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STATISTICAL CHART

In the light’s glow, I’m but a snail,
Gazing at lies poured in barrels,
And cell walls that I cannot scale,
Asking both self and all, in peril:
Do we wish to be counted, mere sums,
On charts that the government lies have spun?

Never to reach heaven’s door,
But scorched by flames of hellish maws.

It needn’t be a faceless ghost,
Whose head feels the world has caved in.
What does freedom mean the most?
What does it mean to love, and win?
What of hate, and what it costs?

When we kill our own, kin to kin,
I won’t be but a mark to count,
Reduced to digits, drowned in din,
And wars that come, like a sunrise mount,

Before dawn’s light, blood and guts fly,
Like a cat that forgot its paws’ ties.

:: March 5, 2025 ::


I am Vast as Expansive

Vast as the rolling waves, I am
With the sea’s droplet approaching me, tender and calm
The siren’s song echoes, “I love you” through time
My soul depleted, eternally confined

Far I have traveled, across the seas and land,
Through tumultuous storms and barren sands.
To glimpse your form, to feel the warmth of your skin,
To bask in the radiance of your beauty, without and within.

For I cannot depart, without laying my eyes,
On the one I cherish, my heart’s true prize.
I fear the thought of goodbyes, of losing you forevermore,
Of being cast adrift, on the lonely sea’s endless shore.

So I wait here, vast and rolling,
With the sea’s droplet, my heart’s longing.
For the day when you will come to me,
And I will finally be complete, eternally free.

:: 03.04.2023 ::


Love Letters # 1 & # 2

Love Letter #01

Oh angel of mine, my very being,
Why must we bear this sorrow so unseeing,
When necessity calls, can our love survive,
Without sacrifices, and all we derive.

Can we change the fact, you’re not wholly mine,
Nor am I wholly yours, it’s not by design,
Dear God, look at nature, so pure and true,
And let our hearts be still, as we must do.

Love demands everything, this we know,
And rightly so, for love to grow and show,
Soon we shall meet, and talk of the thoughts,
Of our lives and the love that it brought.

If our hearts were always one and the same,
I would have no thoughts of love’s great game,
My heart overflows with longing to share,
So much, so much, words cannot declare.

There are moments when speech is not enough,
But be cheerful, my love, and never rough,
Be my faithful and my only sweetheart,
As I am yours, and never be apart.

The gods will send all that must come our way,
Our fate is written, whatever they may say.

:: 10.16.1723 ::

Love Letter #02

Without you, life is different now.
People show kindness here and there,
Though I feel I don’t deserve it at all,
As if it’s a hollow tribute from one man to another.
It hurts me, especially when I think about
My place in the vast universe, and wonder
What am I, and what is that man called “the greatest”?
Yet, within us all lies something divine.

However much you love me, know that
My love for you is even greater.
Please never hide from me.
Good night, dear God. You feel so near yet so far.
Our love is founded in heaven,
Strongly cemented in the firmament above.

:: 11.01.1723 ::


All Our Dreams

That broken wheel, without a carriage or passenger,
whose journey is seen by most unreal eyes.

In that glimpse of forgotten reason,
you came to me as a good idea.

Begging my sleeping brain to be yours,
but the permanently attentive mind
could never yield.

So be it, in all our dreams
I am, the one who sees all four seasons.

:: 3.02.2023 ::


Hitman Jesus

He mounted his donkey, brushed its shoulder with his hand,
Sighed and whispered, “God bless this land.”
He woke up and laughed at the absurdity of it all,
Knowing that his fate was sealed, destined to fall.

“Jesus? What’s your name?” came a voice in the night,
“Just passing through, not here to start a fight.
But what can I do for you?” he asked with a grin,
Unaware of the deadly game about to begin.

The request was simple, yet gruesome and dark,
To prove their loyalty, they had to leave a mark.
“You have to kill a man, he’s already dead,” they said,
Jesus was bewildered, but he couldn’t back out now, instead.

As they made their way to the victim’s home,
A voice boomed, “Don’t do this, you’ll be alone!”
Threats and warnings filled the air,
As the tension rose, no one seemed to care.

But Jesus couldn’t ignore the voice in his head,
As he lit up a cigarette and watched in dread.
The voices died down, leaving only silence behind,
The weight of their plan heavy on his mind.

As another voice warned him of the impending doom,
Jesus realized he was just a pawn in this gloom.
He questioned the purpose, but it was too late,
He had to follow through, succumb to his fate.

The night grew colder as he watched them go,
Knowing deep down, it was his soul they’d sold.
He sat there alone, staring into the night,
Wondering if there was any way to make things right.

:: rev – 03.02.2023 ::


Math Without Numbers

Math without numbers, a curious thought,
An abstract realm where the mind is caught,
A world of patterns, of shapes and of space,
A place where logic and reason find their place.

From geometry’s lines to topology’s twists,
Mathematics without numbers still persists,
Fractals and graphs, with beauty and grace,
A visual language, in which the mind can trace.

The rhythm of patterns, in nature abound,
Fibonacci’s sequence, in petals found,
The golden ratio, in spirals displayed,
A hidden order, in chaos arrayed.

Set theory, with its empty sets and more,
Logic and proofs, that the mind does explore,
Algebraic structures, with symbols and rules,
Abstract equations, that the mind can’t refuse.

Math without numbers, a world so vast,
A universe of ideas, that the mind can grasp,
A language of abstraction, of pure thought,
A treasure of knowledge, that cannot be bought.

:: 03.01.2023 ::


Love, Loss, and Enlightenment

Lost in love’s labyrinthine ways,
I wandered far in passion’s haze.
I gave my heart with wild abandon,
And prayed my love would never falter.

But in the end, betrayal came,
A dagger to my heart in flames.
I thought my love had been true,
But now I see, it was all askew.

I wept and raged, and cursed the fates,
For such a cruel and bitter fate.
But then, amidst the dark despair,
A glimmer of hope, a light so rare.

For in that moment, I realized,
That love is not just sunshine skies.
It’s also storms and raging seas,
That test our hearts and make us see.

That true love is not just sweet,
It’s also bitter, and complete.
For only in the depths of pain,
Can we find the light of love again.

So now I stand, enlightened and strong,
A survivor of love’s cruel song.
For though my heart may bear the scars,
I know that love can heal all stars.

And so I walk, with head held high,
A heart that’s open, and a soul that’s wise.
For though the road is long and winding,
Love is eternal, always binding.

:: 02.28.2023 ::


Nature’s Birth

Nature’s birth, so wild and free A symphony of life, for all to see As I walk these paths alone I feel the rhythm of the earth’s gentle tone My steps may falter, but I am strong With every breath, I sing nature’s song The wood and rock, the briar twine All a part of this world so divine With every step, my heart takes flight For in nature’s embrace, all is right The dewey moss, the fallen trees All a part of nature’s melodies For many miles, I walk this land And feel the gentle touch of nature’s hand Tears may fall, but in its birth Nature brings a love so pure and worth So I ask, will you give me a voice to remember? For in nature’s embrace, my love will never surrender And though I may never hear you again Nature’s birth will always remain my greatest friend.

Analysis:

The poem, “Nature’s Birth,” captures the essence of nature in all its beauty and majesty. It highlights the author’s strong connection to the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility. The poem opens with a description of nature’s birth, which is wild and free, and a symphony of life that everyone can see. The author emphasizes the power of nature by describing how they can feel the earth’s gentle tone as they walk alone on nature’s paths.

As the poem continues, the author speaks to the strength they feel when surrounded by nature, even if their steps falter. They emphasize the importance of every aspect of nature, from the wood and rocks to the briar twine, as all part of the divine world. The author’s heart takes flight with every step they take in nature, highlighting the transformative power of the natural world.

The author then describes their connection to nature, emphasizing how it makes them feel like everything is right in the world. They describe the beauty of dewy moss and fallen trees, showing how even the smallest details in nature are part of a larger, harmonious whole.

The poem ends with a reflection on the author’s journey through nature, describing how they have walked many miles, feeling the gentle touch of nature’s hand. The author acknowledges that tears may fall, but in nature’s birth, there is a love that is pure and worth cherishing. The author concludes the poem by asking for a voice to remember, one that will never forget the love and peace that nature has brought to them.

Overall, “Nature’s Birth” is a beautiful and heartfelt poem that speaks to the transformative power of nature. It highlights the deep connection that humans have with the natural world and how it brings a sense of peace and tranquility.


Love’s Eternal Flame

who’s most afraid of death? though
                   art of him
utterly afraid, I love of thee
(beloved) this
       and truly i would be
near when his scythe takes crisply the whim
of thy smoothness.  and marke the fainting
murdered petals.

Who is afraid of love?  That words and
whispers cut the Soul in belief _ her voice and breathe softly against me
i see adventurous life and love.
To be brave is to love unconditionally
without expecting anything in return.

That you pierce my soul I am half agony,
half hope.  Against promise, peace, against
hope, happiness, against discouragement that could
be.  In light, I learn to love.  In this beauty,
how I make poetry.  That you dance within my
heart where no one sees — but at times
centuries do.  How your love becomes Art.

:: 02.24.2023  ::


My Poetry

My poetry fractured, like shattered glass,
Each piece a reflection of a different past,
A kaleidoscope of memories and dreams,
A mosaic of emotions and silent screams.

I am not whole, and nor is my verse,
A broken mirror with a thousand hurts,
Reflecting back the shards of my soul,
A shattered image that will never be whole.

But in each fragment, there lies a truth,
A piece of me that I cannot refute,
And though my poetry may be incomplete,
It is a portrait of who I am, bittersweet.

So let me embrace my fractured art,
And wear my scars like a work of art,
For in each broken piece, there lies a story,
A journey of pain, but also of glory.::