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 ::
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) 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.
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 ::
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 ::
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 :
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.
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 ::
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 ::
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.
In lands where hues entwine, where endless borders cease,
Envision, if you will, a realm where hearts find ease,
No hunger’s dire call, no sorrow’s weight to bear,
Envision there’s a chance, for souls to blend and pair.
Oh, envisage all the beings, in tranquil harmony,
No bias nor enmity, just boundless empathy,
Envisage nations linking, in friendship’s steadfast band,
In comprehension’s haven, where all can understand.
In meadows where children dance, where innocence prevails,
Picture, if you may, a tune where each heart sails,
No fear of shadows long, just seeds of kindness sown,
Picture there’s a glow, where night turns into dawn.
Envisage all the spirits, in peaceful, sweet accord,
No hatred’s bitter taste, just love that’s freely poured,
Envisage all the nations, clasping hand in hand,
In a world of empathy, where all can firmly stand.
Picture a world unchained, where freedom’s song resounds,
No judgment’s stern command, no barriers that confounds,
Picture a melody, of pure and perfect grace,
Where differences unite, and all find their rightful place.
In realms where dreams take flight, where hope is ever bright,
Picture, if you please, a space devoid of night,
No soul left in the cold, just hearts that intertwine,
Picture there’s a day, where love will ever shine.
Oh, envisage all the people, in life’s serenity,
No prejudice or malice, just love that’s truly free,
Envisage nations bonding, in friendship’s hallowed strand,
In a world where understanding, unites each heart and hand.
Envisage a world so fair, where every soul takes flight,
With the power of a song, where all souls find their light,
Envisage, just envisage, a world divinely rare,
In limitless, eternal love, where people deeply care.
:: 10.16.2023 ::
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