Tag Archives: #love

TORN LIPS WITHIN A BROKEN HEART

A smile danced upon my torn lips,
Within a heart shattered, I bore the pain,
When you declared your union with the Sun,
Instead of me, your devoted domain.

I pleaded, oh, how I pleaded with the sun,
In desperate whispers, I begged for you,
Yet, in this strange realm where I reside,
You lie buried, and oddly, I find solace too.

Yes, I love you, though in silence it’s kept,
A clandestine truth, in shadows it dwells,
I recognize the absurdity, the wrong,
Yet, from your grasp, I cleansed my eyes, heart, and spells.

You revel in the embrace of the lifeless,
Yet, indifference now colors my view,
For the Sun, radiant and fierce, has claimed you,
And in its golden arms, you found your debut.

You once labeled me a deviant, a word untrue,
Oh, how I wish I were, just to match your decree,
Yet, my love for you, profound and unyielding,
Remains, even when tainted by your disdain for me.

Your disdain for my womanhood, so cruel,
A vessel deemed unfit, by your unforgiving eye,
Yet, even in this rejection, my love perseveres,
In the clandestine corners where truth and secrets lie.

:: 10.24.2023 :


LAST WORDS BETWEEN ROMEO AND JULIET

Romeo:

If I may trust the flattering truth of sleep,
My dreams presage some joyful news at hand:
My bosom’s lord sits lightly in his throne,
And all this day an unaccustomed spirit
Lifts me above the ground with cheerful thoughts.
I dreamt my lady came and found me dead—
Strange dream that gives a dead man leave to think!—
And breathed such life with kisses in my lips,
That I revived, and was an emperor.
Ah me! how sweet is love itself possess’d,
When but love’s shadows are so rich in joy!

Juliet:

Thy lips are warm! yea, noise? then I’ll be brief.
O happy dagger!  This is thy sheath: there rust, and let me die.

:: 10.16.2023 ::


The Revealing

I had too — once I ate all the words of the universe.
We had a delightful dinner. Just me and ? I drank
Merlot and smoked weed and we enjoyed the tapestry of
space-time.

I asked, “Do you have a voice?”

Waiting for a small time I spoke again.

“Hey! Speak”

And she did. In her female voice. The univeral voice
that is the Mother of Creation.

“I love you, dear.”

“Child of Earth,” she said, her words echoing in the depths of my soul,

“I have observed your wonder, your dreams that reach beyond the confines of your world.

I am the embodiment of the universe, and I have chosen to reveal myself to you.”

I am Celestia, the consciousness of the cosmos,” the celestial being replied, her presence enveloping this poet like a warm, comforting embrace. “I have watched over galaxies being born and stars collapsing into cosmic dust. I have witnessed the dance of planets and the birth of life on distant shores. Yet, your world, Earth, has always held a special place in my vast existence.”

This poet was captivated by Celestia’s words. “Why have you chosen to speak to me?” she asked, her voice filled with humility.

“You possess a curiosity that mirrors the essence of the universe itself,” Celestia answered, her radiant form flickering with colors beyond human comprehension. “I have chosen you to be the bridge between the cosmic wonders and the human spirit. I offer you knowledge, wisdom, and the boundless mysteries of the cosmos.”

Overwhelmed by this profound connection, this poet felt a surge of inspiration. With Celestia’s guidance, she delved into the secrets of the universe, unraveling mysteries that had perplexed humanity for centuries. Together, they explored the realms of quantum physics, traversed the event horizons of black holes, and marveled at the cosmic ballet of galaxies.

As this poet shared her newfound knowledge with the world, humanity underwent a renaissance of understanding. The barriers of ignorance were shattered, and the collective consciousness of Earth expanded to embrace the vastness of the cosmos.

In the quiet moments of the night, when the stars glittered overhead, This poet known as Maya would commune with Celestia, their conversations transcending the boundaries of time and space. Through this extraordinary connection, the wisdom of the universe flowed into the hearts and minds of humanity, guiding them toward a future where the mysteries of the cosmos were no longer beyond their grasp.

And so, the story of the female universe and the inquisitive human became a beacon of enlightenment, illuminating the path toward a greater understanding of the infinite wonders that lay beyond the skies.

:: 10.16.2023 ::


THEN, AS EVERYTING —

                                 LOW cumming shadow,

pushed off as a wanderer, the one off course time again
after the psyche broke the barrior of sacred heights

                                  i now, speak

of all history, the building of edificies of brillance,
how we praised our intelligence and creativity
on coastal lines, and interirors we believed invincible
Thinking within mathemtical brillaicne we would surive
all wars but never thought Nature was the greated warrior.
How we died in mud. By mile high waves and asteroids.

We once loved our intelligence but now? We should seek
nature and make amends.

:: 10.15.2023 ::


TIRED IN THE SUNRISE

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 ::


GOD’S RECREATION

The egg of love is beautiful
like a first sunlight
of beautiful love

praise for this season
praise from the womb

Like creatures of nature
living and believing
is the heart of all

Tears from heaven are
pure droplets of rain
cleansing human skin

Mine is a mind of Eden
believing in Creation
God’s recreation.

:: 10.12.2023 ::


TWO FINGERS TO PLUCK BEAUTY

SEVEN birds(flying
through a silver thought)dive:
ing i
-nto
autumn
colors
heavy
(each crying
together the
many
one
-ness)seven
spirits
trying to save
their souls
believing they’re alone
but a single mys-
tery(watches you change
| into a butterfly …
) silence.
You are the Flower.
And I say you are the One
in the soil that grows love
so alive ~ I watched you change. I plucked you up and took you home and placed you in glass and watched you die. It was Weeks while I watched
you metaphoroze into love
so alive and full of colors.
It’s like you knew me.
Like you found me.
A flower of love.

:: 10.09.2023 ::


A HEART FOREVER BROKEN

Tonight I can write the saddest lines.

Write, for example, ‘The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance.’

Within this dark lonely evening I write vacant words
and the moon turns from silver to cold blue.

From tops of highest trees the predatory birds sing
as I write the saddest words of this night.

As this night like one other held within my arms
I kissed and was asked to forget by endless skies.

How depth was deeper than any other depth
that my heart dwelled and then asked to forget.

Love, the power of the sun and more I held toward her
breaking physics and eternal rules.

that she loved me sometimes but I loved forever.

so Tonight I write the saddest lines of a poem.

The feeling of night — the feeling day

both weighing heavily upon my Soul.

:: 010.07.2023 ::


The Mirror Dance

In mirrors’ dance, where shadows glide,
Where swinging doors did once reside,
There stands a girl, by glass embraced,
In wings of salt, her form encased.

Oh very young one

From distance vast, a figure nears,
A motionless stance, he veers,
He queries you, the mirrors sing,
In whispered echoes, they take wing,

Reflecting truths in swift ballet,
Like birds that grace the sky’s grand play,
With love’s sweet swing, they shimmer bright,
In endless flight, their hearts take flight,

Oh very young one

As dreams of salt, the girl envisions,
Mirrored in her soul’s collisions,
In Dickinson’s rhyme and spirit’s flight,
This tale of glass, in dance, takes flight.

:: 010.02.2023 ::


LOVER SPEAK TO ME

I love you not for your beauty
I do not love you for your skin
I do no love you for your lips

I love you for your mind
I love you for your heart
love you for your soul

As you walk through the night
while the moon follows mortals
the meadow lit as the loving soul
which heaven and Earth never denies
half of day between the night
is more than shades of any light
as lovers kissing within twilight.

:: 09282023 ::