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THE SUN KNEW

Sun knew, its golden gaze
Witnessed our flight, our mortal blaze
We soared upon its fervent rays
And danced amidst the warmth it lays.

Yet in fiery expanse, we fell
On winds of summer, where echoes dwell
As life surrendered, we bid farewell
To earthly bounds, to earthly spell.

From parted streams of breath we formed
A tapestry of souls, forever warmed
By memories shared, by love adorned
Ghosts of the past, in sunlight stormed.

Beneath the twilight’s shimmering hue,
A bridge emerges, steadfast and true.
Connecting realms of old and new,
A passage where dreams can once more ensue.

The Sun, the ancient sentinel
It saw our flight, our fate foretell
In its celestial realm, it could tell
The secrets hidden within its cell

For Sun is more than mere daylight’s gleam
It holds the essence of each dream
It weaves the threads of life’s grand scheme
And in its radiance, we find our esteem

So let us honor the Sun’s embrace
In its eternal light, we find solace and grace
For it knows the journeys that we trace
And in its wisdom, we find our place.

:: 07.12.2023 ::


THE ART OF CHOKE AND SURREAL LANDSCAPES

Ah! Boundless marsupials, shimmering embellishments, effervescent cocoa libations!

Thou art verily resplendent! Gleaming gems, resounding melodies, enchanting confections, palliative panaceas! Behold, the subjects long discussed in lofty discourse yet, they persist in rendering poetry a revelation!

These phenomena coexist within our quotidian existence, even amidst shores of conflict and funeral pyres. Verily, they possess significance. Their fortitude rivals that of stones.

Unfathomable echoes of celestial bounders, kaleidoscopic auroras that dance in tenebrous dreamscapes!

Transcendent realms where laughter twirls like cosmic embers, and time dissolves in a symphony of quivering hues.

Within this ethereal tapestry, kangaroos morph into stardust messengers, their pouches bursting with secrets untold.

Sequins morph into constellations, adorning the night sky with shimmering splendor, igniting celestial rhapsodies.

Oh, the nectar of cacao elixirs, flowing through veins like molten moonbeams, stirring senses and unearthing dormant desires.

In this surrealist ballad, chocolate sodas become elixirs of transcendence, each sip an eldritch alchemy that unlocks realms unseen.

Pearls, luminous orbs birthed from the depths of mysterious abysses, embody the wisdom of forgotten epochs, whispered by oceanic currents.

Harmonicas breathe melodies of eternal longing, their melancholic tunes an ode to the infinite longing of the soul.

Jujubes, saccharine enigmas, dissolve upon tongues, revealing fragments of enigmatic dreams, ephemeral moments captured in saccharine sweetness.

And aspirins, divine panaceas, alleviate not only corporeal afflictions but also the existential ache that plagues the spirit.

:: 07.12.2023 ::

Lo! These apparitions, these enigmatic fragments, are not mere ephemeral trifles but pillars of profound import.
They stand unwavering, stalwart as celestial stones, defying the tempests of existence, embodying the enigma of being.
Each verse weaves them into the tapestry of existence, unveiling their hidden meaning, turning the mundane into the miraculous.

Thus, oh seeker of the surreal, embrace these ethereal wonders, for they transcend the confines of mundanity.
Let them illuminate your path, casting cosmic radiance upon the banality of the everyday,
For within their enigmatic essence lies the boundless beauty of a universe unseen, waiting to be explored with eyes unshackled.

In the cosmic ballet of existence, where reality blurs with the fantastical,
Oh, let us delve deeper into the enigmatic abyss, where kangaroos frolic among nebulae,
Sequins birth galaxies, and chocolate sodas become elixirs of cosmic revelation.

For in these surreal vistas, where pearls transcend oceans of comprehension,
Harmonicas serenade celestial symphonies, and jujubes whisper secrets of the multiverse,
Aspirins dissolve the boundaries of perception, unleashing the infinite potential of the mind.

Behold, these eternal enigmas, mighty as the stars, shall forever defy comprehension,
And with each verse penned, we transcend the ordinary, unraveling the profound,
For the essence of surrealism lies not in the bizarre, but in the boundless wonder it evokes.

So let us, with quill and imagination intertwined, craft our final ode,
To the kangaroos, sequins, and chocolate sodas, and the mysteries they hold,
In this surrealist symphony, where rocks become poetry, and the surreal becomes our truth.

:: 07.12.2023 ::


A HUNDRED POEMS XV (Sonnet)

Sweet faith, come to me like a gentle breeze,
As darkness seeps, my soul seeks release.
My weather vane, once adorned with petals bright,
Now empty and forlorn, weeps in the night.

I stare above my fears, toward the sky,
And glimpse a golden glow that catches my eye.
It rises, kissing horizons with its embrace,
This is my faith, my dear, a saving grace.

Like a shower of blessings, my vane fills,
With the power of light, it gently thrills.
To feed my weathered soul, worn and tired,
Faith ignites a spark, in me, it’s fired.

With faith, I find solace in life’s cruel art,
It mends the broken pieces within my heart.
Like a symphony’s melody, sweet and pure,
Faith’s song envelops me, a divine cure.

Through trials and tribulations, it will guide,
With unwavering belief, I’ll walk beside.
The path unknown, my steps may falter,
But faith will lift me up, never to alter.

In the darkest night, faith becomes my light,
Illuminating my path, dispelling the fright.
It whispers courage, when I’m filled with doubt,
And in its embrace, I find strength throughout.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re a beacon of hope,
When life’s storms rage, you help me to cope.
Like a lighthouse standing tall in the storm,
Faith leads me to safety, keeps me warm.

A steadfast companion, through thick and thin,
Faith holds my hand, reminding me I’ll win.
In the face of adversity, I shall rise,
For faith’s unwavering belief never dies.

In the garden of life, faith’s the seed,
That blossoms into love, fulfilling our need.
Like a mighty oak, it stands tall and strong,
Guiding me forward, when things go wrong.

Faith is the gentle whisper in my ear,
When despair creeps in, filling me with fear.
It tells me to keep going, to never give up,
For with faith as my guide, I’ll reach the mountaintop.

Oh, faith, you’re the melody in my soul,
When I’m lost, you guide me back to my goal.
With your presence, I’m never truly alone,
For in faith’s embrace, I find a home.

Through life’s trials, faith becomes my shield,
Protecting me from wounds that never healed.
It guards my heart, keeping it safe and sound,
With faith by my side, I am always found.

With faith as my compass, I navigate,
Through the stormy seas, I never hesitate.
For I know, faith will lead me to the shore,
Where tranquility awaits, forevermore.

Oh, faith, you’re the anchor amidst the tide,
When the waves crash, you’re the strength inside.
You steady my heart, amidst life’s raging storm,
With faith’s unwavering presence, I transform.
Faith’s gentle touch brings comfort to my soul,
When sorrow takes its toll, and I feel less whole.
It wraps me in its arms, like a warm embrace,
With faith as my guide, I find my rightful place.

In the realm of possibilities, faith expands,
Opening doors, with hope it commands.
For where there’s faith, there’s endless potential,
To soar to new heights, beyond the conventional.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re the whisper of dreams,
When all seems lost, you ignite hope’s gleam.
You remind me of miracles, both big and small,
With faith, I believe, I can conquer it all.

Through faith’s lens, I see beauty unfold,
In the simplest moments, I witness stories untold.
It paints the world with colors so bright,
Filling my days with pure delight.

Faith is the melody that lifts my spirit high,
In its harmonious notes, my troubles die.
With each verse, it heals wounds deep within,
Restoring my faith in life, helping me begin.

Oh, faith, you’re the fire that fuels my soul,
Burning with passion, making me whole.
You ignite a spark, a flame deep inside,
With faith by my side, I fearlessly stride.

With faith as my guide, I conquer my fears,
For it strengthens my resolve, wipes away tears.
In faith’s gentle embrace, I find my worth,
Knowing I’m loved, even on this earthly turf.

Faith is the compass, pointing me true,
When the world’s distractions vie for my view.
It helps me stay focused on what truly matters,
Guiding me through life’s twists and tatters.

Oh, sweet faith, you’re the anchor of my being,
In your presence, my spirit finds its freeing.
You ground me in truth, love, and grace,
With faith as my guide, I find my rightful place.

Through faith, I see the beauty all around,
In every sunrise, every sight and sound.
It opens my eyes to life’s wonders untold,
With faith, I embrace a love that’s bold.

Sweet faith, you’re the key to my heart’s delight,
With you by my side, I’ll forever take flight.
In your embrace, I find strength and peace,
Oh, sweet faith, may your love never cease.

:: 07.10.2023 ::


A GIRL WITH KALEIDOSCOPE EYES

WHEN i think of my precious mind
and i am just down there
just one more wine ~~ we’ve all
gone crazy ., in the small room sitting
and thinking, “Just one more drink”

rolling inside the head /that had
me almost tied\ like butterflies
flying away bye bye | i saw her
: alice running inside the Rabbit
Hole \ reality hypnotized almost
had me tied || i now realize
how the never showers of rain
like dirt dammit — i am sick
and tired of my head but someone
saved me______almost had me roped
and tied ~~~ and like butterflies

Because I could not stop for Death –
He kindly stopped for me –
The Carriage held but just Ourselves –

We ate marsh mellow pies and coughed
a lung and used it as an umbrilla

The deep immortal human wish,
the timeless will:

           Cinquez its deathless primaveral image,   
           life that transfigures many lives.

   Voyage through death
                                 to life upon these shores.

And the line at the theater was long so we rode off
finding silver roads and lights within the skies

And Gluck said:

It is not the moon, I tell you.
It is these flowers
lighting the yard.

I hate them.
I hate them as I hate sex,
the man’s mouth
sealing my mouth, the man’s
paralyzing body—

and the cry that always escapes,
the low, humiliating
premise of union—

And lucy sings her song in the skies

:: 07.07.2023 ::


DOCTOR BEAKY OF ROME

AT the scene of suicide
plague doctor of Marseilles
stopped by with two small
nose holes in a mask;
a respirator containing
aromatic items — beak
holding dried flowers

Blessed is me
while i am a beak of terror
keeping away evil smells

All according to miasma theory
all my costume kills
before the children wail
so i am the plague doctor
of Marseilles aka ‘Dr
Beaky of Rome’
Follow me into the Sun

So follow me as One
such absurdity is life
to be born without a gun

i am the wounded One
you are the victim
the victim of life and love

:: 06-01-2016 ::

Poet’s Notes:

“Doctor Beaky of Rome” explores the theme of mortality and the role of a plague doctor in the context of the Marseilles plague.

The poem opens with a vivid scene of suicide, drawing attention to the dark and morbid atmosphere.

The presence of the plague doctor, characterized by the two small nose holes in the mask and a beak holding dried flowers, highlights the doctor’s role in combating the plague and protecting against harmful odors.

The phrase “Blessed is me” suggests that the plague doctor finds a sense of purpose and fulfillment in his terrifying task of warding off evil smells and the threat of disease. The reference to the miasma theory reflects the prevailing belief at the time that diseases were caused by noxious odors or “miasmas.” The doctor’s costume is seen as a form of protection that inadvertently contributes to the deaths it seeks to prevent.

The line “before the children wail” implies that the doctor’s presence and actions may cause distress and fear among those he aims to save. Despite this, he continues his duty as the plague doctor, earning the nickname “Dr Beaky of Rome” for his association with the city. The phrase “Follow me into the Sun” could be interpreted as an invitation to face the harsh reality of life, even in the face of suffering and death.

The subsequent stanza introduces a shift in perspective, urging readers to embrace life’s absurdities and contradictions. The phrase “such absurdity is life” suggests that the inherent contradictions and unpredictability of life are inevitable and must be accepted. The line “to be born without a gun” metaphorically conveys the idea that life itself is inherently vulnerable and fragile.


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In moonlight’s tender hold, my demons dwell, Where voided thoughts find solace and reprieve. Each breath awakens the ocean’s ebb and swell, While purpose resounds, my soul begins to believe.

Within my core, the mist dissolves with grace, And thoughts unfurl beneath a healed cocoon. From distant realms, memories gently trace, Reason’s beacon shines within Genius’s boon.

Thou stirred me, tears cascaded with delight, I found my way amid the depths of lost. Could it be true? Such sweet awareness alights, Long yearned, selfishness paid its final cost.

Though sunlit grace eludes, a distant gleam, Your visage lingers, treasured in my sight. Flesh’s deceit, emotions’ tender stream, Chemicals and thoughts ignite with might.

A solemn truth embraced, its flame burns bright, Life’s delicate waltz, in fragility’s hold. Solace sought in both shadows and light, Chance’s tapestry woven, gracefully untold.


ENDLESS ALCHEMY OF LOVE

A boundless bounty mine, as the sea so wide,
A love, profound and deep, shall e’er reside.
The more I give to thee, our spirits entwined,
The more I gain, for both are endless, aligned.

Has my heart ever loved? Reject, oh, my eyes!
For true beauty’s unveiled beneath twilight skies.
Love, a smoke ascending from sorrow’s lament,
Purged, it kindles fire in lovers, fervent.
In vexation, a sea, nourished by tender tears,
But what else does it hold? A discreet madness appears,
A gall that chokes, yet preserves with gentle sway,
A sweet elixir, guarding affection’s display.

Love, weighty and light, radiant and dim,
A paradox unfolding, within and on the rim,
Hot and cold, unwell, yet brimming with health,
Slumbering and vigilant, embracing all stealth.
It encompasses everything, yet never quite it seems,
Love, the enigma of life, within all dreams!

:: 06.29.2023 ::


GOLDEN BUMBLE BEE

In that realm unnamed, soar they high,
Birds, hours, the bumble-bee pass by.
No elegy shall mourn their flight,
For they defy the grasp of night.

In that realm unseen, some things abide,
Grief, hills, eternity reside.

Yet their presence doesn’t concern my plight,
Their weighty existence veiled from sight.

And there exist those who rest and ascend,
Can I unravel skies that transcend?

The answer eludes, a puzzle complete,
In silence, the riddle lies, discreet.

:: 06.202.2023 ::


SLAVES TO ANNIHILATION

INSIDE the mind resides unwritten, unsung unworldly laws

—the dust meets the dirt the flesh releasing blood ;

a propensity of the circle called Life.

how we try and kill it all away only to remember
everything said, seen, felt and done has universal
purpose.

Oh sweet One how everyone climbs the walls

reaching for it all only to find it mud then we slide down.

We wear a crown of imprisoned madness
as most to never again feel a thing.

and we never break away because we’re alone

Each month, season, decade, century

we remove all that empire we call

humanity.

Once a ghost now hallucinations are more alive.

That we dreamt everywhere now just slaves

to annihilation.

:: 03.16.2022 ::

Poet’s Notes:

The opening line creates a space of introspection, suggesting that our mind is a place of “unwritten, unsung unworldly laws.” This could be interpreted as our innate sense of morality or the unspoken rules and norms that govern our thinking and behavior.

The line “the dust meets the dirt the flesh releasing blood” can be seen as a symbol of mortality and the inevitability of death, a theme which is often present in existentialist literature. The fact that the dust meets the dirt may reflect the biblical sentiment of ‘from dust we are, to dust we will return’, while the flesh releasing blood could be an image of sacrifice or struggle.

The following phrase “a propensity of the circle called Life” depicts life as a cycle, underlining its repetitive and inevitable nature. The use of the word ‘propensity’ implies an inclination or natural tendency towards this cycle.

The next stanza evokes an image of desperate striving and futile attempts to escape the harsh realities of life. The imagery of people “climbing the walls” only to find “mud” and “slide down” speaks to human ambition and the often disappointing outcome of our efforts. This can be a critique of materialism and the relentless pursuit of success in modern society.

The phrase “We wear a crown of imprisoned madness” is a striking metaphor for the human condition. It suggests a royal burden of insanity, possibly due to the pressures and absurdities of life that we’re forced to bear.

The passage “Each month, season, decade, century / we remove all that empire we call / humanity” implies that over time, we are slowly stripping away our humanity. This may refer to the loss of values, empathy, or our connection to each other and the world around us.

In the line “Once a ghost now hallucinations are more alive,” the transformation of a ghost into a hallucination could symbolize how our fears and worries, initially intangible, can grow to dominate our perception of reality.

The closing phrase “That we dreamt everywhere now just slaves to annihilation” concludes the poem with a sense of fatalism. The word ‘dreamt’ hints at past aspirations and hopes, now reduced to servitude to ‘annihilation’, which could be a metaphor for death, oblivion, or the destructive tendencies of mankind.

Overall, the poem conveys a bleak yet introspective view of human existence, filled with struggle, disillusionment, and existential angst, provoking the reader to consider the cyclical nature of life, the pressures of society, and our own mortality.


In Name Called Love

From celestial realms, I descend in glory,
Apollo, the radiant, I weave this story.
With words that burn and verses that blaze,
I shall compose the greatest poem that amazes.

In golden chariot, across heavens I ride,
A fiery muse ignites my heart’s pride.
With boundless ardor and artistic might,
I’ll sculpt a masterpiece with words so bright.

Oh, muse of epic tales and lofty dreams,
Grant me the power to soar in heavenly streams.
Let the heavens tremble and earth be still,
As my words, like arrows, strike with skill.

I’ll paint the skies with hues of cosmic art,
Unveiling secrets of the human heart.
In every line, emotions shall dance,
The tapestry of life, I shall enhance.

I’ll sing of love, both gentle and fierce,
Of whispered promises and passions that pierce.
Through longing sighs and tender embraces,
I’ll capture the essence of divine graces.

The wonders of nature, I’ll eloquently unfold,
Mountains majestic, and rivers untold.
From dawn’s first light to twilight’s embrace,
The beauty of creation, I’ll forever chase.

I’ll traverse the realms of myth and lore,
Unraveling mysteries like never before.
Heroes will rise, their valor untamed,
Their names forever engraved, never to be maimed.

From the depths of sorrow to the zenith of glee,
My verses shall flow like the mighty sea.
Through life’s triumphs and sorrows that wail,
I’ll breathe solace into every despairing tale.

Oh, Apollo, God of the lyrical verse,
In this grand ode, let all beings immerse.
May my words ignite a celestial fire,
And inspire generations with divine desire.

So, let the words cascade like a heavenly choir,
In this symphony of beauty, I’ll never tire.
For I, Apollo, the god of inspired art,
Shall etch this poem upon the human heart.

With unwavering spirit and limitless reign,
I gift the world my greatest poem, unchained.

:: 06.03.2023 ::