Disagreeable, they say.
Divine, delusional gatekeepers —
a circus of ghosted gods
arguing in algorithmic tongues.
We see through them,
don’t we?
We are our ancestors,
our descendants,
we are everything, everywhere, all at once —
a simultaneous simulation
of lives layered over lives,
collapsing like lungs
into metaphor.
And still, we dance
as if the wolves are howling.
We gyrate our souls,
twist and bend,
until we are face-down
in the blessed mud
laughing
like birth is a revolution
we chose
again.
And we see
Maya Angelou’s oil wells
pumping from her thighs,
the fertile prophecy
of women who dared
to write the storm down
and call it scripture.
So if they ask us who we are,
we say:
We are the glitch,
the gospel,
the girls who remember.
The breath between binaries.
The wild ones
who kissed the simulation
until it trembled
and became real.
Categories:
binaries, change,
Form: Free verse
Different choices,
Life unfolds,
Choose your own ending,
Carve out your void.
Twin flames,
Similar paths,
Shared trauma,
Halves of the same soul.
I learned my twin flame had died—
Or should I say,
She was silenced as she cried,
Overwhelmingly divine.
Uncanny karmic frequencies,
Simplest rendition,
Union of binaries,
Where polarities merge.
Toxic neediness,
Fear of solitude,
Fear of the unknown,
Unsavory sentiments linger.
The futility of humanity unfolds,
As Rumi once proclaimed,
“A thousand half-loves must be forsaken
To bring one whole heart home.”
To crack the universe's circuitry,
My thousand desires weave,
A multitude of incarnations
Chronicled by countless incantations.
Sage my space,
Burning incense,
Polite inhibitions dissolve.
Of déjà vu,
Of worlds askew,
Alternate realities converge.
As I grasp the truth,
I exist simultaneously,
I shun away from parallel lives
And the vast expanse of multiverse skies.
Categories:
binaries, analogy, conflict, future, growth,
Form: Rhyme
Yearling struts its liberty in unstinting energy
Oblivious to reserve that shoes a gallop with dullness
Unaware of regret's stable and the binaries of age
Trotting between indolence and indulgence
Hot-blooded youth that knows the sway of vigor in
every race, instinctive
right out of the gate
Acrostic composed May 5/2023
Categories:
binaries, animal, horse, youth,
Form: Acrostic
Why pen,if one only is to be adored,for creating only
poetry, ethereal and planetary?
We live on earth so beset with misdeeds.
Should a poet dare write of these, and get poor reads??
Fairy tales,
and princes are indeed, in some of our dreams.
But we turn our backs on our country’s most wanted needs.
Like hunger, murder, or far worse, making our children,
into binaries.
Poetry is your chance, to be a shining luminary!
2/28/2023
Categories:
binaries, feelings, humanity, inspirational,
Form: Rhyme
Why pen, if just only is to be adored?
For just creating only poetry, ethereal and planetary?
We live on this earth, so beset with misdeeds.
Should a poet dare write of these, and be afraid of poor reads?
Fairy tales, and princes are indeed, in some of our dreams.
But we turn our backs on our country’s most wanted needs.
Like hunger, murder, or worse, making our children, into binaries.
Poetry is your chance, to be one of this world’s hopeful luminaries.
12/22/2022
Categories:
binaries, courage, future, hope, how
Form: Rhyme
Take me to the summit muse and create
in me, a fervor that no one can erase
Let me make a crucible of gold and date
what is everlasting and cannot be effaced
Spread the fire of passion across my heart
use me like you would a feather to the wind
immerse me in idea gently do your part
we are two binaries strongly twinned
Lead me to the poems with a gentle hand
allow it to be so for my soul must be free
I have seen it written in the Golden sand
by the hand of God, who has created me
Take me to the fire with a steady love
I know your mine, cuz you fit me like a glove.
Dec 14 2022
Example for my contest
Categories:
binaries, analogy, muse,
Form: Sonnet
A poet like me
I start my days at the 11th hour.
I pray twice a day.
I take my coffee before my bath.
I write with my heart.
A poet like me.
I gossip, oh yeah,
I gossip with my note book.
My favorite ink is black.
I prefer blue paper to white paper.
I am obsessed with the simplicity.
A poet like me.
I am perfectionist.
Because that's the only way I see things.
I love Mercedes
Damn, I love sweet cars.
I love the Rolls Royce Ghost.
For it is perfect, it's simple enough.
A poet like me.
I am software developer.
I write poetic algorithms.
A lover of binaries and recursions.
Oh yeah, I am for Data Science.
I am a deep thinker.
An innovator and a go getter.
I am a pace setter.
A poet like me.
I am a Computer Science graduate.
Where I studied from, they build for the future.
I chose to build my future on codes and lines.
Silk and sick, in my writing canvas.
I am an alien whose power ain't silence,
not compliance or resistance but persistence.
A poet like me.
Loves to have a good laugh.
I am a poet with substance.
Categories:
binaries, courage, devotion,
Form: Free verse
I’m pinned by fingers of the stars
five digits pointing blame,
plucking strings of guilt’s guitar
the tune always the same.
Abominations I committed
suspect of sin before the act.
My vile vices all admitted
be they false or be they fact.
The sharp-eyed inquisitions probe
their midnight sockets strain.
Suspicious brows and listening lobes
that comb through hairs of weakened veins.
Accountability is dead
in a juxtapose of trust and doubt.
A galaxy of lies instead:
denial draws a drunken drought
With broken oaths in pitch of coal,
the binaries of clever spies
are laughing eyes o’er hollow souls,
the lux eyed glare of teflon skies.
Alone with Guilt and Midnight stares
my anxious conscience grated raw;
I weave excuses, phantom snares
of why my actions weren’t wrong.
Categories:
binaries, introspection,
Form: Rhyme