Finding life; in holograms that only a few can touch : A poem 

Finding life, amid the patterns  of oyster-bedrooms and invisible pearls  in closets that you seldom use  but hide yourself; not because you are not brave  but because everyone else seems to overestimate your enemies!  All your friends you lost, when they stopped calling your name  or thought you were misdirected, when they, themselves, were to blame  And you never thought you were shame,Continue reading “Finding life; in holograms that only a few can touch : A poem “

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 “