I never shed a tear, nor did I fear!: A poem 

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 “

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 “