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Biological Machine Brain

AFTER I finish this poem and all
the alphabets are in bed

you can walk with me down the hill
where the stream is, lady
where fish dream they are stars

(now this blows my mind — but
there they are)

Looking within their eyes with a
suddenly unsaid voice they spoke
while smoking mexican grass

And the toads croak lightly
singing, “Run upon the stones
across our river”

I ran and stepped across all
the stones and crevasses
and I found myself upon the Mountain

And there came a poetess who sang,
“Come, hold my hand, along brittle
treacherous bright streets
of memory — ooh, come my heart,
you idiot, yealing like a drunken man!

We can be asleep, elsewhere our dreams begin
run upon my stones:

Ici? Ah non. Mon chéri, il fait trop froid.
I say again, “Here? Oh no. My drear, it is
too cold!”

The farm is in ice so Chevaux do bois!

:: 06.05.2024 ::


I’m Sane

[these dreams. terrors. m.c.escher floor plans i cannot escape. a world mall with creatures.]

Tremors become my failed hands. No blue skies nor blue oceans. Just a mad man lost in institutions ~~

and i’m sorry to write these words that seem to crawl within my shut eyes. So pray, so say, the whore of life is a drink of horror not for good guys not for bad guys. I’m ruined. If you could cry — i know, tear ducts were torn out in the last horror dream ~~ i[‘m sick. These experiments are based inside my dreams were meant to be a savior like Jesus but when I found my portal (through it all) I now cry. Life. death. People. Earth. Is a dream like a drink of potent monsters that humanity should never know. So, please. Continue to shut your eyes.

What if the the sickest mind was the most healthy reflection of this existence?

So, say…

the hardest part of letting go is the monsters of those who control everything.

And sing. Sing. Just say, ‘The hardest Part is I’m Sane.”

:: 05.22.2024 ::

My notes:

I approach the analysis of this poem with a deep appreciation for its raw emotional depth and existential questioning.

The poem “I’M SANE” delves into the tumultuous landscape of the human psyche, grappling with themes of sanity, madness, and the blurred boundaries between reality and dreams. The fragmented structure of the poem mirrors the fragmented state of the speaker’s mind, as they navigate through a surreal dreamscape filled with terrors and nightmarish imagery reminiscent of M.C. Escher’s intricate designs.

The recurring motif of madness pervades the poem, symbolized by the speaker’s trembling hands and their confinement within institutions. This portrayal of madness as an inescapable prison reflects a sense of helplessness and despair.

The speaker’s apologies for the unsettling nature of their words suggest a struggle with self-awareness and a fear of being judged or misunderstood. The mention of tear ducts torn out in a horror dream adds a visceral element to the poem, emphasizing the physical and emotional toll of the speaker’s inner turmoil.

The juxtaposition of life and death, salvation and damnation, further underscores the poem’s existential angst. The speaker grapples with the idea that perhaps the sickest mind is the most lucid reflection of reality—a disturbing thought that challenges conventional notions of sanity and madness.

The refrain “The hardest Part is I’m Sane” serves as a haunting conclusion to the poem, encapsulating the paradoxical nature of sanity in a world overrun by chaos and existential dread. It suggests a poignant resignation to the harsh truths of existence, where sanity itself becomes a burden to bear amidst the madness of life.

In essence, “I’M SANE” is a profound exploration of the human condition, offering a glimpse into the dark recesses of the mind and inviting readers to confront the unsettling truths that lie therein.


E T E R N A L R E V E R I E

The moon has whispered silver in the curve of your smile,
The dusk has painted twilight upon your tender thighs,
The dawn has kissed gold into the shadows of your eyes,
And dreams weave sapphire upon the path where you tread.

The winds have sung secrets through the strands of your hair,
The earth has cradled your feet with a lover’s gentle care,
The night has draped velvet around your graceful form,
And stars have danced in rhythm to your heart’s quiet storm.

The rain has traced poetry upon your silken skin,
The sun has warmed the depths of the soul that lies within,
The universe has bowed in awe of your serene grace,
And love has found its echo in the light of your embrace.

The flowers have bloomed crimson at the touch of your hand,
The mountains have stood tall to watch where you stand,
The rivers have sung lullabies to ease your gentle sleep,
And time has paused in wonder at the beauty you keep.

The shadows have whispered of mysteries in your gaze,
The flames have danced wildly in your passionate blaze,
The skies have stretched wide to mirror your expanse,
And fate has intertwined with the steps of your dance.

The echoes have carried your laughter through the air,
The seasons have spun tales of your love and care,
The galaxies have spun threads of dreams in your name,
And eternity has sighed, forever unchanged by the same.

And still, stars, silent.

:: 05.22.2024 ::


Breath of Life Back Into Eternal Love

At last, there is no help! Therefore, allow a kiss then we part.
Exhausted I am through; love, you shall not hear more a sound.

After all these years, I find myself truly happy to break clean
so free so allow our cold hands an embrace for this last time.

And with great might we should forget our vows.

Belief: I say, we shall meet again, in another life free of
this anguish of silly pain. There will not be a trace to show
that we held onto love of old.

Now, then, and again. And again, love has no final breath,
as passion fades in this life — it’s bended knee.
Innocence closes the eyes of the dead.

Now, as we wish. So many others giving up.

But we shall still breathe life back into Eternal Love.

:: 05.07.2024 ::


Within My Shoes

PURPLE home
so soft
window candy

eye see you
Razor light
On a finger
ruby ring
And all
to prove
you have life
It takes a fast
car lady __ if
you take backseat
rumble or front
seat to see
a double life
How i fell —
but then grew
once upon night
i once, too many
times fell for you
dreaming you
were there i once
painted romance
upon the walls

it takes a twice
thought to lead
a double life
never do it twice

Hold the brush
pick the paint
all you feel
when you’re near

It’s so easy to
play breakdown
it’s so easy to
say no poetry

So tough
So soft
when i’m living
within my shoes

:: 04.30.2024 :


Subject: Review Request – “ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY”

To: Noble Laureate Poet

Subject: Review Request – “ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY”

Dear Esteemed Poet,

I hope this message finds you well. I am reaching out to request your thoughtful review and critique of a poem titled “ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY.” The poem, composed on 22 April 2024, delves into themes of beauty, mortality, and the passage of time. I would greatly appreciate your expert analysis of its imagery, structure, and overall poetic impact.

Here is the poem for your review:

ELEGY OF ETERNAL BEAUTY

Amidst the unyielding elements of gold, stone, soil, and vast sea
Yet overshadowed by the grip of mortality’s melancholy,
How can beauty contend with such ferocity,
Its essence as fragile as a delicate flower’s gentle sway?

Oh, how can the essence of summer’s sweetness endure,
Against the relentless siege of time’s battering days,
When even the mightiest rocks and steel gates succumb,
To the inexorable decay of passing time?

Oh, the profound contemplation! Where, oh where,
Can time’s most precious jewel find sanctuary?
Or whose resolute hand can arrest his swift stride?
Or who can deny his plunder of beauty’s allure?

None, unless empowered by the miraculous,
That my love may forever radiate in the depths of dark ink.

This contemplation delves deep into the abstract realm,
Where the immutable forces of nature and mortality intertwine,
As beauty, ephemeral and fragile, seeks resilience,
Amidst the tumultuous currents of existence.

Summer’s honeyed breath, a fleeting whisper,
Confronts the relentless onslaught of temporal tumult,
Where even the most impregnable fortresses falter,
And gates of steel yield to the silent erosion of time’s touch.

Oh, the daunting inquiry! Where, in truth,
Can time’s treasured gem find refuge from its grasp?
Whose determined grasp can detain its hurried march?
And who can thwart its relentless harvest of beauty’s splendor?

None, save for the enchantment of possibility,
That within the depths of ebony ink,
My love’s luminous essence may forever shine.

22 April 2024

To: The Poet

Subject: “Elegy of Eternal Beauty”

Dear Poet,

As a Noble Laureate poet, let me provide an analysis of the poem “Amidst the unyielding elements of gold, stone, soil, and vast sea” based on its themes, imagery, and underlying philosophical inquiries.

The poem begins with a vivid description of enduring elements – gold, stone, soil, and the vast sea – which symbolize the immutable and powerful aspects of the natural world. However, these elements are juxtaposed against the “grip of mortality’s melancholy,” suggesting a contrast between permanence and transience.

The central theme of the poem revolves around the struggle of beauty against the relentless force of time. The speaker questions how something as delicate and ephemeral as beauty can withstand the harsh realities and decay brought by time. The comparison of beauty to a delicate flower’s gentle sway highlights its fragility in the face of life’s challenges.

The poet’s contemplation deepens as they ponder the endurance of beauty amidst the relentless passage of time. The imagery of rocks and steel gates succumbing to decay emphasizes the inevitability of temporal erosion, suggesting that even the strongest and most enduring structures eventually yield to time’s influence.

The poem also delves into philosophical inquiries about the sanctuary and preservation of beauty. The questions posed – where can time’s most precious jewel find refuge? Whose hand can arrest time’s swift stride? – reflect on the human desire to preserve and protect beauty from the ravages of time.

The concluding stanza introduces the idea of art and creativity (“dark ink”) as a means to empower and immortalize beauty. The poet suggests that through the act of creation, particularly in the realm of writing, love’s luminous essence – synonymous with beauty – can endure indefinitely.

Overall, the poem presents a profound meditation on the themes of beauty, mortality, and resilience in the face of time’s passage. It invites contemplation on the human condition and the quest for enduring significance in a world marked by impermanence. The language is rich with metaphor and imagery, evoking a sense of awe and introspection that resonates with the complexities of existence.

As a Noble Laureate poet, I appreciate the depth and sensitivity with which these themes are explored in the poem. The imagery is striking, and the philosophical inquiries are thought-provoking, offering readers a glimpse into the universal struggle to find meaning and permanence in a world of constant change.

My Best,

The Unknown Laureate Poet


The Enchanting Hope

Like a fragile hope’s whisper,
from a butterfly’s fleeting kiss,
a golden shroud enfolds my heart,
while the nightingale slumbers on,
beneath the candor of lilies in twilight’s grasp.

Ambergris and the yearnings of innocence,
Pathways entwined in whispered waltzes,
Horizons touched by tearful dew,
Can you feel the warmth within your breast?

Oh, night’s lament! Blue depths of starry gloom!
Your ethereal wing brushes our weary brows,
Life wanes, and we drift away,
In the tender, pale embrace of dying roses.

:: April 20th, 2024 ::


THE CONSTITUTION OF POETS ii (rev)

THE brain; a sheet of bloodied paper

THE mind; a big scribble

THE heart; the murderer

THE soul; along for the merriest ride

EYES aglow with moonlit wonder

I float on rivers of liquid light

SURRENDERED to universe’s plunder

IN this psychedelic reverie of night

THE boundaries blur, time slips away

AS I merge with the infinite sea,

A transient soul in a cosmic ballet,

God only knows me and sets me free.

:: 08-23-2018 ::


My Love Swears Truth

Good afternoon. If even in prayer
By evening as a pauper in a chair

i have spent my life in explaining
these thousands dreams where most
are swallowing these dreams i never
ignored. And now there is one patch
of flowers explaining me.

From a golden rim step among vocal chords
pink and velvets, as gray gauzes,
and crystal disks of folly & disease
We believe and see digitalis wounds
with their centuries of no talent!

And Swearing my love, made of love
that maybe she lies — that she may
think I am unthinking /unlearned in
a world of falshitiest — on both
sides \ that she knows my days are
best undoing her tongue that she is
not unjust | Oh! best is love untold
and between us we are all undo
suppressed : by love’s inhabited
by lies we flatter be.

In spite of hate and love
In realization I am the one
lost in this cage____
the only one \now weeping/
Christ.

:: 04.08.2024 ::


Lost Love

Lost, oh love lost
but someday
I will be there

Now, oh now love
within a sunrise
I am here now

bathed golden hues
embraced within dawn’s
gentle grace
where every heartbeat
finds solace
and every sigh
whispers our tale

In the silent symphony
of morning
our souls entwine,
boundless and free
here, where time stands still
love blooms eternally

Through a labyrinth
of moments past
we’ve journeyed,
hand in hand
and now, the break of day
love reigns, steadfast and grand

So fear not shadows of yesteryears
for in this dawn’s embrace
our love finds its home
and in each other, we find our place

:: 04.02.2024 ::