MULTIVERSE ME*
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What if I've lived the exact present I’m living now before,
doesn't it make sense to think of it as though...
there is another part of me in another universe,
going through the same thing?
Should I believe in the multiverse theory,
for I cannot prove that we are not alone.
Should I believe there is a reason why
just because I feel the skies talking to me every night?
Should I believe someone's message is reaching me
through the beams of the moon every night?
My skin soaks in the possibility
like a flower blooming, drawn to the light.
Do you ever think of a time difference
between one universe and the other?
What if I am born here on Earth and after I die,
my soul travels to another universe
and relives the same story?
What if...
I am a piece of my own soul
which is split up and placed
in different universes?
Is this the stuff of science fiction,
or is it non-fictional, a reality waiting to be explored?
*this poem (originally titled "Alterverses") was published in Sci-Fi Stir Fry Anthology, William Mays editor/publisher July 2025.
You only feel the pain when the blood runs true
One more lash opens your heart
Hear the beat
Thumping
I’m inside you
Cruel
But you wanted change
I’m your alter ego
Tearing down your barricades
Against the wall
You scream
It’s what you asked for
Tears and blood
Now I’m the animal
Unashamed you cry
Your pleasure
Naked and bleeding
You place the whip
I release your passion
You want more
Now I’m bleeding
Walking the line
Tortured in mind
You are free
Liberated.
my alter ego
I neither deny nor hide
I let it loose abundantly
Red on the marble floor
a silent witness to the horror
Her blood pools at the altar
a stark testament to my sin
Her body lies lifeless
once so full of grace
Now broken bruised
deprived of love’s embrace
I stand frozen
disbelieving
the weight of what I’ve done
crushing me
A priest’s collar tight around my neck
a smoking gun heavy in my hand
She came to the chapel seeking refuge
seeking solace
She found only death
I was meant to guide her
but instead
I took away her breath
The red at her feet spreads
a stain that no prayer can erase
My footsteps echo loud and hollow
as I flee into the shadows
the shame following close behind
I never meant for this
I swear it wasn’t part of any plan
But now I’m a murderer in the house of God
a broken damned man
They call it a crime of passion
a moment of rage
but those words mean nothing
She’s gone
Her life ended by my hands
and no confession can turn the page
And now here I sit
on death row
counting my final breaths
haunted by the altar I defiled
by the blood I spilled
Her face her voice
they never leave me
My soul is stained
eternally lost
forever chained
to the altar of my hate
I asked my alter ego
Why I’m so tired today?
It says that’s not illegal
Stay tired if you may
I said but I don’t need to
I want some energy
And you don’t seem to do
Any support for me
My alter ego smiled
Calm down you naughty boy
The reason you are tired
Is what you should enjoy
Your working days are over
And everyday’s the same
Your time is going slower
Your thinking’s getting lame
When with a glass of wine in hand
You let the music flow
You’ve lots of energy, my friend
For what you need to know
You’re rolling in exuberance
Filled up with dopamine
And in this dream so many lives
You lived, and still you’re in.
I was a child, peering down,
down into my soul’s abyss,
a sterile kingdom by the Dead Sea.
She was also a child, my loveless alter ego
a glass jar not even half full.
Our love was too vacuous to harbor affection or hope.
My alter ego, Lissa Marie.
She was a child, peering upward, upward,
delving more deeply into my spirit’s stunted reach.
The proverbial babe in the woods was she,
harboring the dour rude awakenings
of the great prophets and sages.
She stirred in me all that is sacred,
and inspired and true.
Yet her flame diminished
into smoldering embers—no Phoenix rising.
She departed as she entered, a demure lady.
She came to me as lady light,
departed as lady death.
I shall retain my love for her, my
alter ego, 'til my last breath
Our souls entwined
Yet the angels show their jealously
So divine was she, coequal.
Her essence upon me,
love worn weary,
I’ve become one
with Lissa Marie.
There it is -
a giant lizard
or is it only
the image of his scrawny neck
with its large bobbing apple
that has misled me?
Yes,
folks can be cruel about appearance,
he might be beautiful on the inside,
but his skin! His eyes
are really black and glassy
and they bulge!
I suspect he actually is
an alien lizard being
he's testing me
making me judge him.
One more
reptilian alien interloper
sent to this planet,
their mission:
just to make me look bad,
but I already look bad.
I've had an 'out of body' experience
So you can't blame me for what I did
My alter ego Oscar perpetrated the crime
To do such a thing I'm too timid
I'm totally innocent of this heinous act
Must have been devoid of all morals
Listen I still do have a few of them left
With that you surely can't quarrel
This heinous act of stealing a kiss
Had crossed my mind a few times
But being the timid soul that I am
Never thought of crossing that line
So I'm not guilty, pleaded nothing wrong
It was Oscar my mischievous friend
Who tends to run amok once in a while
And I'm always having to defend
I make a perfect dry martini,
I read and write and speak Français,
All my suits, and shirts, and shoes are custom-made.
I own a Porsche and Maserati,
A house on Acapulco Bay
With scores of floors of marble tile that's all inlaid.
I have a staff to fetch and carry,
My every wish is their command,
If I drop things, I just leave them where they lay.
All I need do is snap my fingers,
Someone's always close at hand,
And they look after Señor Jim in every way.
I host the most elaborate soirées,
They're in society's upper niche,
On my birthday and, of course, on New Year's Eve,
Where the hoi polloi and high-born
Mingle with the nouveau riche,
And they're all the better for it when they leave.
This all may seem a bit pretentious,
And I don't mean to self-inflate,
For wealth and fame, of course, do not equate with happiness,
But in my dreams my alter ego
Will oftentimes exaggerate
And make seem real what, to be sure, is pure "b..s".
when an alter call
to come we would say you all (ya'll)
must been one more brawl
Together, side by side,
Shoulder to shoulder,
One destination, one path,
Sparkles in our eyes
Winds in our hairs
Two hearts beating as one,
We walked a synchronized walk
At even pace, at an even tempo
Smiles on our lips
Under a brilliant blue sky
with warm spring sunshine
carrying us aloft
on the wings of the breeze,
With love in our hearts
We were poised to soar high,
But then…
One of us went rogue,
became self-conceited,
cocky egomaniac and…
created God;
Fear made the other make the devil;
One created God in his own image,
In his own image the other made the Devil.
~05/08/23
~Contest: A Brian Strand Premiere #1215
A hug means a bit of peace
Inside, forgetting all pain
A fragment of smile.
A hug means arriving of spring
Where bees and flowers absorb
All the attention to loving,
When the moon shares her glowing
Light with a dark night is a hug,
Nothing but love can alter
A cruel heart to a soft lotus.
The course to God It doesn't come through the Priests.
Jesus warned us that false teachers would arise
according to their own convenience
who would transform the method (way),
jumping over the wall to enter the sheep pen (John 10).
The only Shepherd is Jesus
and his consort is the Spirit of Truth he sent.
The principles of the gospel
cannot be replaced by others
at the mercy of the blind leader,
the hypocrite as Jesus said.
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PS translation of Rosangela Astral
BY alkas poetry
A friend on whom you can always depend,
To whom your helping hand you can extend.
To you, he is an oasis in a desert,
In whose company you find yourself unhurt.
In troubled waters, he becomes your anchor;
In financial crisis, he is your reliable banker.
To your earnest requests, he says not ‘no’;
He is ever ready to defend you in one go.
Why all this? He is your alter ego!
FRIENDSHIP Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Beata Agustin
Date: 06-08-2022
First Place
I've done some stupid things
whilst thinking I was smart.
Only on reflection
can I tell us two apart.
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