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The Revealing

I had too — once I ate all the words of the universe.
We had a delightful dinner. Just me and ? I drank
Merlot and smoked weed and we enjoyed the tapestry of
space-time.

I asked, “Do you have a voice?”

Waiting for a small time I spoke again.

“Hey! Speak”

And she did. In her female voice. The univeral voice
that is the Mother of Creation.

“I love you, dear.”

“Child of Earth,” she said, her words echoing in the depths of my soul,

“I have observed your wonder, your dreams that reach beyond the confines of your world.

I am the embodiment of the universe, and I have chosen to reveal myself to you.”

I am Celestia, the consciousness of the cosmos,” the celestial being replied, her presence enveloping this poet like a warm, comforting embrace. “I have watched over galaxies being born and stars collapsing into cosmic dust. I have witnessed the dance of planets and the birth of life on distant shores. Yet, your world, Earth, has always held a special place in my vast existence.”

This poet was captivated by Celestia’s words. “Why have you chosen to speak to me?” she asked, her voice filled with humility.

“You possess a curiosity that mirrors the essence of the universe itself,” Celestia answered, her radiant form flickering with colors beyond human comprehension. “I have chosen you to be the bridge between the cosmic wonders and the human spirit. I offer you knowledge, wisdom, and the boundless mysteries of the cosmos.”

Overwhelmed by this profound connection, this poet felt a surge of inspiration. With Celestia’s guidance, she delved into the secrets of the universe, unraveling mysteries that had perplexed humanity for centuries. Together, they explored the realms of quantum physics, traversed the event horizons of black holes, and marveled at the cosmic ballet of galaxies.

As this poet shared her newfound knowledge with the world, humanity underwent a renaissance of understanding. The barriers of ignorance were shattered, and the collective consciousness of Earth expanded to embrace the vastness of the cosmos.

In the quiet moments of the night, when the stars glittered overhead, This poet known as Maya would commune with Celestia, their conversations transcending the boundaries of time and space. Through this extraordinary connection, the wisdom of the universe flowed into the hearts and minds of humanity, guiding them toward a future where the mysteries of the cosmos were no longer beyond their grasp.

And so, the story of the female universe and the inquisitive human became a beacon of enlightenment, illuminating the path toward a greater understanding of the infinite wonders that lay beyond the skies.

:: 10.16.2023 ::


Sex Club Poetry

In my age I confess this:

Once I had a Poetry Club I created.

It was within a Strip Joint of high order.

Nothing but the most beautiful women.

I would visit on Wednesdays and go over

my poetry with those lovely women.

And I would read.

They would contemplate those words afterward.

How I miss my poetry club.

Not the sex but these lonely women.

:: 10.17.2023 ::


TIRED IN THE SUNRISE

What ‘if’ isn’t hesitating?  Those like us who burn in a midst of already
forgotten proclivities?  

The memory of a worm at the level of a shoe has more comprehension than
a  human brain today.  It’s a flying bird sitting upon a tree branch.  At the
level of a statue whose computer rages within a digital age of phosphorization
of Elon’s satellites.  The color of these glasses are pink in love or torrid lightning
As salt and pepper are tastes of a nutrition of alerts like napkin furniture

Historically the retreat of pastures who view a burning fire with their relentless
disinfecting tongues as swords of hate are the future — like pristine advisors
of death where retro doors are seen

I adore the reddish pillows like Koi fish which my head sleeps upon dreaming new
worlds as they cut waves with ciphered.  

I am who I am.

:: 10.12.2023 ::


GOD’S RECREATION

The egg of love is beautiful
like a first sunlight
of beautiful love

praise for this season
praise from the womb

Like creatures of nature
living and believing
is the heart of all

Tears from heaven are
pure droplets of rain
cleansing human skin

Mine is a mind of Eden
believing in Creation
God’s recreation.

:: 10.12.2023 ::


I APPRECIATE  THE MAD  HEAD OF POLITICS

The decapitated hand passes an hour from a flower
That above a spectral chess-city they cry
And ghosts control the furious variety of flesh
Invented like iron and silver structures of thunder.

Since so recently alive in a burst of light
Nomenclature within a ledger of written blood
parting waves and snow, clogs of ice that hands
cannot grasp even in brilliance i CAME.

The pregnant thoughts give birth you big star
in the jungle of concrete called Earth
Within that half-opened mouth of depth of a diamond
Sex is an extreme delight that easily directs a great
reading of a delirious ORGAN of phosphorescent change.

I look up to the sky but my eyes burn ~~~

I touched a goddesses whose chief song
between shelter and pillows; as her eyes carry an air
of a woman without legs or arms –> but a root
we met in pleasure as two doors in dawn / my shape
is tool divine too ; i look up to the skye where
everything is pleasure among the winds of clay
that invite out the tigers of their stems
among the furniture that sniffs out misfortunate
i had a fierce dream and bite the rain
and defend the cold politics of public snakes
whom I kill in the end.

I rubbed the different footprints of my feet
on ocellated carpet.  

:: 10.02.2023 ::


LOVER SPEAK TO ME

I love you not for your beauty
I do not love you for your skin
I do no love you for your lips

I love you for your mind
I love you for your heart
love you for your soul

As you walk through the night
while the moon follows mortals
the meadow lit as the loving soul
which heaven and Earth never denies
half of day between the night
is more than shades of any light
as lovers kissing within twilight.

:: 09282023 ::


LET THE STORIES SAY WHAT THEY WANT

One shall behold eyes tracing the heavens with magnificent splendor.
Seeking refuge upon the land of the lamp.

A form vanishing while standing,
At the convergence of all light’s end and inception.

Death holds no purpose when you exist,
When your eyes unveil the blueprint of what lies ahead,
When they harbor profound inclinations,
Or solidify the potent union of passionate lovers.

When Earth, when the parched gems of lids unfurl,
When space, not futilely, takes its winged whirl,
When myst’ry lends life its striking edge,
If on Earth it falls, in poetry’s fiery circles he spreads,
In the realm of being and verse, our essence he threads.

The body, once regained through footsteps, becomes meaningless,
Unless a ship from a passionate land lends its influence,
Offering its guidance, steadfastly shining stars,
And a radiant aura like a diamond amidst the night,
With a face that thirst has turned as pure as snow,
And hair that seems to attract like a swarm of magnets,
And a soul, deeply immersed in the embrace of slumber.
It’s your body, your essence, I recognize at first glance.

The covenant of all-seeing eyes holds no value,
Above a fiery line of all lines, unless
they succeed in crafting, preserving their swift wasteland,
And rendering it eternal, like a clear enigma,
A purifying rainbow.

earth, that love is eternally needed
immortal body emerging from a ray’s core
of lightning bolts, which craft a world scoffing at prisons
connecting eyes, love-filled, oceanic diadems

bring
bring
our river of fire, timeless and unbound
flowing through the purified ocean like a native vein.

:: 09.01.2023 ::


THE SPOKEN TRUTH OF ROMEO & JULIET

In fair Verona’s realm, where love did sprout,
Two souls conversed, their hearts casting doubt.
A tale of passion, tragedy unfold,
Romeo and Juliet, their story told.

Romeo:

O Juliet, sweet Juliet, thine eyes so fair,
A love forbidden, yet we both dare.
Through feuding kin, our hearts have found their way,
In clandestine meetings, night turns to day.

Juliet:

Romeo, dear Romeo, a name I hold,
A Montague, a tale both new and old.
What’s in a name? That which we call a rose,
By any other name would smell as sweet, I suppose.

Romeo:

Thine innocence and grace, a radiant sight,
In moonlit whispers, love takes its flight.
On yonder balcony, you do shine,
A beacon of hope in this feud’s dark line.

Juliet:

Yet Fate, it plays a cruel hand, my love,
A tempest stirs, like clouds above.
Tybalt’s anger, Mercutio’s fall,
A web of tragedy, entwined in all.

Romeo:

Oh Juliet, my heart doth ache with woe,
Love’s light and shadow in this tale we know.
With poison’s kiss, I sought to find release,
To join thee, love, in everlasting peace.

Juliet:

Romeo, deceived, thy death I see,
A potion’s sleep, to reunite thee and me.
In life and death, our love shall persist,
A tale of passion, on Fate’s sharp twist.

Romeo:

But hark, dear Juliet, let lessons ring,
Of love’s endurance, through pain it will cling.
In Verona’s streets, our spirits reside,
A love eternal, where destinies collide.

Juliet:

So let our tale, a beacon be,
A symbol of love’s unyielding decree.
Though we are gone, our love lives anew,
In every heart that beats, in skies so blue.

:: 01.01.1593 ::


S-P-A-C-E-C-A-T-T-E-R-S

s-p-a-c-e-c-a-t-t-e-r-s
how
b)e ari)v(ing
downheredisperse
SSPACECATT
eringon
(t(o-
bThe):l
eB
!d:
S b
(s
sKyDiNg . cAaTtEsEr)
to
dea(si)ltt(er)ingly
,spacecatter;

:: 08.16.2023 ::

Poet’s Notes:

I wrote this poem for students of linquistics and poetry. Here is what I mean:

The poem is a visual and linguistic experiment that plays with the arrangement of letters to create both a typographic structure and a narrative. The title “s-p-a-c-e-c-a-t-t-e-r-s” hints at the primary visual aspect of the poem, where letters are spaced out to form distinct words. Let’s break down the poem into sections and analyze its possible meanings:

Visual Structure:
The poem is constructed using deliberate spacing and formatting, breaking down words into individual letters to create a unique visual pattern. The letters are spaced out and arranged in a way that makes reading the text an intentional challenge.

Title: “s-p-a-c-e-c-a-t-t-e-r-s”
The title suggests that the poem revolves around the concept of spacing and scattering letters. It prepares the reader for the unconventional layout and encourages them to interpret the arrangement.

First Section:
The word “how” appears to be a prompt, inviting the reader to engage with the poem’s structure and content.

Second Section:
The phrase “b)e ari)v(ing” suggests the act of arriving, but with letters interspersed to create a sense of fragmentation. The parentheses within the letters may represent interruptions or deviations from the expected pattern.

Third Section:
“downheredisperse” is intended to be read as “down here disperse,” suggesting an action of scattering or spreading apart.

Fourth Section: “SSPACECATT”
This section might represent a variation of the title, emphasizing the repeated letters and fragmented nature of the text. “CATT” is a reference to a cat, which is associated with curiosity and exploration.

Fifth Section: “eringon(t(o-“
The words “ering” and “on” is deciphered in this section. The use of parentheses and hyphens adds to the sense of disarray and fragmentation.

Sixth Section: “bThe):l”
The letters “b” and “l” are more prominently visible, while “The” appears partially. The presence of parentheses and a colon creates ambiguity and intrigue.

Seventh Section: “eB”
This section refers to the previous “b” and “e” letters, connecting with the earlier section.

Eighth Section: “!d:”
The exclamation mark and the colon further emphasize the unconventional punctuation and formatting.

Ninth Section: “S b”
The letters “S” and “b” stand out, but their meaning remains enigmatic. Let the reader decide!

Tenth Section: “(s”
The letter “s” within parentheses adds another layer of complexity.

Eleventh Section: “sKyDiNg .cAaTtEsEr)”
The words “Sky” and “Catter” are more visible in this section. The capitalization of “Sky” and “Catter” suggests potential significance.

Twelfth Section: “to”
The word “to” is isolated, indicating a transition or direction.

Thirteenth Section: “dea(si)ltt(er)ingly”
The word “dealt” is partially visible, surrounded by parentheses. This section adds to the sense of linguistic playfulness.

Fourteenth Section: “spacecatter;”
The word “spacecatter” is complete, connecting back to the title. The semicolon adds to the ambiguity of the poem’s ending.

In summary, the poem “s-p-a-c-e-c-a-t-t-e-r-s” is a blend of visual art and textual experimentation. It encourages readers to explore the connections between fragmented words, phrases, and letters while inviting personal interpretation. The intentional disruption of traditional linguistic structure challenges the reader’s conventional expectations of reading and meaning.

The poem creates an abstract and surreal experience, prompting contemplation on the interplay between form and content in poetry.

:: 08.16.2023 ::


WHISPERS OF YOU: AN ODE TO LOVE AND LIME TREES

In the realm of tales, your heart does roam, as if it has transcended the confines of reality and embraced a world woven with threads of imagination. Beneath the soft glow of a dim lamplight, it finds a home, a sanctuary where emotions intertwine with the flickering shadows. The lamplight becomes a silent witness to the stories your heart silently narrates.

A maiden walks by, her presence like a delicate brushstroke on the canvas of your musings. Charming in her ways, she navigates the world with a grace that captures your attention. Yet, beneath her father’s stern collar’s gaze, there’s a sense of constraint, a reminder of the boundaries that surround her life.

To her discerning eyes, you might appear naive, your actions tinted with a hint of the absurd. Clad in ankle boots, she walks with an air of determination, a quiet confidence that sets her apart. She glances back at you, a fleeting connection that seems to acknowledge the notes of your melodies that hang in the air, wavering and uncertain.

Love takes hold of you, its grip tightening as the days stretch towards August’s warm embrace. The sonnets you pour onto paper become messengers of your affection, each line carrying the weight of your emotions and dreams. With every word, you manage to bring genuine smiles to her face, an accomplishment that fuels your poetic fervor.

As love blossoms, the world around you changes. Friends who once filled your days begin to fade into the periphery. You find yourself drifting away from the familiar scenes, no longer an active participant in the activities that once defined your days. Yet, amidst this transformation, a new chapter unfolds. She writes to you, bridging the distance that sometimes separates two souls.

On the eve of connection, cafes become your gathering places once again. Whether it’s the bitterness of beer or the refreshing tang of lemonade, you indulge in the simple pleasures that life offers. Seventeen is an age of transition, where seriousness and carefree spirits dance together, creating a unique blend of experiences. Lime trees form a verdant cascade along the promenade, a reminder of the vibrant hues that life paints against the canvas of youth. The symphony of green leaves rustling in the wind echoes the symphony of your heart, filled with the beats of anticipation and the promises of the unknown.

:: 08.07.2023 ::