Charlie Kirk shot dead
America’s soul, bled
Red, the color of conversation
~ absent communication
strangely for you, i am yours.
odd defiance of the greatest,
my body craving what your hunger lay.
trace my ache with your warmth,
fiercely dissolve it under your tongue.
wishes upon the stars
on the river where dogs bathe,
wailed in agony within this realm
this realm of your embrace
i do love you, i do unravel
like fixtures of the skylight burning my skin,
a ticket to the sun in itself as a gift
undiscovered
—
tragically for you, i am yours.
screams of agony under the willow tree,
bled into the snow covered ground.
darts of misfortune piercing your skin,
fixed towards your unbroken fixture.
frightening darkness fleeting above you,
all the stars have died along with your last breath.
spontaneous lament sprayed among the graveyard,
built for your gracious grieving.
you do love, you do unravel.
heavenly kiss from above,
travelled around the sun in search for your lips
discovered
a grayscale conversation
she believes she is witty
I listen to her mediocre words
dimly depressing and predictable
We were parallel walking
she asked if I found [famous person] attractive
I sucked a thoughtful tooth (as if)
and said I'm not one to fawn over
minor celebrities
she said fawn I said yes fawn
But if [famous person] was here now
I'd attach myself to her legs and let her
drag me through the mud
like an I don't know what
the metaphor failed me. She said
Like a dangleberry.
I don't know what you mean, and obv.
which is short for obviously
as an alpha male I am not one to submit
to be dragged away anyway and yet
in this instance [famous person] would have to
beat me off, stop it, that's enough now
I mean her magnificent legs which
in this unlikely scenario I have attached myself to
remember
Honestly, I wish I'd never started this
she said me too
and that was that
for the rest
of our walk
I sat next the guy who sat to that"ole Gal"
that night that they talked it over.
Over and Over again
they talked about it.
I heard words of love
and endearing concerns.
They talked about everything
from frustations to ferns
they spoke of the need to understand
and a bneed to know more
one things for sure
they talked it out.
See what is worth mentioning
in all this constant tentioning
were it needed explaination
it turned up straightened
they talked it over
they talked it over
so that all could understand
hold on Mister
the lady has a point
stand up for
yourself
get out in front
don't hide behind your woman
her needs have been addressed
you got the first part
now lt's finsh this rest
the contract is negocated
so to all concerned
we have one signuture
it's the other parties turn
there it
we should all stand and appluad
thank you all for your
pateince
now lets thank the LOrd!
being easygoing has its advantages
but a framing of how life is processed
helps establish rules of conduct
when relationships are in the making
clarify expectations
say what you mean
and mean what you say.
clarity of ideas
well expressed thoughts
precision of words
understanding what works
and what doesn’t ~
life not a crap shoot
improve the odds
take charge
be in the driver’s seat
AP: Honorable Mention 2025
Cool green wind
Intertwined with trees
Keys it removes
May be in the grooves
Session is over
Blows from here to there
Shifting to balcony
Picking up pink smell
From the fewer spells
Monsoon rain here
Sharing wet clouds
Shouts the large rooster
Hey, where are you all
Calling the guitar
Stars from the strings
Rings the doorbell
Smell of lavender
Meandering long hair
Layered chatting session
Aroma in the chair
A cup of tea
_________
26 June 2025
Conversation With Relatives
Today, I feel an intense resolve. About two years ago, family members frequently shared news of someone's passing—whether it was from the village or someone I had once known. During those conversations, I would tense up and firmly request that they refrain from calling with bad news.
Death is a constant reminder, glaring at us from our calendars.
I recall a time when my neighbor had called to inform me that someone was outside my door, dressed in black, was banging on it.
My immediate thought was that the Angel of Death was seeking me out. In these pandemic days, he is everywhere, like an Amazon Prime van overshadowing UPS trucks.
While the world faces shutdowns, some individuals refuse to take it seriously.
They blatantly reject the vaccines, either out of selfishness or fear of death. It's essential to acknowledge that death will claim us all; poets write about it because they express truths that other forms of communication often miss.
As Lao Tzu stated, "A man with outward courage dares to die; a man with inner courage dares to live."
My mantra today is to seize each moment and live every day as if it's my last.
Caution around that window, my friend!
What of it now?
It lets you see outside and reflects in.
What of it, then?
Some things once seen must be exhumed.
Why the fuss?
It musn't break for it is strong.
Strength will not cherish it.
It musn't break for it will cut.
Blood trickles as tears.
It musn't break for it shows truth.
Truth outside will not yearn for you.
It musn't break for it reflects your heart.
The heart is not in the glass.
It is! The heart is glass!
Then, have my hammer.
In conversation
the sounds
of her thinking astounds
logic rebounds
argument confounds
rationale knows not bounds
there's no reasoning
with what she expounds
or justification
in that which she propounds
when all facts fail
and reality surrounds
her point of view
tho' it has zero grounds
piled on in mounds
with absurdity she compounds
adding injury to insult
my brain it impounds
traps me wraps me saps my energy
inducing mental lethargy causing total apathy
Poets are the ones who began the conversation, their word paving the way for philosophy,
Parmenides, with his poetry, laid the foundation of thought, bringing philosophy into the light of consciousness,
But then the paths diverged, poets continuing to reveal truth through metaphors and rhythms,
Memory and nostalgia woven into verses, in enjambments that flow continuously,
While philosophy created metaphysical narratives, unraveling with each deep introspection.
Plato banned poets from his Republic, creating a chasm between word and thought,
But it was a short-lived rift, for people prefer the simplicity of poetry,
Over the philosopher's monologue, which stretches like an endless shadow,
Even philosophers saw through the veil of complex jargon,
A language game so esoteric that no one could fully decipher it.
But not the poets, they continued to forge ahead, showing us the liminality of truth,
And we continue to do so, for poetry is breathed and felt,
Like an eagle sensing the weight of the air it never sees,
Only through the delicate dance between clouds and leaves, where truth reveals itself in silence.
Conversation with Satan
– Where is life? What is life? Why must we live?
– For Fate. Every life is a noble life. – Said Satan
– My life is full of suffering. Need to live it? – I asking
– There is no suffering. Do not imagine it. – Replied Satan
– Then, where is life? How can I find? I need to end. – I said
– In your way. – Answered Satan. – Follow the path. – Said dear Satan
– I need help. Please. I am suffering. A lot. My life is in ruins. Your help is off?
Please
Help
Demon
Just
Yours
Satan
Vilmos
Pray for me, brother;
There are words stuck behind my tongue
That I have carried in my heart,
For life can tire the tongue—
Because our moments for words are few.
The world does not welcome words, brother.
I am weary of the heaviness in my eyes,
Though no fault has ever been yours,
Because I am the creator of my own path.
My tired spirit has wept an ocean—
An ocean in a desolate land with ripples,
Perhaps to guide me through Jordan's stream,
Or to lead me in a world of sin and care.
Dear brother, pray!
I am tired of many 'afters'—
I gaze at the stars with a bitter sigh.
I wish I could articulate my fear
Even with my trembling tongue,
Because when I hear, "God is love,"
It feels like a lie.
Some say crucify him
Many said enslave him
Others said neglect him
Few said let's hear from him
They never wanna listen to his messages.
Some say let's rectify him
Many said let's edify him
Others said let's glorify him
Few said no let's nail him
Now some can relate
But they don't want his rule.
He's always prepare
Ready to fight for his right
Defending his personality
He's so fearless and furious
Fiercely facing any opposition.
ME:
Deja vu-
It startles me at times.
Like a mirror, coming before me;
A conversation
An interaction
Almost anything-
Exact in every detail
As I lived it before.
I am mesmerized,
Asking myself-
How does this happen?
COSMOS:
All is saved in the
Mirrored Galaxy of Life.
There are four walls in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
Like a mirror, they safeguard
Your beginning to end
With images from your
Birth,
Childhood,
Adulthood
and Death-
Saved from every second
Of your life in this Universe.
The mirror of your life,
Inside the Gallery of Time
Of the Space-Time Continuum,
Forever and Ever in
Four-Dimensional Space-Time.
ME:
Where somehow, seconds escape
As real-time mirrored rays
To reflect again in my mind?
COSMOS:
Yes.
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