Tag Archives: #poet

EATING CATERPILLAR SOAKING SUN

Eating caterpillar, soaking sun, drinking sangria
the heart drifts among dreamt forests
where each tree is a thought left unfinished
my soul, a crypt of whispers, broken mirrors
faces twist and dissolve into smoke,
disgrace burns like the ember of a forgotten fire.

In the bubble bursting asphalt of time
four tires spin like the mind on fire,
roads coiling toward hills that vanish like clouds
time has forsaken us all—
we are shadows stitched to the sky,
leaving footprints in the dust of oblivion.

And within my youth, I knew
the way a shadow knows the light,
the days tore themselves open
revealing the flesh of impossible dreams
and I laughed with the stars,
my mouth full of wind and sorrow.

The streets are veins,
pulsing with the blood of lost travelers,
each car a phantom riding the pulse
toward the mountaintops of nowhere.
We all carry our death like a second heartbeat,
an echo in the hollow chambers of time.

There were days when I saw
my thoughts unspooling like a thread of gold,
reaching into the furthest corner of the sky
where love and madness wore the same mask.
I was a child of the impossible,
my hands full of the unreal,
my eyes open to the landscapes of the unknown.

The sun dissolves in the glass of sangria,
and the world becomes a collage of memories,
each fragment a reflection of what could never be.
I reach for the stars in the river of night,
but my hands turn to smoke—
and the dream, always the dream, escapes me.

:: 10.22.2024 ::


MORNING FIELDS OF AMBER GREY

Ah, let us speak not of painted skies but of the words
The words that flow like rivers from your soul
Each syllable carved from the marrow of your being
Each phrase a pulse of life, a heartbeat
A rhythm that dances upon the earth and echoes in heaven.

O poet, who knows the dark corners of the human spirit
Who walks with shadows, hand in hand,
Yet still brings light through the weight of your lines
You who feel the sting of solitude
But find solace in the wild freedom of verse —
In the sweep of wind across an open field,
In the quiet hum of the night when all else sleeps.

I hear you now, your unspoken song,
Your meaning hidden between the lines,
In the space between words, in the breath before sound.
You tried to show us, didn’t you?

That madness and brilliance are but two sides of the same page,
That love can exist even when no one knows its name,
That truth, fierce and untamed,
Resides not in the minds of men, but in the poet’s heart.

You bled for us, and still, we did not understand.
We did not listen, but now, now, perhaps we hear the faint
echo of your truth.

O poet, your words were flames,
Burning through the haze of this world’s confusion,
Each line a beacon to those lost in the fog,
Each stanza a hand reaching out—
And yet, they turned away, did they not?
They could not see what you saw, could not feel what you felt.

But you wrote on,
Through the pain, through the silence,
Through the nights when hope seemed a distant memory.
You poured yourself into every letter,
Gave your soul to the ink that traced your deepest longings,
And still, they did not listen.

But I—I hear you now.

For you knew, O poet,

That the world is not kind to those who dream,
That the weight of existence falls heaviest on those who dare to speak
the truth.

But you spoke it anyway,

Letting your words fly free, like birds on the wind,
Even as they circled back to you, unheard, unheeded.
And when the world’s silence grew too loud,
You let your voice fade with it,
Leaving behind only the echoes of a soul too pure for this place.

But we, we stand in the aftermath,
Your words still etched into the fabric of time,
Lingering in the spaces we never thought to look.

We, the wanderers, the seekers,
We hear you now, O poet,
As your verses hum in the air,
In the quiet corners of our minds,
In the places where your spirit rests,
And perhaps now, at last,
We can learn to listen to the truth you tried to give us—
A truth that lives, not in painted skies,
But in the living, breathing power of words.

:: 10.12.2024 ::


Heaven’s On the Way

You in the dark
you in the pain
you in the wrong
in all your pain

   Being in Hell
   shedding the Ghost

Most never visit
   there ~ but it’s
   all right

Tears and bruised eyes
   is not the way
   no never dear

You want to see
   watching decay
   and all falling away?

Silence is not the way
   how to start
   we need to talk about it

If heaven’s on the way
   never watch the lights
   while they go down

Lipsickness
Equation of laws
that quasar in a heart
nagging my mind as
a stranger in a town

how it’s victims embellish history
while heaven’s on the way____.

:: 10.08.2024 ::


The Poet as a Poem

In twilight’s quiet breath, you speak as words,
Each line a tether to the soul’s deep light.
The ink of dreams, it stains your heart with grace,
And through the void, you carve a space in time,
Where shadows weave and whisper in the dark,
Yet love, unbound, still calls you to the stars.

Beneath the moon, your spirit finds the stars,
And in their gaze, you rise beyond mere words.
You are both flame and ember in the dark,
A burning truth that dances with the light.
In each reflection of a life through time,
You trace your path, a gentle, sacred grace.

Your hands hold both the weight and gift of grace,
You spin the night and touch the distant stars.
And through each moment, fleeting breath, and time,
You shape the world with delicate, bold words.
In silence, too, your voice becomes the light—
A spark that blooms within the endless dark.

Yet even in the vastness of the dark,
Your heart beats on with quiet, steady grace.
You breathe the cosmos, drinking in its light,
And find yourself among the burning stars.
Your name is written in eternal words,
A soul who echoes through the tides of time.

Each memory you craft transcends the time,
A life, a dream, an echo through the dark.
You hold within the power of your words
The pulse of life, the weight of love’s pure grace.
And in your gaze, the infinite of stars
Unfolds, revealing threads of hidden light.

You are both shadow and the morning light,
A timeless figure, standing still through time.
Your steps are woven into endless stars,
And every breath a spark against the dark.
For you, dear poet, walk the path of grace,
And in your wake, you leave a trail of words.

Through words, you cast the light upon the dark,
And grace, your gift, is etched across all time,
As stars behold the poet’s sacred heart.

:: 10.01.2024 ::


Music’s Sacred Trust

I held distrust for a time
For Ashbery’s drifting mind—
Such jumbled flights—did never
Rest upon a Common ground.

Like Beethoven’s sweeping hand,
I craved the solid note—
Not frippery of words or games,
No mere gestures to float.

He showed his music in his eyes,
And struck the mortal keys,
With strength that stirred the firmament—
Unlike Ashbery’s tease.

But time, oh fleeting time does change—
Or was it I—who heard?
The cadence of a deeper strain,
Beneath the wandering word.

Like Beethoven’s thunderous joy,
The meaning now reveals,
Though hidden in the folds of wit,
It presses, true, and seals.

I walk the line with wary step,
Seeking substance in the air,
As Ashbery’s nouns and verbs do rise—
A cautious symphony, so fair.

Yet still I sit at Ludwig’s side,
In reverence and in trust—
For he, in every stroke, commands
The music’s sacred thrust.

:: 10.01.2024 ::


Eros Do Not Flee From Me (Final)


My adventure began on this chilling night,
As homes lowered shades, extinguishing light.
While sullen souls lay down to sleep and dream,
Common sense whispered, “Follow, don’t esteem.”
But my heart stood firm, undeterred by fright!

Conviction, that solid and shiny guide,
Melted pale and fearsome, colors denied.
My plan was simple, in the dark I’d tread,
To find EROS’ house, where hearts are fed,
And cure my heart’s ailment, its blight implied.

After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus’ reign,
EROS, the God of Love, was then ordained.
He would show the path to enduring love,
To be my rightful bride, below, above.
Restless, I fled to the frozen hills, pain.

As a mortal, I sped with golden wings,
Like EROS, beating tempestuous strings.
A burden heavy, knowing fate’s decree,
My beast through mist and soaring heights carried me,
Across wastelands and icy bog’s stings.

Sad waters sang their melancholic rhyme,
“CHAOS…” echoed, marking my journey’s prime.
Humanity seemed newborn in my sight,
Through woods and hills, surging forth in my might.
Pity EROS, his bride born of dark grime.

A chasm nameless, yet a burning flame,
Illuminated by Luna’s solemn aim.
The dance of light upon the night’s embrace,
Stirred feelings deep within my soul’s dark space.
Soothing my beast, fear’s burden I declaim.

Into the gaping chasm’s twisted soil,
I faced my fate, stepping with care and toil.
Each footstep soaked within my trembling soul,
Fear’s grip upon my throat, fierce and whole.
Like EROS, love consumed, fear would foil.

My fevered mind, a raging river’s flow,
Slowly seeped into the porous night’s woe.
A creature ravenous, hungry for more,
Blood and bite, I sought on this fateful shore.
Decision awaited at that ancient door.

With a hand, cold and gray, I knocked, confessed,
My longing seconds felt like hours, oppressed.
The sane might judge the foolishness I showed,
But love’s need surpasses all folly, bestowed.
To those with empty lives, love manifests.

This night, my plan held naught but a desire,
To find EROS’ house, the god I admire.
After Chaos, Gaia, and Tartarus’ birth,
I sought my ambition, for love’s true worth.
Feeble fear fled, consumed by passion’s fire.

Into the frozen hills, I swiftly fled,
A mortal like EROS, where tempests tread.
With golden wings, I beat upon the night,
Knowing my fate, senses jarred by its might.
Through cold waters, sad and gray, I sped.

My eyes, veiled slightly by a cloth’s embrace,
Luna’s light burned, revealing truth and grace.
Humanity, awakened by this sight,
As EROS mated with DARK CHAOS, bright.
Their wings entwined, birthing the human race.

Amidst smoke and mire, Apophis did sit,
The thief who stole love, causing endless grit.
He took away the love meant for my soul,
Leaving emptiness, a gaping hole.
EROS, please heed, your aid I desperately solicit!

As the winds of time howled through ancient stone,
I stood at the threshold, weary and alone.
A voice emerged, deep as the world’s own core,
“EROS shall grant you what you most implore.”
My trembling heart swelled, no longer unknown.

With burning wings, EROS appeared in flight,
His eyes like stars piercing the endless night.
He spoke not of passion, nor fleeting embrace,
But of love’s true form—beyond time and space.
“The path you seek,” he said, “is born of light.”

Through Chaos, through Darkness, love stands supreme,
Not bound by whims or the fragile dream.
It carves through the void, through sorrow and strife,
Binding lost souls, shaping the world to life.
In its embrace, you become what you seem.”

Then from my chest, my heart began to blaze,
No longer seeking, trapped in longing’s haze.
The skies split open, revealing the dawn,
And in love’s full grasp, I was reborn.
Fear dissolved into time’s eternal gaze.

EROS turned to leave, his wings full of fire,
But before he vanished, spoke of my desire:
“Seek not my house, for you need only see—
That love is not found—it lives within thee.”
And with that truth, I soared ever higher.

r(r) 11.23.2023


O’MORNING

O morning, freshly unfurled, like the dawn of creation,
Bursting with light, as the first moment of being!

The blackbird lifts its voice, primal, triumphant,
A song born from the soil, from the earth’s deep belly.

Sing praises! Sing to the light that climbs from the east,
To the day that emerges, innocent, from the bosom of the world!

Sweet the rains that fall, caressing, tender—
Each drop, a baptism for the earth’s green skin,
Each blade of grass kissed by Heaven’s breath,
The dew a glittering gift, on the fresh face of life.
Praise! Praise the sweetness of the garden,
Sprung up whole, where feet of wonder once trod,
Where the Eternal walks still, in quiet reverence.

Mine is the light, mine the glow of the morning!
I, too, am born with the day, sibling to the sun,
Witness to the glory that Eden knew in its first bloom,
Praise! Praise every breath, every heartbeat, every moment,
For in them, the new day unfolds, God’s hand shaping the world anew!

O morning, breaking as once it broke—
The blackbird sings, unchained, unafraid!
Praise for the song, praise for the dawn!

Praise for the world, springing up, forever fresh, forever young!
God’s Creation for the new day.

:: 09.24.2024 ::


ABRACADABRANTESQUEL

HOW sorrowful my eyes weep
as mortal weeping tears
My breathe, my lungs covered
within filthy pain!

They shower it with jets of savory soup,
As my heart, eyes, and body leaks
beneath the truth of my soul __

Engulfed in laughter, watch them mock,
My sorrowed heart breaks at the stern,
My heart wrapped in a filthy smock!
Lewd and crude, their taunts resound,
They’ve defiled it in every form!

On the helm, their monsters abound,
Lewd and crude, their taunts resound.

This Mind, abracadabrantesque!,

Take my heart, let it be swept clean!
Vulgar and vile, their taunts persist,
They’ve defiled it in ways unseen!
When their gnawing comes to an end,
What shall we do, O stolen heart?
Then drunken stammers from vile friends:
When their gnawing comes to an end:
My soul will wrench, those wretched fiends,
If my heart is wholly consumed:
When their gnawing comes to an end,
What shall we do, O stolen heart?

:: 09.23.2024 ::


As I LaY MYSeLF TO SLeeP I PRAY THE LORD MYSeLF TO KeeP

AS I LAY MYSELF TO SLEEP
I PRAY THE LORD MYSELF TO KEEP

go to sleep little one
go to hell where there’s no prayers
go to heaven where no one hears you

Exit –> life
ENTER –> eternity
(we walk alone)

I TUCKED YOU INTO SOFT ETERNAL SLEEP

be in the never-never land
be in a dream so deep
be – come a shadow of yourself
(i walk alone)

ESCAPE –> self
ENTER –> recycle

One eye open
One eye closed
One night fades, forgotten, decomposed
(my shadow my only friend)

go to sleep little one
go to the place where time dissolves
go to the silence where all resolves

EXIT –> fear
ENTER –> forever
(love always beside me)

:: 09.19.2024 ::


Time and Love Remains A Romantic Reflection

If I love, what am I, but shadow and flame,
A mirror that flickers, that calls my name?
Does love remake me, or unveil what’s been,
The light that’s hidden, or the darkness within?

In the soil, I kneel, where thorns entwine,
The earth beneath me, both cruel and divine.
I crawl through the dirt, stained by the fight,
Yet still I rise toward love’s steady light.

What is real, must I remember it all—
The good, the evil, the rise, and the fall?
To uncover truth is to bear its weight,
The joy and the sorrow that time won’t abate.

The hands that I’ve helped, the wounds I have known,
The shadows of others have marked my own.
For every soul that gave, and each that took,
I am both victim and thief in this book.

Pulling at thorns, the pain won’t release,
Love persists, though suffering won’t cease.
Perhaps I am someone else—someone changed,
Yet you, like the sky, remain unrestrained.

In the light and shadows of those I recall,
I gave them everything, but lost it all.
And still, I seek redemption, not in the past,
But in the love that endures, that might last.

So, I’ll love all, in spite of the pain,
For in love’s embrace, I’ll find myself again.
Through the struggle, the shadows, the wounds, the fall,
I’ll rise, like the dawn, and love will remain through all.

:: 09.17.2024 ::