fulfillment and transcendence. The use of religious imagery, like a deity in a modern romance, adds a spiritual and timeless dimension to the love portrayed.

Heaven’s Nest: The imagery of heaven’s nest and the chest of pure and warmest zest conveys a sense of ultimate happiness and contentment, as if the protagonist has found a place of serenity and joy.

In summary, this poem, if considered as the work of an accomplished poet, would be seen as a masterful exploration of the complexities of love and the human experience. The use of rich imagery, metaphor, and philosophical reflection elevates the poem to a level of profound poetic expression.


THEY MOVE AS INSECTS

In the glow that binds our souls,
A gallery of nature’s art unfolds,
And through shattered life, we find our way,
Amidst windows of friendship’s ray.
Forget not my key, in this boundless sky,
Where mysteries and sacrifices lie,
Even the forest’s stones, in hasty flight,
Across low bridges, they take their light.

They move like insects, their appetite,
Devouring all the radiant light,
On desks, they feast, and gloves they claim,
With indolence, they play their game.
Oppressed by the weight of bird and bone,
In aluminum letters, their shadows shone,
Upon me, they cast their spectral grace,
In this solar system, our screens embrace.

Where stars of lead in marble fall,
Upon cobbled floors, like birds enthralled,
In their drunken flight, they dance so free,
Feasting on the hanged man’s mystery.
With liana’s stores, they seek their way,
A captive fish in a world of gray,
White phosphorus gleams in its eyes,
With castle footprints, the wind complies.

A tray of spring, the wind doth bear,
From a cement nest, it takes its share,
Forever dispossessed, it leaves its root,
Forever thirsty for lands aloof,
A tantalizing enigma, we chase,
In hands where mirrors once found their place.

The mirrors, they carry bridges, they say,
Reflecting bays in their fiery display,
Lime trees stand with simple grace,
Their carpeted emanations embrace.
May the fires of beauty rise and shine,
In memory’s garden, a gift divine,
To the sun, where secrets are unfurled,
On the island’s edge, in a distant world,
In the realm of dreams, where lanterns gleam,
May our hearts be touched by the lamp’s soft beam.

:: 09.01.2023 ::


TRUE SOURCE OF LIGHT

Spit.  When you die.  Last chest bump swizzle stick! Ghosts pull your feet out of bed —
vanish you like a magic trick / death takes you like a swizzle stick by the neck so low tech
by the heart how life vanishes you by words i stare through you like a high-ball or
cold bloody mary through the eye swizzle stick (little prick) the face in the mirror is all light
a trick bleeding (this story) how i infiltrated pride and ventilation with cyanide through mind
and brain /no antidote\ swizzle stick/ kiss your neck goes to the heart — stiff nipples ripple shirt
camel cool-aid toe wet through the eye aside makes doom tasty baby true | a true source of Light
what fools the heart might be true please…distort.

A telepresence of greed and affection.  This is the channel that makes metal scream.
Let it scream.

:: 05.29.2022 ::


SEE ME WHILE THE WIND BLOWS THROUGH MY SOUL

I am here with Favorites
and I am with No One
I am Love and the world Hates
Inside mental Estates
Compared upon merits
by profane scarlet objects
universal law sealed false
bonds of Love as oft as mine!

:: 12.28.2021 ::