Poetry

A poem is not a soul who lingers,
Behind it’s veils of language,
But the honest words of God,
Decrypted in man’s own vantage,

& if God enjoys his own work,
Is there much else we require,
Than to praise the thirst of creation,
Who spun first the wheel of desire?

To what aim it’s means reach?
& how ever dare a man mention,
They’re products of a poets dream,
Or the creators of creation?

The little girl stood there without any care:
Appearances shown only an hour after a fight, 
but her Angers and Flusters sat waiting there:
A new sight of an angel landing after her flight.

“a grudge is like a poison” I told her look, 
“that we swallow in hopes the other will die.”
She sat there furious in beauty and sulk, 
unmoved she stood inside me where heavens lie.

To me I’m only a half to your impeccable garden, 
too I’m a fool who walks away from such perfection.
Like me you are an angel to not know being dishearten. 
To me you’re the air that gives me life, and it direction.

We sit here oblivious in a moment of aberration,
just before you, Emotions as Anger knew me not.
Yet now you’ve weeded out my only desperation: 
the thought that the air you bring my lungs can stop.

Like molecules we follow flows of cosmic tides, 
No matter journeys reach however far or wide, 
Whatever time might be we’re never too late, 
We can’t deviate too far from our looming fate;

The decree holds all souls from dawn till dusk, 
For it not been seen is to be blind as Oedipus, 
Nowhere to hide however how stealth, 
Fates only punishment is to deny our true self;

The irony of our chains being locked in free will, 
Stripping illusions we find freedom yet still, 
Like shadows to us we’re fates’ silhouette, 
How aware of its strings is the marionette?

Not without hope do I dance in my stoicism, 
For only conformists deny this celestial rhythm, 
The captain of our fate resides amid ears, 
An AUM resonates in all if our ear only hears.

     Hologram caging brain logic 
     Illusory decision hath given 
     Dreams wherein mind frolic 
     Bend rational bars’ prison

Law enforcing Fibonacci spiral 
Unforseen where trees branch 
Unknown their social survival 
Surreals’ thirst visions drench~

Heartfelt I do confide 
Commit not freedom treason 
Wings decor thy inside 
Escape self denying reason

The fates lead an operation,
Setting a’ticking desperation, 
To every pulse and sensation, 
Blazing ego bomb disintegration, 
Boy once impulsive in exclamation, 
Now man excessive in consideration, 
A sea of submission and degeneration, 
In perpetuum I fish for an explanation,
To the life I signed over resignation, 
This much I know after deliberation, 
Leaving my home for immigration, 
Has doomed my soul                                               to its separation.

The Dreamer

Longing to know himself the dreamer slept,
His eyes had shut into darkness and void,
In that nothingness all things were kept,
Chaos dismantled as cosmos employed,

The cosmic egg was set to crack,
Night and day were split in two,
Harmony in opposites life did attract,
Paving way for a perspective new,

The universe was set into motion,
Beings populated planets whole,
Birthing beings with emotions,
Each contributing a dreamer role,

One billion two billion three and four,
Quickly they reproduced and multiplied,
Creating more worlds than ever before,
Stretching the barriers of collective mind,

The mind of the collective in itself saw,
“Each dreamer’s but an aspect of me!”,
This spark embraced it with the All,
Lucidly sighing away our illusive reality,

His world dissolved as he awoke with great force,
He pondered being the source of all dreamers before,
He wondered if he too is a dreamer of a same source,
A revelation which struck him into awaking once more.

One lone spark in a hotel room,
Second sparked in emerald city,
Final hit towards my doom,
Into a divine illusion pittied,

The green reptilian fairy awaits,
Her trickster spirit imprisons,
Looking-glass hands seal my fate,
Along grow the Mazatec visions,

Shorter appears the linear journey,
Between minute of birth and death,
Weary obligations mind burning,
Evaporating to her cunning breath,

The plant spirit plays my mind,
Dissolving senses into plasticity,
Toying away the logic she finds,
Tossing out all sense of authenticity,

Revealing a lifetime through satire,
Natures trickster spirit directs me,
To the ever changing Heraclitan fire,
Of our progressing collective destiny.

Thoughts and feelings, free and kind.
Dreamlike passions of projecting mind.
Society drowns in authority and regulations.
Hopes become obstacles to my destination.
Possibilities fly over my hair.
Demoralized onto this life unfair.
A life of liberty seen in great new dawn.
Free of corporate goods on my front lawn.

Harmonious cosmic function,
Cycle revolving cycles,
Shiva tramples illusion,
Creation dances destruction.

Material bounds within,
Circular celestial manifestations,
Death constantly lurking,
Impermanent time space.

Beating time drum,
Material space dissolves,
Abandoning illusive faiths,
Transcend worldly cognition.

Taste divine kingdom,
Experience true liberation,
Outside looking within,
Paving fresh life.

Past conditioning scatters,
Present gains reality,
Future eternally bright,
Death catalysts life.

The late plants have been watered,
The feast cooked and slaughtered,
Each soul has suffered,
Its creator smiles upon her

The gleeful turkey smiles no more,
The sassy hog lies behind Pete’s door,
They have all seized to exist,
Who do we thank for this?

Why dare thank divine presence,
For a killing which it was not present,
A life we did not have the right to take,
So for this we learn to say grace?