scent of arecibo fruits arouse my nose
inhale hold savor
replay sade lyrics in my ears
listen soothe surrender
traces of r&b notes on my fingertips
raise tap beat
faded photos of birds, butterflies on my body
stare capture embrace
Categories:
arecibo, slam,
Form: Free verse
The Heart
racing insane tick tock
rack your brain fist beating insane
a tool machine
in your body
soul purpose
pump blood
to breathe to live
for life
instead
it’s feeding my soul
not tablespoons teaspoons but mouthfuls
of
butterfly kisses
love songs
hand in hand quivers
birds of Arecibo
rebirth of senses
whispers of mi princesa
foreign gourmet appetite
feels divine
to digest
I need crave body pulsates
for more
butterfly kisses
love songs
hand in hand quivers
birds of Arecibo
rebirth of senses
whispers of mi princesa
keep feeding my soul
Categories:
arecibo, slam, body, senses,
Form: Free verse
Parler en d’autre langues im Gott der Geiste
Ecstatically, I will elaborate.
Not knowing Joel’s visions you suppose
That we are drunk this morn. Don’t be enticed.
Evaluate... wine does not cause this trait.
Commitment to this cause that overthrows
Our roaring lion leads us on. As Christ
So sacrificed for us, we imitate.
Two seven two two octal bits in rows.
Notes on "Pentecost":
The first line starts out in French (English translation = "Speaking in other
languages") and ends in German (English = "in God, the Spirit").
In the last line, the 4 octal numbers (when broken down to binary) have a
sequence of 1’s that form a Roman cross, i.e.
2 = 0 1 0
7 = 1 1 1
2 = 0 1 0
2 = 0 1 0
This was inspired 'picture-message' that was beamed into space by the Arecibo
radio telescope in 1974, with the idea that mathematics would be the ultimate
language.
Categories:
arecibo, devotion, faith, philosophy,
Form: Acrostic