I never even shed a tear or broke myself in shards of fear For, as a child, I lived as a child with every passing year That what I love, should be kept so far from me, and yet, feel so near! They think they can take all my eternity and wrap it in a moon’s silver coil! Or make it a skin ofContinue reading “I never shed a tear, nor did I fear!: A poem “
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O Benjamin, my soul is a leaf that shares your grief!: A poem
O Benjamin Netanyahu, my soul is a leaf that shares your grief! My mountains have rolled over, after they speak Is the flesh of my earth made so flaccid that I retreat when my bread is not leavened, because it is made from unholy wheat? I couldn’t see you weep when Israel, my child, was taken away becauseContinue reading “O Benjamin, my soul is a leaf that shares your grief!: A poem “
O Ouranos between Nous, we and I: A poem
How did I rest in vindication of myself when there was no rest, because I set upon to only defend myself with some vindictiveness because there were so much violence and aggression against you (me), as I sat in the tears of a solar orbit when the deep sea maimed and mutilated me just like it had Mars undone, after me! And shouldContinue reading “O Ouranos between Nous, we and I: A poem “
Donald Trump, I invoke the Sun and all the known planets to bless you, and you have all the love and blessings of all my stars. I just feel saddened that I have to hurt you all the time, because the evil Wishmaster tries to get you!
Hey Xi Jin Ping-o, do you have a lingo?: A poem
How does your secretiveness strike the world? Is the pork between your legs little and curled? Does it seem to have a brain, in vain or not in vain? That you think you want everything like a mind gone insane And would the Last Emperor come back to haunt you? That China is no potential mighty dragon, even Mao Tse Tung could that rue? I do think you needContinue reading “Hey Xi Jin Ping-o, do you have a lingo?: A poem “
Can one define progression and freedom?: A poem
Do you know the semantics of progression may just be a definition of decadence and degeneration? Would you imagine we can move backward and forward because time is only a motion on the floor of static black and white tiles, laced with semaphore It is only the gaze that doesn’t stop, if it could only retract! For I would settleContinue reading “Can one define progression and freedom?: A poem “
Was the singularity single?: A poem
You know the singularity was not single It was rife in its multitudes A space so iotic that was an expanse so spacious condensed, like an eternity in a moment You know how a seed encapsulates the entire tree A picture frame with holograms that are multidimensional There are no contradictions but the contradiction itself understanding its unique peculiarities Continue reading “Was the singularity single?: A poem “
When should it be agreeable?: A poem
How is there no water on the moon? And so much on Earth, that there is less land than water; and I am no submersible; And I know this planet is quite alien to me Should I stand and recount how many horizons I’ve sustained here, just for you? And should I believe I need to stretch my hand out Continue reading “When should it be agreeable?: A poem “
I can believe despite the losses: A poem
Whence did this start and end and begin like a fledgling, a cub, a story retold as if the narrative just fills my ears, my glands, my cells, my blood vessels even if the billion stars were just the embodiment of a divine grace that survived time and extinction! I had a knowledge every time I was child Would they be whispers of a timeless magnanimousContinue reading “I can believe despite the losses: A poem “
The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem
I thought my aspiration was a distant country so far flung; that it was almost a never-never land That there were so many boundaries and walls between, that I was bound to be incarcerated somewhere as a trespasser. And should I spend my waning years imprisoned and despairing that there are no destinations to reach; to embrace the birdsContinue reading “The fire I wanted came with all that water; so, I moved on: A poem “