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 ::

In the hush of twilight, allow me to confess one truth to you.

Picture this, if you will: the silvery luminescence of the moon’s face, the crimson tendrils of autumn creeping languidly across my windowpane. Imagine my fingertips grazing the ethereal remnants of burnt offerings near the crackling hearth or tracing the weathered contours of a steadfast log. In these moments, every sensory whisper guides me back to you, as though the very essence of existence, from fragrances to the soft caress of light, from precious metals to the subtlest of breezes, conspires like a fleet of miniature vessels, navigating the currents toward those distant isles of yours, patiently awaiting my arrival.

Yet, here lies a caveat: if, by some cruel design, your love for me wanes, I shall reciprocate in kind, a gradual evaporation of affection mirroring your own retreat. And if, perchance, you find yourself ensnared in the tendrils of forgetfulness, do not seek my presence, for by then, I would have seamlessly dissolved into the tapestry of your forgotten memories.

Should you perceive the passage of time, marked by the unfurling of banners in the tempest of my existence, and should you decide to abandon our shared harbor, where the roots of my heart dig deep, remember this solemn promise: on that fateful day, at that precise hour, I will raise my arms, and my very essence will embark on a quest for a new homeland, unbound by past affections.

However, if with each passing day, every fleeting hour, an unwavering certainty crystallizes within you, a sweet yet unyielding conviction that our destinies are entwined, then imagine this: a delicate blossom ascending toward your lips, seeking solace. Ah, my love, my very being resonates with that ardor, echoing it, reflecting it back upon you. In me, the flames of passion are rekindled; nothing fades into oblivion, nothing is lost. My love, my cherished, my soul finds sustenance in the boundless reservoir of your affections. As long as your heart beats, I shall reside in your embrace, an inseparable part of you, unyielding and eternal.

:: 10.20.2023 ::

In the hush of twilight, allow me to confess one truth to you.

Picture this, if you will: the silvery luminescence of the moon’s face, the crimson tendrils of autumn creeping languidly across my windowpane. Imagine my fingertips grazing the ethereal remnants of burnt offerings near the crackling hearth or tracing the weathered contours of a steadfast log. In these moments, every sensory whisper guides me back to you, as though the very essence of existence, from fragrances to the soft caress of light, from precious metals to the subtlest of breezes, conspires like a fleet of miniature vessels, navigating the currents toward those distant isles of yours, patiently awaiting my arrival.

Yet, here lies a caveat: if, by some cruel design, your love for me wanes, I shall reciprocate in kind, a gradual evaporation of affection mirroring your own retreat. And if, perchance, you find yourself ensnared in the tendrils of forgetfulness, do not seek my presence, for by then, I would have seamlessly dissolved into the tapestry of your forgotten memories.

Should you perceive the passage of time, marked by the unfurling of banners in the tempest of my existence, and should you decide to abandon our shared harbor, where the roots of my heart dig deep, remember this solemn promise: on that fateful day, at that precise hour, I will raise my arms, and my very essence will embark on a quest for a new homeland, unbound by past affections.

However, if with each passing day, every fleeting hour, an unwavering certainty crystallizes within you, a sweet yet unyielding conviction that our destinies are entwined, then imagine this: a delicate blossom ascending toward your lips, seeking solace. Ah, my love, my very being resonates with that ardor, echoing it, reflecting it back upon you. In me, the flames of passion are rekindled; nothing fades into oblivion, nothing is lost. My love, my cherished, my soul finds sustenance in the boundless reservoir of your affections. As long as your heart beats, I shall reside in your embrace, an inseparable part of you, unyielding and eternal.

\\

THE BUTTERFLY may cry
within its wings
sometimes

Waiting for a soul
like its person

Like a mirror reflecting
love without fear

it may die.

:: 10.20.2023 ::

In swift retribution, Karma finds her prey,
Striking with a force, you can’t keep at bay,
Gather your senses, for time does not wait,
Soon you’ll face your fate, it’s not up for debate.

What misguided thoughts swirl within your mind,
Mocking love’s essence, so callously unkind?
What purpose drives you, to such heartless rue?
The choice lies with you, and you alone, it’s true.

Karma’s gaze, unyielding, upon you will land,
Meet her eyes, bravely, take her by the hand,
Embrace your humanity, join the earthly dance,
In unity, we stand, a single, shared chance.

Why do we wander this world, so lost and blind?
Laughing at wisdom, our hearts left behind,
Who do you claim to be, in your shining guise?
A celestial being, or just full of lies?

Together, we gleam, like the stars up high,
In the vast expanse of the moonlit sky,
Every soul, a beacon, in the darkness, so vast,
Come, join our light, make the moment last.

Karma’s blow strikes true, shakes you to the core,
See your fellow beings, recognize them more,
In each face, a brother, in every eye, a friend,
Our shared humanity, on it, we depend.

Why do we exist, in this world so wide?
Not in anguish, nor fear, but to walk with pride,
Why, then, do you falter, when life’s everywhere?
Claim your rightful place, in this grand affair.

We shine together, like the stars above,
A symphony of light, an endless, boundless love,
Onward we go, in this cosmic, endless run,
Shining bright, like the moon, like the stars, like the sun.

Yes, we all shine on, in the night’s soft gleam,
In the sun’s golden rays, in a shared, waking dream,
We illuminate the heavens, from dusk till dawn,
In unity we glow, on and on and on.

:: 10.20.2023 ::

AND if i say i love you
i know my love is my love
and maybe not yours

how we fought poverty girl
we understood but we fought
and made it all good

how we raised our love
in the children we had
and brought love to them

it always holds the key
namely the flame of love

and then you left me
searching for something
you always had here.

It’s everywhere / my love \

:: 10.20.2023 ::

:: 10.20.2023 ::