In my age I confess this:
Once I had a Poetry Club I created.
It was within a Strip Joint of high order.
Nothing but the most beautiful women.
I would visit on Wednesdays and go over
my poetry with those lovely women.
And I would read.
They would contemplate those words afterward.
How I miss my poetry club.
Not the sex but these lonely women.
:: 10.17.2023 ::
What ‘if’ isn’t hesitating? Those like us who burn in a midst of already
forgotten proclivities?
The memory of a worm at the level of a shoe has more comprehension than
a human brain today. It’s a flying bird sitting upon a tree branch. At the
level of a statue whose computer rages within a digital age of phosphorization
of Elon’s satellites. The color of these glasses are pink in love or torrid lightning
As salt and pepper are tastes of a nutrition of alerts like napkin furniture
Historically the retreat of pastures who view a burning fire with their relentless
disinfecting tongues as swords of hate are the future — like pristine advisors
of death where retro doors are seen
I adore the reddish pillows like Koi fish which my head sleeps upon dreaming new
worlds as they cut waves with ciphered.
I am who I am.
:: 10.12.2023 ::
In the boundless reaches of the cosmos, where the night sky is a canvas of infinitesimal lights, there exists a singular star system, Gaia Nova, distinguished not merely by its celestial beauty, but by the extraordinary society it harbors. At its core, this system cradles a planet teeming with life, a haven of wonders beneath the canopy of stars.
This planet is not just a sanctuary; it is the epicenter of a civilization that has harnessed the enigmatic powers of space and time. Millennia past, a select cadre of beings emerged – the Astral Navigators. Gifted with unparalleled abilities, they command the very fabric of reality, enabling them to traverse the cosmic abyss between stars and the unfathomable depths of ages.
The Astral Navigators are no mere travelers; they are the life force of their star system. Armed with their extraordinary gifts, they explore the far reaches of galaxies, map unexplored realms, and weave connections through the vast tapestry of the universe. Their talents are not just a blessing but an essentiality, for beyond the sanctuary of Gaia Nova, malevolent shadows of ancient origin lurk, coveting the secrets harbored by these navigators.
These extraordinary individuals bear the weight of their civilization on their shoulders. They are the custodians of knowledge, the bearers of hope, and the pioneers of the unknown. In their hands, space and time are pliable tools, shaping the destiny of their kind. Yet, this power exacts a toll. The strain of bending reality ages them prematurely, demanding sacrifices that transcend the comprehension of ordinary mortals.
Yet, these sacrifices are indispensable, for the star system from which they hail is dependent upon them. In the tranquil interludes between interstellar voyages, as the Astral Navigators gaze upon the twinkling stars from their homeworld, they recognize the profoundity of their purpose. They are not mere wanderers; they are the architects of destiny, crafting the fate of their civilization amidst the grand cosmic ballet.
Amidst challenges emanating from within and beyond their star system, the Astral Navigators stand resolute. Their saga, an epic of bravery, sacrifice, and limitless exploration, is etched into the very fabric of the universe. Unbeknownst to them, their most extraordinary odyssey lies ahead, one that will test the boundaries of their powers and the depths of their determination.
The universe beckons, and the Astral Navigators are poised to heed the call. They are not mere individuals; they embody the dreams, the aspirations, and the indomitable spirit of their star system to grasp the stars, regardless of the cost. In their story, the aspirations of the cosmos find voice, a testament to the ceaseless human endeavor to reach for the heavens, transcending all limitations and sacrifices.
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The decapitated hand passes an hour from a flower
That above a spectral chess-city they cry
And ghosts control the furious variety of flesh
Invented like iron and silver structures of thunder.
Since so recently alive in a burst of light
Nomenclature within a ledger of written blood
parting waves and snow, clogs of ice that hands
cannot grasp even in brilliance i CAME.
The pregnant thoughts give birth you big star
in the jungle of concrete called Earth
Within that half-opened mouth of depth of a diamond
Sex is an extreme delight that easily directs a great
reading of a delirious ORGAN of phosphorescent change.
I look up to the sky but my eyes burn ~~~
I touched a goddesses whose chief song
between shelter and pillows; as her eyes carry an air
of a woman without legs or arms –> but a root
we met in pleasure as two doors in dawn / my shape
is tool divine too ; i look up to the skye where
everything is pleasure among the winds of clay
that invite out the tigers of their stems
among the furniture that sniffs out misfortunate
i had a fierce dream and bite the rain
and defend the cold politics of public snakes
whom I kill in the end.
I rubbed the different footprints of my feet
on ocellated carpet.
:: 10.02.2023 ::
…MY borealis lit the lip-sky! EVER!
and she walks, her remaining
soul forever sweet roaming. moving like
two [opportunity] rivers chasing
the dream of me
And my mind tries when gazing upward
from the ground to the sky i saw
two peaks like a flavor [so much
so much more than creative paintings]
— it’s man.
We need our dessert before
death…yeah I possed you and hated you.
My shyness//her [va]kindness
I kissed the pink flowerLOVE
she shivered i lovely death.
:: 01-22-2015 ::
THE WORLD ate the lungs of the forest
and HUMANS escaped the pain to answer
this little WORLD who they made crazy
Why do mouths lick their lips
and politicians line their pockets with
the blood of bleeding people’s tears?
The devil is knocking upon the living’s door.
. drop your religion of deceit and hate___
how is it when little creatures eat your feet
you praise their words and move on? Haze
and confusion and how i try to step forward…
is somebody gonna save the world? Save the World.
Angels falling — purer than purest pure
whisper of a whisper s0(big with innocence)
forgivingly a once of eager glory.no
more mi8racle may grow — praise god who has
many names and the devil has many more
i walked the miles and awoke the same. In the voice
inside my hEAD. Torturing the words of the rocks
rolling — the day i tried to live bruised my soul
all over. The day mother and father died i knew
we’re alone: say, ‘one more time to die? one more
time around this circus cloud of pain.
The pain was great and hated how my face melted the
paint i brushed across my pure face — so one more
time around, one more time around the joke of how
i tried to live.
:: 10.21.2021 ::
A REWRITE:
06.22.2023
IN THE HEART OF THE WILDERNESS
This global sphere, feasting upon the forest’s breath,
and MANKIND evades accountability’s sharp glare,
for this frenzied microcosm, of their creation laid bare.
Why do lips flirt with hunger’s dance,
and those in power garnish their gains,
with the sorrow of the silent – their cries merely stains?
The shadow of evil raps upon the entrance of the living,
abandon your religion of duplicity and loathing, unforgiving,
why is it, when minute beings nibble at your foundations,
you laud their actions and proceed with no reservations? The fog
of uncertainty swallows, and my attempt to stride forth…
will anyone rise to shield our earth? To save our Earth.
Seraphs tumble — pristine beyond pristine’s core,
a hush echoing innocence, so vast in its roar,
benevolently, an ounce of bygone splendor.no
further miracles may bloom — bless the divine of many faces,
and the fallen one who surpasses in traces.
I journeyed the distance, yet woke untransformed. In the echo
within my consciousness. The torment of stone’s tales
in perpetual motion — the day I dared to live bruised my essence
once more. The day when mother and father ascended, I grasped
our solitude: ask, ‘once more dance with mortality? once more
circle this spectral cloud of torment.
The torment was vast, and detested the distortion of my countenance,
the paint my own hands had gently caressed across my untouched visage — so once more
circle this circus, one more lap around the jest of how
I tried to live.
:: 06.22.2023 ::
One shall behold eyes tracing the heavens with magnificent splendor.
Seeking refuge upon the land of the lamp.
A form vanishing while standing,
At the convergence of all light’s end and inception.
Death holds no purpose when you exist,
When your eyes unveil the blueprint of what lies ahead,
When they harbor profound inclinations,
Or solidify the potent union of passionate lovers.
When Earth, when the parched gems of lids unfurl,
When space, not futilely, takes its winged whirl,
When myst’ry lends life its striking edge,
If on Earth it falls, in poetry’s fiery circles he spreads,
In the realm of being and verse, our essence he threads.
The body, once regained through footsteps, becomes meaningless,
Unless a ship from a passionate land lends its influence,
Offering its guidance, steadfastly shining stars,
And a radiant aura like a diamond amidst the night,
With a face that thirst has turned as pure as snow,
And hair that seems to attract like a swarm of magnets,
And a soul, deeply immersed in the embrace of slumber.
It’s your body, your essence, I recognize at first glance.
The covenant of all-seeing eyes holds no value,
Above a fiery line of all lines, unless
they succeed in crafting, preserving their swift wasteland,
And rendering it eternal, like a clear enigma,
A purifying rainbow.
earth, that love is eternally needed
immortal body emerging from a ray’s core
of lightning bolts, which craft a world scoffing at prisons
connecting eyes, love-filled, oceanic diadems
bring
bring
our river of fire, timeless and unbound
flowing through the purified ocean like a native vein.
:: 09.01.2023 ::
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 ::
In fair Verona’s realm, where love did sprout,
Two souls conversed, their hearts casting doubt.
A tale of passion, tragedy unfold,
Romeo and Juliet, their story told.
Romeo:
O Juliet, sweet Juliet, thine eyes so fair,
A love forbidden, yet we both dare.
Through feuding kin, our hearts have found their way,
In clandestine meetings, night turns to day.
Juliet:
Romeo, dear Romeo, a name I hold,
A Montague, a tale both new and old.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet, I suppose.
Romeo:
Thine innocence and grace, a radiant sight,
In moonlit whispers, love takes its flight.
On yonder balcony, you do shine,
A beacon of hope in this feud’s dark line.
Juliet:
Yet Fate, it plays a cruel hand, my love,
A tempest stirs, like clouds above.
Tybalt’s anger, Mercutio’s fall,
A web of tragedy, entwined in all.
Romeo:
Oh Juliet, my heart doth ache with woe,
Love’s light and shadow in this tale we know.
With poison’s kiss, I sought to find release,
To join thee, love, in everlasting peace.
Juliet:
Romeo, deceived, thy death I see,
A potion’s sleep, to reunite thee and me.
In life and death, our love shall persist,
A tale of passion, on Fate’s sharp twist.
Romeo:
But hark, dear Juliet, let lessons ring,
Of love’s endurance, through pain it will cling.
In Verona’s streets, our spirits reside,
A love eternal, where destinies collide.
Juliet:
So let our tale, a beacon be,
A symbol of love’s unyielding decree.
Though we are gone, our love lives anew,
In every heart that beats, in skies so blue.
:: 01.01.1593 ::
A black and silent “A” I’ve found,
Velvet-clad, a swarm profound,
Around the cruel’s fetid ground,
In shadows steeped, it doth abound.
An “E” of mist and candid air,
Like tents and lances, proud and fair,
Through glaciers white, it seems to dare,
And shivers of parsley, light as prayer.
“I” in purples, crimson hue,
Bloody salivas, emotions true,
Lonely smiles, a tearful view,
In penitence or anger, too.
Oh, “U,” with waves of greenish hue,
Divine shudders, seas renew,
Pastoral peace and cattle’s coo,
On furrowed brows, alchemy’s cue.
“O,” a clarion call divine,
Strange stridencies, sounds entwine,
Worlds and Angels therein shine,
Violet ray, her Eyes align.
In humanities voice, these vowels weave,
A tapestry of beauty, life conceive,
a choice of words, like winds that grieve,
Unveiling truth, a heart’s reprieve.
:: 07.27.2023 ::
Poet’s Notes:
(This is the teacher’s note to explain this poem)
“Vowels of Life’s Tapestry” – An Analysis
In “Vowels of Life’s Tapestry,” the poet crafts a symphony of linguistic and sensory imagery, invoking the reader to traverse the woven intricacies of life and emotion through the prism of vowels. Each vowel becomes a brushstroke on the canvas of existence, an element of meaning that transcends its phonetic role to become an embodiment of experience. This poem carries an air of profound reflection and insight, a hallmark of a poet.
The opening lines, “A black and silent ‘A’ I’ve found, / Velvet-clad, a swarm profound,” immediately capture attention through the juxtaposition of imagery: the blackness and silence of the letter “A” is paired with the tactile and auditory sense of “velvet-clad” and “swarm.” This hints at the duality of life, where the seemingly silent and inert holds depth and complexity beneath the surface.
The imagery continues to evolve as the poet traverses through each vowel. The “E” is described as “mist and candid air,” evoking a sense of transparency and possibility. The mention of “glaciers white” and “shivers of parsley” conveys both strength and fragility, creating an atmosphere of audacious challenge.
“I” is portrayed with vivid emotions – “purples, crimson hue,” “bloody salivas,” and “lonely smiles” offer a vivid panorama of the human experience, ranging from passion to sorrow. The poet masterfully weaves the dichotomy of “penitence or anger,” underscoring the complexity of emotions that the vowel encapsulates.
The letter “U” is associated with “waves of greenish hue,” summoning visions of renewal and serenity. “Pastoral peace and cattle’s coo” reinforce a sense of idyllic harmony, but the mention of “furrowed brows” and “alchemy’s cue” hints at the alchemical nature of transformation and the deeper layers of existence.
The climactic vowel, “O,” is painted as a “clarion call divine,” eliciting an aura of sacred resonance. The interplay of “strange stridencies” and “Worlds and Angels therein shine” invokes a cosmic connection, as if the vowel itself is a portal to higher understanding. The image of “Violet ray, her Eyes align” merges the celestial and earthly, illuminating the connection between the macrocosm and microcosm.
As the poem concludes, the vowels are hailed as creators of “a tapestry of beauty.” The weaving of vowels, like winds that “grieve,” is reminiscent of both the fragility and resilience of existence. Their power to “unveil truth” and grant “a heart’s reprieve” reinforces their role as conduits of meaning and wisdom.
In conclusion, “Vowels of Life’s Tapestry” is a masterful composition that marries linguistic elements with profound insights. The imagery and associations tied to each vowel are laden with metaphorical significance, revealing layers of emotion, experience, and the interconnectedness of all things. Through this piece, the poet beckons readers to explore the profound meanings lurking within the seemingly mundane components of language, and in doing so, illuminate the profound truths that underpin human existence.
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