Category Archives: #poems

REFLECTION OF LOVE

As my sensational sensual moments bleed away and are no more seen by the vilest minds
my face deep within the riches of Earth’s soil away from unthought wars!
Unburdened by high wilt of human rine–
as pure Love has championed over darkly love.

And smallest voices as new born children spiritually cries of Spring keeping new born
butterflies afloat, is where Love strives
as droll god-beasts!

Such is the dance of perception as a reflection
through a prism; or early morning dew drop.

Time that not be for us — as purple roses
are sweeter to the but for me: deeper!

:: 12.21.2020 ::


SILENT THOUGHTS IN THE COLD RAIN

When someone is afflicted with an illness, there are those who believe it is all in their head.
If this were true, it is because we are humans, and humans cannot see the universe.
When a person is surrounded by a loud and excited group of people, not one of them would be
capable of understanding the complexity of the universe, the infinite, and the subtlety of
an individual’s mind.

If all were to see, we would have to see a single and limited universe. The creation of this
illusion is the foundation of cancer treatment. The goal is to make the person, no longer in
control of their thoughts, think their sickness is in their head. They are told their thoughts
are sickness, and that their thoughts are not real. They are told they are not a sick person,
they are a crazy person.

This makes it almost impossible for them to wake up and see they are a human being and not a
crazy person. This theory has always amazed me because it has been proven to be the most dangerous
and effective lie on the planet. If we all saw the universe as it is, how could we possibly
want to create something to protect us from it? A story we create with all of our wants, all
our fears, and most importantly, our hate? A story we live to become the newest invention
of the universe? If we are all intelligent beings, then the very idea of a creator must be absurd.

In order to have this illusion, if this were really a trap set by the universe, the traps would be inescapable. It has to be this way. If the world is a lie, the traps are inescapable. For those trapped inside their lies, every day is hell. The only escape is to kill your belief and realize the truth. This is not a matter of escaping in the normal sense, but a matter of escaping through the truth. A truth so extreme that everyone will ask themselves, is it worth it?

This is the only life we have, and we are only here for a very short time. What if we were to live an extraordinary life, and not be forced to follow the rules we’ve all agreed upon? What if we stopped being called “lives,” and started being called “lives in action?” What if we could ignore our fears and heal each other? What if we weren’t forced to create our own world and only follow the rules we actually wanted to follow? What if we finally reached our truth and achieved our happiness? The only question left to ask is, is the balance of the universe in our favor?

:: 12.18.2020 ::


TODAY HOW POETRY DAZZLES

TODAY how poetry dazzles gradually
  as rain falls slantly
our eyes surprised by equally
blind.

As children weep for adults
and adults ache for youth.

Within love lies a beating heart
and death echoes circuits of life.

Our often dismal living flesh
feels delightful in death.

:: 12.18.2020 ::


MY ROOM

I shudder to realize it,
i am among the noble dead
the ones who are never thought of
but have contributed to love.

I am not at peace nor do I realize what the
word, “peace” means in language.

I fail to find rest,
and peace.
my heart is unnatural.
and as my mind too it races to and fro
so does my love for women.
Simply, i have died many times in this life
and within others of different skins; both
man and woman. child and cousin.
So, i breathe in dust
all within my lonely room.

:: 12.18.2020 ::


BURNING FEELING DEEP INSIDE

THERE’S a burning feeling deep inside me
: — /so i find it so very easy to be true
, and admit i am easily a fool \

i hug the sun at day break
and kiss the moon at nightfall

hmmm.

But everytime you are by my side
i count the moments and watch you
and every move you make: it’s art and
as an ocean’s tide i’m pulled into you.

i know i am not worthy of a treasure
such as you but find it very very
easy to just be me — to be true:
because your mine. So at day and night
you’re upon my mind because you’re mind.

hmmm.

i have fallen inside a deep truth of hearts
figured out fruit flies but not cucumbers
and went down down inside a passion that almost
destroyed me — then your hand pulled me out
of poetic insanity.

:: 12.18.2020 ::


BURNING CITIES

AS cities burn without regret
while people have hysteria
many weep — \for what is lost:
our Republic and common sense/
  Parents hugging their little ones
as many lose their faith,
this once great land sliding into
mysterious madness / an abyss \
All these threats are made by you
and me and them.
if we never confront the madness
before us —
  Oh, how i fear both sides of this
political fence and especially
Oppenheimer’s little toy
where gift of light and love has
no hope nor control!

Believe me as I write to you:
no one wins and everyone loses then!

:: 12.14.2020 ::


SUMMER SUN DRIPS ON ROOFTOPS

summer sun drips on rooftops let alone
seven divided by seven the digits line up
the age old math equation:
nine is the chosen number;
lithographs and insects steal souls
rising west i fell to my knees
playing snake with demons
how dare i dream
decimating everything!

As long as i crawl i’ll survive
one day you will take my eyes from me
leaving my tongue unfed
just then the world crumbles
the worms crawl their way back into
my pores and i will turn back into dust
but i promise you

it’s okay

she’ll make it through the night
as long as the human heart beats

:: 12.04.2021 ::


MY OWN DEATH

At night of the Hight of winter, when from the Netherlands comes the brutal sun, lightning without rain
and at the same time clouds with frost, rain for a while, hail, snow and wind of the elements, large and small.

No end in sight; it is a day with a change, storm of clouds, storm of winds, shipwreck, submarine, decomposition
and the four veils.

No beginning and no end.

WHEN the moon in the morning or at noon is as bright as an orb, or almost, and it becomes night before the fourth
evening of the lunar month.

I, to stand in your light as in a spotlight:
I to look into the eyes of a crescent: love, flame, bed. You, great, powerful, oh so distant, as luminous as stars.
A desert of fire. At night you search for me.

THE cypresss of the monasticism are under your feet, the nuns walking barefoot, when they keep time, when they sing
while tying themselves together and when they put their tongues to the left and to the right in the custom of zdrakas.
On the walls of their chapel, near the chapel and the curtain, there are female saints, goddesses, whom they adore,
and those that they cover with veils and they cover with gilded haws. It is as if they were entering a house and praying
in front of the altar. The angel of women, whom they saw in a dream and whom they know to be linked to the will of God,
blazed with stars when they looked at her.

To them she is a light, a light that penetrates them like the opening of a wound. And they throw their arms over her,
when they press her feet.

That is how they pray.

WHEN i heard them chanting, I felt like a stone, as if pierced by the time of their desires. The stones of the market of Damascus
by the way of the river.

How have they lived, with their desire, like dew in their eyes.

I, my feet up, the state of being crushed, felt also that I have attained my purpose and that nothing remains, nothing is more than dust,
nothing any longer is alive.

One wind against my whole body, threw me to dust.

These are days of longing, of vulnerability, of vulnerability. These days. I stand like a young woman in front of a mirror.
Who is that person staring at me? Someone long dead and buried.

Everything that had lasted for centuries is gone.

I am facing my own death.

:: 11.10.2020 ::


BURNED MY EYES OUT

I try to convince myself this one day
Will bring back the past
With all the other moments gone past

My imagination was a blind passion
forever doomed to take us down
i have become my mother’s child
Without understanding the cause
of my calling

Is it to burn my eyes out
before I get out?

Today is the greatest
day i’ve ever known
can’t wait for tomorrow
i might not have that long

i’ll tear my heart out
before i get out

for when the light turns my world black
i’ll burn my eyes out
before i get out

i burned my eyes out
before i got out

We were a dream
You knew all about it
Rode the bright light
But you were too young
To see what the sky was made out of
I swallowed my pride

So I ran.

The sky is the same as the day we lost
i stayed because i wanted to save the world
i never gave up on anyone
so i’ll burn my eyes out

before I get out
i can’t do it now
i’ll burn my eyes out
before I get out

Today is the greatest
day i’ve ever known
can’t wait for tomorrow
i might not have that long
i’ll tear my heart out
before I get out

i burned my eyes out
before i got out
We were a dream
you knew all about it
rode the bright light
but you were too young
to see what the sky was made out of
i swallowed my pride
and i ran.

:: 10.20.2020 ::


WHEN THE SKY CAME DOWN

WHEN the sky came down // when the wind left and the
oceans drained \ when the righteous sang, “by god.”
WE saw the creatures of life running to and fro
and saw how the machine held our hearts and eyes —
in chains.

When the sky came down.
when the night wept,
when the eyes of all creatures cried:
they hid from a perfect storm.

Everyone ran fron the wars and left the
desloation of Nations — when the purple
color and red became day when love screamed
we cried…for a god that never came.

Now, afterward we live life in the drifting horror
of dust and sand.

From the cruelty that defines
the small mouths of what humans are: let it be known
when the sky came down when the sun went away
and the Earth screamed and those who claimed
in God’s name he’ll save our skin; the light
burned our sight and killed our kin.

When the sky came down/ when the sun went dark\
and the universe wept and the righteous sang
to a dead god — we survived. Again.

:: 10.11.2020 ::