A most elegant broken-
gait melody by key
my melancholy love,
Nocturne #15 in
F Minor speaks
my dusty soul,
Opus 55 #1.
My soulful pain
written in tones
by the romantic
one named Chopin
Showed me his room.
Said, “sit anywhere.”
“I saw no chair”
so I walked upon
a road isn’t it good?
Tonight alone I saw
the bright moon
so good.
I slept in a burrow
and woke up good.
:: 10-13-2014 ::
TO SURVIVE I EAT
To survive I eat
dead things…
everyday.
As a poet i am departed
from flesh into spirit
and speak the answers
My nemesis,
on the other hand,
eats things till
alive and breathing!
Sol whisper words of wisdom
and become one with me.
:: 10-13-2014 ::
A butterfly flowing over her skin?
Will it satisfy her in many ways?
Oh, nature has its own voice,
and as a butterfly, I see the stars
looking different today…
Sitting upon a wooden branch,
watching planets turning blue.
Flying as an astronaut butterfly,
I sense there’s something wrong.
Ground control ~~ give me nature,
while the moon revolves around
Earth…
Within your electric hands, space,
time, and moonage time, baby,
light the thing holy upon me,
make me realize you care.
With your mascara electric blue
eyelids, break out in a moonage
dream and tell me all your secret words.
As astronauts, we walked upon Mars,
looking back at the tiny point of Earth.
It’s a Holy Place to be, so make me care.
So far away, butterflies around the moon,
and a space station arcs away.
:: 08.05.2023 ::
Across the horizon, they surge and glide,
Guided by winds that beckon and appeal.
Their sails unfurl, an elegant pride,
Their journey resolute, with hearts of steel.
They chart a course where mysteries reside,
Amidst the waves that hide untold tales.
Each crest and trough, a story to confide,
As they voyage through the ocean’s trails.
Above, the sky unfurls its vast embrace,
Where seagulls soar on zephyrs’ tender wing.
Below, the ocean’s depths conceal their grace,
In the fathomless blue, where secrets cling.
And as the sun sets, painting hues of gold,
Their chariots sail into the twilight’s gleam.
The stars above, a blanket to enfold,
In dreams of copper and silver’s dream.
:: 08.04.2023 ::
I do not know you now, nor do I care,
I’ll admit the truth, no need to pretend.
Your name’s not mine to mend or to repair,
Yet I take up the cause, perhaps to defend.
For we have both known passion’s sweet delights,
Feet pressed together, his, and others too,
Their love, a swoon that set the world alight,
Anointed, kissed, and brought to depths anew.
You fell, you prayed, and I, like souls possessed,
Thirsty and hungry, yearning to be free,
Towards Calvary, our hearts were so obsessed!
— Calvary, righteous, where our souls will be,
In doubts and artful tears, we share our sin,
A simple death, united, deep within.
:: 08.04.2023 ::
O city rain, my heart does pour,
Its teardrops fall, what can restore?
This languid pain that strikes the core,
A wound profound, I can’t ignore.
Soft raindrops patter all around,
A gentle sound, a soothing sound,
Amidst this pain, sweet rain is found,
Yet still, my heart in grief is bound.
Why do tears fall, I can’t explain,
They fill my heart, like endless rain,
No lover’s lie, no faithless stain,
Just mournful tears, a constant strain.
No love, no hate, just this unknown,
Why my heart aches, why it’s thrown
Into a world of tears, alone,
I seek the answer, yet it’s sown.
:: 08.04.2023 ::
Love, oh wondrous, we sink in radiant gleam,
A sun of passion’s blaze, our souls agleam.
On calm waters, where stars slumber deep,
White Ophelia floats, a lily’s grace to keep;
Slowly drifting, veils of longing sprawl,
In distant woods, mort’s echoes softly call.
For countless years, sad Ophelia’s plight,
A phantom gliding down the river’s night;
Her sweet madness sings a ballad’s sway,
To evening’s breeze, in timeless array.
The wind’s soft touch, caressing with delight,
Unfurls her veils, dancing with water’s might;
Willows shiver, weeping on her tender frame,
Rushes bow, as dreams gently proclaim.
Around her, ruffled water-lilies sigh,
A slumbering alder cradles with a sigh;
A nest awakens, wings in whispers stir,
A mysterious anthem from stars does inter.
O pale Ophelia, fair as winter’s snow,
Carried by a river’s flow, you go;
The winds from Norway’s peaks did call,
Voices of freedom in whispers small.
A breath of wind, her flowing hair it kissed,
Strange rumors in her dreaming mind persist;
Her heart attuned to nature’s soulful hum,
In tree’s lament and night’s tender thrum.
The voice of mad seas, roaring fierce and grand,
Shattered a heart too soft for such demand;
A handsome knight, a poor, lost soul’s grace,
In April’s morn, found a solemn place.
Heaven! Love! Freedom! A dream so dear,
She melted like snow before love’s sear;
Her visions vast, her words did choke,
Infinity’s fear in her eyes awoke.
The poet speaks of starlit nights,
When she seeks flowers in pale moonlight;
On water’s surface, veils enfold,
White Ophelia’s beauty, like a lily bold.
Ophelia, a timeless tale of art,
A modern voice embraces your heart;
In love’s depths, your spirit soars high,
In verses fine, your legacy shall never die.
:: 08.02.2023 ::
She walks in beauty, like the night’s embrace,
Of cloudless climes and skies adorned with grace;
Where dark and bright, they blend in her sweet face,
Her aspect, eyes, a heaven’s gentle trace.
Thus mellowed, tender light, a radiant sight,
Denying gaudy day, with hues so bright.
One shade or ray, if altered, could erase,
The nameless grace that dwells in every trace,
Of raven tresses, flowing with such ease,
Soft light upon her face, a tranquil breeze.
Her thoughts, serene and sweet, in pure embrace,
Reveal a dwelling-place, so pure, so dear.
And on that cheek, and brow, so soft, so clear,
Eloquence finds home, yet calmness here.
With smiles that win, and tints that gently glow,
They speak of days in goodness, hearts aglow.
A mind at peace, embracing all below,
A heart of innocence, love’s blessed flow.
:: 08.02.2023 ::
Within my shudder’s tender grasp, a blessing smile,
Amidst blue-blur scarred skies, society fractures like creme-egg,
Pink baby lips reveal a conspiracy between id and ego, within the yard
Where flamingos prance with righteous blue beetles, zealous laughs.
Crying zebras roam, with ears that bear walls but no eyes to see!
A surreal dance of desire, as sex met million days of dry humping camels, ooh!
04-11-2014 :: Rev: 06302020
A vision of thee
consumed my spirit
as heaven’s dome
unveiled its azure grace
upon the delicate edge
of dawn’s radiant embrace
Twixt affection and existence!
Such profound affection I perceived!
A weight of lamentations
yearning, vowing!
And the radiant orb of day
burst forth in that vast expanse!
The innocent lamb proclaimed, “I am!”
Baa
Vaster than any gaze
is my pastoral land!
In a cascade of tears,
it seemed
I could but express
my fractured spirit
in your resonating cadence:
Hum, drone-murmur, twitter
melodiously pulsating soul,
nature reveals her voice
And mankind as well!
to this solemn declaration
I utter softly: ah-clearing my throat.
Engross me, resplendent enchantress!
The timid glance retreats!
:: 06.03.2023 ::
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