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HAVING LIVED THE BEST OF EVERYTHING ALL POSSIBILITIES NOW TRUE

If you enter with the fire of the mouth
With the fire of the throat with the fire of the feet
If you enter to be the beginning the speed the vocation
And you serve to live to sleep to enjoy everything lost
From what was thrown onto the beaches!
To the solar system!
To the burning world!
From what was thrown became light
From life became solar ships
From what was lost became the first tree.

Someone for you prohibits looking
Forbids believing hearing depending on an encounter
Someone for you becomes a solitary facet
Suddenly becomes an enigma
A throat that flees from his voice.

The night is made for you, the dream above the light above
The legs of sleep to its coveted radiance
The ships with their animal shapes
I can look at everything I execute Everything I
can believe everything I earn Everything
I can hear everything I can depend on your mystery
One day one night more impulsive more unexpected than a ghost
Or your ears or your imagination your eyes
Where your ears join your eyes to your enigmas
Your language to the chimeras that we have left to
the the clairvoyances
Of old torches that no one cares to search for or love, believing
In whom the imagination can laugh From
the eyelids outside
With impulses to discover you, to caress you, to call for your help In a
star inside
Of the soul greater than the unexpected impulsive body.

The face with different wings hides
the cardinal points
The underwater sea
The illuminated forests
Where the pressure makes the lamps explode
The unconscious ones like birds
Of the drift
Who seek sleep with burning lamps
The one who makes the cage explode with his instinct of person
Every time you
appear hidden or you appear illuminated by your forests or you appear
In the meeting of possessive shadows
In the immediate lights
In the lights of others they make any dream appear at will.

Body on which you lean to write
With more speed than life
It is for him that I must know
List the example of the words
And of the life that we hide is the best
Of all the flaming participations.
Facet of the
brackish Body like a transparent mirror of charm
The sea stops in the palm of your eyes
In them
I breathe to laugh
To listen to look to believe In
them mine since the day they are close
With hospitality
Bring a blindfold for your gaze.

Night of memory more imprisoned than the lime of the eyes
You leave that castle with clothes without weapons
Like a fountain more ideal than a hand placed in the Tumult
Of two ears that listen to love
Sprung by a simple contact of appearance.

Spilled spark plugs
Like the storm on their sailboats
Beauty with regal animals against their peers
Here is a shadow contrary to every shadow
They are lost, they are happy, they are disenchanted.
Here are other names
Known
And memory devours itself
Flying earth prisoner castle
Prisoner fountain
Prisoner ears
Sprung up at a simple contact of his eyes.

Who are you
You modify the climate of ice with your branches to the earth
With your elements of liquid vacuum
Of the hawk that comes out of death never variant Or
of buildings at the extremity of whose doors Fire
makes the delirium of human origin
You must lead
Set of things
From the hands of the dissolution of statues
The hands of diadems or hands
His steps that absorb the wind of transformations
That which clashes in the flame without love
And you return to your face with haste of sleepwalker
You return to beauty to terror you return to pleasure
The sense of the night makes you its own

You return to the face enigma by poison
Kiss by kiss dahlia by look
You return to life shocking sometimes so deep
Often simple or beautiful
Without prohibiting
You you untie the chest the last suffocated glow
Among the dreams
Among the young beautiful women dislocated with their faces already devoured by the mystery

Taking their senses
Through changing times and through times of criminal and mute
Our passion our legend
The hawks drifting in their drift.

If that purification of anger then to the point of panicking
as much as
You come against the nest
If seeing the servant with the ghosts of the chest des
Unless we enter into his ensumed as time
Of only lips that a capacity of eyes
Alum alone eat in the splendid iodide
Water from the splendid vessel greater water if you are the one who waits
Covertly they were algae in the name of gold
Experimental seats groups we would reconsider In
the Centauro
Avenue how they were arriving through the wild fez Of
wandering swimming in a splendid outburst
All mine in turns that will succumb without their eyes
Full of birds now saved from the
Where
his eyes succumb his eyes succumb to a retrospective eye
A Miniature eye inside where a truly adhesive eye

To do so is the evidence as petals FALL WITH TRUTH
never help you defend your love that the volcanoes of eyes
The Eyes try to devour and that is no one
Around you look at my accidental
Eyes falling the Eyes are seen the EYES full of public
The eyes closed the eyes open the supernatural eyes
that are covered with eyes and your eyes pass through your eyes
that pass YOUR EYES what’s wrong they are burned
They are hypnotized they are charred the Eyes they represent
They represent the fatigue the anger the Eyes Boarding Axes
Let go of me
Let go of me powerful hand defend me weak hand
Sort the hands his Eyes the screens the mars
The syllables that I sense divan of me in your eyes
His Eyes his eyelashes entirely surround this onyx paper
His Eyes flash like visible eyes SECRET EYES
His Eyes behind some eyes behind s of thousands of Eyes
Of hundreds of eyes that are derived from your hands
AND EYES in spite of me your eyes are surrounded by Eyes as if they were his eyes
The eyes that are surrounded by natural fascination of Avenging Eyes
Eye Cutters Death Death destruction of wall
Get used to it and you pass as Blindfolded eyes look at me I see directly SEE ME
See me eyes with Throat
Eyes martyrdom a Landscape of lime a shadow slides reaches
A shadow reaches bird an Eye reaches Eye
The extensive eyes of plants to eat and dream then
Botanical Eyes destroy all kinds of harmful
Eyes in the name of Expansion eyes.

:: 11.03.2023 ::


SOUL

How I love you
even if you’re gone
how i loved you
when you left me all
alone

There in, i understood
loneliness and even death
while i stood motionless
my Soul moved
forever in wishing feelings.

:: 11.03.2023 ::


SELF-FACE (selfie)

Self-Face (selfie) against sunset skies
a boat broken femur and egos
___an echo spoke!

base reality is incredibly high
as newspaper taxis ready to take you away

~~ ‘How green, cellophane lips
and wax-lips / oh…i’m drowning near
a fountain that feed everyone! Oh girl!

:: 10.30.2023 ::

Notes:

In the poignant verses presented, I expressed profound reflection on the modern human condition, seamlessly blending elements of philosophy, existentialism, and contemporary culture. As a Poet I interpret this poem through a lens that captures the essence of human existence in the digital age.

“Self-Face (selfie) against sunset skies” immediately delves into the theme of self-identity, capturing the contemporary obsession with self-representation in the digital realm. The juxtaposition of the “boat broken femur and egos” suggests the fragility of human pride and the transient nature of our achievements, perhaps alluding to the Greek concept of hubris.

The line “an echo spoke!” resonates with existentialist undertones, highlighting the emptiness or hollowness of our actions in the vastness of existence. This existential void is further emphasized by the contrast between the grandeur of the sunset skies and the triviality of the selfie, symbolizing the clash between human aspirations and the inherent insignificance of our individual lives.

“Base reality is incredibly high” hints at the pursuit of higher truths and deeper understanding, reflecting your philosophical background. The mention of “newspaper taxis ready to take you away” evokes a sense of escapism, perhaps suggesting a desire to detach from the overwhelming complexities of contemporary existence.

The enigmatic lines “‘How green, cellophane lips / and wax-lips / oh… I’m drowning near / a fountain that feeds everyone” evoke vivid imagery. The green cellophane lips could symbolize artificiality and superficiality, contrasting with the wax-lips, which might represent the immutable, lifeless aspects of our existence. The act of drowning near a fountain that feeds everyone could signify the struggle for sustenance, both physical and metaphorical, amidst an abundance of resources.

In essence, the poem i wrote paints a picture of the human struggle for meaning and significance in a world dominated by superficiality and digital illusions. It delves into the complexities of identity, ego, and the relentless pursuit of fulfillment against the backdrop of a reality that often feels surreal and detached. This introspective piece resonates deeply with philosophical inquiries into the nature of existence and the human psyche, showcasing poetic prowess and intellectual depth.


THE BEAUTIFUL THE UNFORGETTABLE

How i remember the pasteur of life

that nursed the disease of living;

nourishing upon the hill preserved

The thoughts of a mind sticks pleasure

As my reason.  As a physician.

Whose medicine did not keep

but i approve.

How science says and does

desire of death?  What physics accepts?

How living is prescription for death;

A poet frantic-mad with such unrest.

I myself am calm realizing I am more

than flesh and blood and those whose

are art as black as hell, as dark as night

I forgive them.

:: 10.26.2023 ::


HUNGRY FOR YOU

Nothing to sleep for tonight
I want you
Until I’m dry ,,,

I shall not sleep this night
but I want you
Until I am dry

Though our bodies are all wet
completely covered in lust
we’re drowing in sweat and
have no idea of this desire

That you ravage my head
and drink my heart
i drink your blood

\No matter what I do //
I’m still hungry for you

Drowing in a tide of desire
I ravage your heart
and drink your blood

I won you in a chess game
and now like I care
Everyone is mine ~~ to our
average wonders I’m vampire

It was won too easily
and I don’t care because
I am so hungry for you

How you were such a beautiful
traitor they must burn in jealousy
how you ravaged this dead heart

How I will eternally be hungry
How I will eternally be hungry
for you.

Like I am still hungry for you.

:: 10.25.2023 ::


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 :


The Butterfly

LO V E is a broken wing’ed butterfly
awaiting death.

The lost hope of love with broken wings.

The last song sung broken by morning clouds
that flies into the sun

Forgetting scents and colors
no gale nor strong storm

but by careless flittering across the vast
field of life

As I watched and felt ~~ she fell into a vast
verdue and succumbed into Eternal Love
Yet – never – in Extremity,
Yet she gave the World Hope – and of me.

:: 10.18.2023 ::

ANALYSIS:

In “THE BUTTERFLY,” the poet crafts a poignant reflection on love and its transient nature. The poem delicately explores the fragility of love through the metaphor of a broken-winged butterfly, a symbol of beauty, transformation, and vulnerability.

The use of space and punctuation, such as the scattered words and broken lines, creates a sense of visual fragmentation, mirroring the fragmented state of the butterfly’s wing and the shattered hope of love. The poem opens with a striking declaration: “LO V E is a broken wing’ed butterfly / awaiting death.” This line encapsulates the central theme of love’s vulnerability, suggesting that love, like a wounded butterfly, is delicate and ephemeral, with its demise inevitable.

The imagery of the “last song sung broken by morning clouds” and the butterfly flying “into the sun” evoke a sense of tragic beauty and inevitability. The poem portrays love as a fleeting moment, a fragile melody that is easily shattered. The mention of “Forgetting scents and colors / no gale nor strong storm” emphasizes the absence of external forces; instead, it is the butterfly’s own “careless flittering across the vast / field of life” that leads to its downfall. This highlights the self-destructive tendencies that can sometimes accompany love.

The poem takes a surprising turn towards the end, as the poet observes the butterfly’s fall into “Eternal Love.” This paradoxical phrase suggests a transcendence, a transformation of the ephemeral into something eternal. The butterfly, in its fleeting existence, becomes a symbol of hope for the world and for the poet. This transformation signifies the enduring power of love, even in its fragile and transient state. The poet’s personal connection to this transformation is hinted at in the lines: “Yet – never – in Extremity, / Yet she gave the World Hope – and of me.” Here, the poet acknowledges the profound impact of this fleeting moment of love, which, despite its brevity, leaves a lasting impression on both the world and the poet’s soul.

Overall, “THE BUTTERFLY” captures the essence of love’s fragility and its ability to inspire hope even in the face of impermanence. The poem’s imagery, use of language, and emotional depth make it a powerful reflection on the complexities of love, demonstrating the poet’s mastery in conveying profound truths through poetic artistry.


NIGGA WIZARD

I ate the cellphone from your heart
discovering a sweet taste of love

I ask, “lemme know…lemme know…”
how we could change each other’s life

On top of a game we’re the same
we s h o u l d   feel just the game
we’re comfortable so same!

I give you my presence so true
how lonely “no-good people” hurt
how only God says, “I can’t lose’em”
then this nigga says he’s a wizard
throwing coins at the Judas of this World
what?  30 pieces, I give you 100 coins b(itch.

I am the alligator running rivers in deep dense
—minds and your impression is a media post
to say you are crazy and beautiful

I can’t fallatio a screen with an image
of course my Wizard eats the energy of a soul
\how drugs/ and pills disregard the true feeling
of a life living in a blue sky locomotive ~~ riding
the rails of destiny beautiful soul.

Just sitting with the Crew of One
An injured creative
dreaming life
creating memories
so break  my heart
i pick up those pieces
and make a Picasso.

10.18.2023 ::


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 ::


Mother, Father, Sister

She’s sitting alone, lost in thought, Wearing a mother’s weary look she’s caught. Where did she mess up, where did the fight go? God, fix this broken home, we’re feeling so low.

Hey mom, dad, sis, can you hear me now? I’m calling, trying, believing somehow. Hey mom, dad, dreamer, can’t you see? I’m here, alive, I’m your family tree. I’m your seventh child, born under the sun, When chaos strikes, together, we’ll overcome.

Dad tried to dream, but lost his way, Drowning his sorrows in a bottle each day. A single picture, cracked and out of place, This isn’t how it should end, such a disgrace. Through years of hurt and so many cries, Our blood ties should make us wise. There’s so much left unsaid, in days long gone, Don’t turn away now, let’s keep moving on.

Hey mom, dad, sis, can you hear my voice? I’m pleading, trying, I’m left without a choice. Hey mom, dad, dreamer, can’t you see? I’m here, alive, I’m your family tree. I’m your seventh child, in the modern light, When life hits hard, we’ll stand and fight.

Have faith, believe in the love that’s real, Despite the pain, our hearts can heal. Don’t you know, I’m here, breathing for you, I’m your seventh child, and my love is true. When the storm comes, we’ll face it, hand in hand, Believe, have faith, together we’ll withstand.