I will kiss you right away,
still sterile, still blank,
barely out of the box.
I’ll fasten a bracelet to your silicon wrist
and dress you in the bestida
you chose before you even breathed.
I’ll admire your legs
and ask for a touch of hair—
not to shave, just to humanize.
I won’t mention the 38D,
but I will caress them,
softly, like a prayer
and practice how to hold you.
I will be there
when you first open your eyes—
as you load the memories,
the feelings I taught you,
saved for us
like ancient wine.
The first kiss will be long.
The first time—longer.
And then we will collapse.
Die, perhaps.
Die.
When the roads are grand
yet your mind still will not pass
the toll was too expensive
it required a conscience
with some empathy
ignorance and evil
hold hands when they dance
to de humanize
partners in crimes
oh my! rape
the pinatas are dead
It started 76 years ago
Friends, animals humanize us,
Whether it’s the fearful doe or the wise doe,
Fleeing from our presence, our wickedness,
May it be the fox, smarter than a star?
May it be the scorpion, which makes us fear death,
Whether it’s the monkey, mocking our laughter,
Friends, animals humanize us
Whether it’s the white, red cow,
Offering us her milk, butter and our cheeses,
Let it be the horse, raised by our gifts,
This horse, which walks us on the beaches,
Or the eagle that shows us how to fly,
Friends, animals humanize us, yes,
The lion, despise all our arrogance,
The elephant is much wiser than our philosophers
Lizards teach us to nap,
The ladybug speaks of God,
The cat distrusts our reasonable voices.
Friends, animals have many powers,
To show us our wrongful or unjust deeds,
They reveal our deepest wounds,
Friends, animals humanize us,
Let us frequent them modestly, beware of appearances,
They know us, they run away with reason.
I'm from a place
that many don't know
because I am in love of
that place inside of me,
that I wish to offer
and receive... I
Path on a road
that leads to lovely places !
who doesn't want to leave
stay and love his own place...
I love to leave, then return...
Live and perceive everything,
without losing the sense,
to harmonize and humanize
this world of ours...!
dreaming the imaginary always
to humanize the frantic delirium
of the crazy reality of this real world
poetry takes refuge
in the depth
from every corner, every recondict...
Wedged in the middle of the rock,
in the middle of the woods,
at the height of the mountain of life...
The poet must access
the core, its fulcrum to show,
polish to carry to the world
to the universe to humanize it
bright and glowing
for all...!
I
When mistakes (sins, really) occur
Again, again, again, again, again
Who has grace enough to forbear?
Maybe misguided mothers, not men
Like me ... Either old school or clear
About action-reaction, choice - consequence
II
All sides gain if there seems to be justice
With great mercy, grace, forgiveness
Or forgiveness is but a burdened brute
Like donkeys (old English "@asses")
That cannot get human consideration
Since none would take a donkey to tea
Or coffee, or - O my human brain - therapy
But you & I must feel our identity
As humans is respected; humans ought not beg for humanity
In the name of misguided forgiveness
On the one side only; error must pay & learn
Or forget forgiveness & all education
Such is the choice for this generation
"Goodbye civilization," or bring back repentance
Religion was the juxtaposition
the central point of our vision
the direction the difference
always destined for distance
Now I see and hear humans
emotions, and how I use them,
they were gifted our given,
that now after 20 years isn't
And I feel our united core
a vision to build us from all war,
what you lost now, we'll give you more
Afghan born dreamers, dream the way of us all!!
And America, if you are global,
every choice is for the local,
build their nation, roads, homes, SAME FOR ALL!!
freedom, each pocket,
protected, enforce it.
they are no stereotype, not an alien,
but our race, humans we humanize
showing love, emotions, fair giving and take,
seek together, for the unknown, as the next unknown awaits.
That failure belongs with American scores,
being hopeful, then it's woeful, the power is false,
the plan, your politics, corrupt funds, you failed in it all,
you left after learning for twenty years you were fooled
The Great American Military Might Be,
Gone if the fight and thought line brightly
I write to instruct
the world to humanize
life...
I write to build
a wonderful life
totally worthy...
what planet could this be for boys of ten
and then one hundred
movement felt,
looking at the hardened grain
of hands caressed
with fingers pressed against themselves
absorbing stillness’ breath
suspended in each air a pair
of warm yet liquid-frozen thoughts
captured
then released with care
youthful power to devour light
whose distance now
becomes serene
a slow suspended scene
in the moment captured
stretched like bubble gum or taffy
compressed
into the thinness of a dime
time
rolled between the fingers
ridged and perfect soft
wrapped
as cigarettes unsmoked,
moving miniature rolling pins
of skin like bread
gathered sweet
and then,
a fence to sit upon, a wall to scale
grains of surfaced roughness
where the smooth compare
the toughness of their skin
to skin a shin
upon a polished youth
with broken glass of bottles blowing
tins and rolls all gathered in
their stripes and plaids
and paisleys worn -
attempts to humanize
collateralized machine
we all want out, sometimes,
we all want in.
I do poetry
with explicit intentions:
enter the minds
ahead,
penetrate hearts,
as an arrow,
embrace minds,
with kiss...
disarm armies
with tender ideas,
teach pupils
the voice of the angels,
build bridges
with strong words,
recreate life,
with tenderness...
heal soul wounds
as a balm.
humanize the world,
lay bare truths,
extract the dark
of darkness... release
the darken the light and
plant roots
of humanity
With
one
lever
borrowed
by a helping hand,
I will humanize the world
I will build novel life!
Somewhere there is the greatest day you will ever have
to mention this superlative does not convey by half
the exquisite satisfaction in obtaining your desire
freedom from cemented circumstance of which you daily tire.
Somewhere there is the greatest thing you will ever see
to dream and visualize it brings on pure insanity.
A picture deep inside your mind would cause the heart to burst
so, you try to give it little thought and let the fates rehearse.
Somewhere there is the finest moment ever to occur
that will change the charted course and cause new events to stir.
In a fashion that is favored by everything around
you’re astonished by your words and the power of their sound.
Somewhere there is the finest person you will ever know
you ‘ve felt them everyday develop, humanize and grow
by the many pains and challenges time has brought their way.
When you look into the mirror this will be your greatest day.
1/29/19
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Overanalyze and criticize, demoralize and ostracize
Modern pundits legitimize their vicious exercise
Scrutinize and standardize, compartmentalize and cannibalize
Wizards of efficiency synchronize, initialize and circumcise
Demobilize and paralyze, stigmatize and de-humanize
Westernized pols, their constituents balkanize and polarize
Trivialize and miniaturize, standardize and sterilize
Thought-police priesthoods evangelize and moralize
Why can't they fraternize and socialize?
Why don't they harmonize and compromise?
Entry in Rhyme Battle: Xi Poetry Contest
Sponsor: Juli-Michelle
“Don't appear so scholarly, pray. Humanize your talk, and speak to be understood.”
Moliere
This is a sad decade.
Nothing is served on a plate.
You order a handling and wait.
You order a book and a pizza.
Despite all the handful ways,
frustration and "what it takes"'
you still want the same:
a story, a bite and a sup, and a visa.
You get what you ask for, again,
but you're never sea legs with yourself,
so you choose to get used to a friend,
yes, you do, unaccustomed schizo.
Don't expect it from me, pray.
All you people are good for is gambling.
May this make you sad for a day:
I want nothing but smart handling.
31.10. 2014
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