language — the threshold of the universe
tracing hidden membranes
each word, ganglion
where starlight settles into semantic scaffolding.
we are nerve-endings
where it shivers into tongue
quickening drum of chest.
white space exhales corona-fire
self expands, exoplanetary —
each firing a solar flare
reaching stellar drift
where rift becomes gift.
body tessellates —
flesh dreaming treillage sleep
deep in dendrite-forest
the universe yore-wakens
never separate.
intimacy resurfaces —
lowercase, unannounced
sharp as transistor-click
the universe leans closer —
a soft swirl into wrist and star.
the last synapse
burns backward through fuse
recognition in wristwire
recognition in starlace.
the universe
inscribes first
hieroglyphic axiom.
Cancer carves fear on the soul
Marking the life in black grief, dread
Words like hope, the cancer stole
But we’re holding onto Him by a thread
Cancer inscribes a panic into life,
Distress, so anxious and apprehensive
Words like faith, might end each strife
Oh, this disease puts me on the defensive
Cancer writes worry through each dream
Darkening the spirit with heartbreak
It feels so terrifying – I could just scream!
God surely knows all that is at stake
Cancer engraves tears into the believer
Silencing the prayers so softly spoken
God will soon destroy this dark deceiver
And quiet the heart who has been broken!
Cancer pens heartbreak in my prayer
While I reach for the light in the shadows
Knowing, deep down, He is always there
While I can’t understand, He always knows
Cancer marks the heart with tears
Pouring salt into the wounds – such grief
But God blesses away all the fears
With His gentle spirit, oh such sweet relief
Liberty
Declaration is Treason
Ravaged structure haven't I found?
Living dwelling matter beneath worth
As speech inscribes duty?
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Don't call it fever.
Listen
it was a phrase
crystallized in time,
suspended in the air
between us.
Feel how flesh cannot lie
when language
inscribes itself in blood
in a tongue
we never learned to speak.
Because we can't comprehend the future
It is easy to say it does not exist
Until tomorrow
Then tomorrow will come for the alive
Consolidating yesterday’s activities
Strengthening the will
The results seen drive actions of the next day
Which inscribes it on the DNA
For the future
But the past, present and the future are in now
Tomorrow is created today
It's about choice
By tomorrow you harvest today's investments
From the thoughts, words & actions
Since that day in life
Seeds may grow to blossom.
And fruits that came to us freely.
May go to feed the next generation.
The steppingstones of legacy
When it is time to die, we may discover.
That we had never fully lived,
Legacy inscribes as success or failure,
for others to follow what we leave.
Responsibility and influence
we place in the hands of others,
the principles that we embrace.
Become memories beyond our lives.
Each person leaves an inheritance.
And cultivate an awareness of existence.
Music can only be heard one way,
words have a different refrain
Melody imprisoned by note and score,
what’s written when read apt to change
The ear a prisoner to the composer’s delight,
to listen—a captive within
But reading the lines that a poet inscribes
ever changing—each time you begin
(Dreamsleep: January, 2021)
For my love is now
Every moment counts
As we take our vow
Cupids on their mounts
Kisses will endow...
Love eternal
Orchestral vibes
Spice nocturnal
Desire inscribes...
Love is held
In our hearts
Unexcelled,
You are
My love,
Now!
May.10.2020
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Her sojourn in the wild
Her sojourn in the wild
Packed in her reverie
Doting the scent of love
Muffled up with old melodies and
Few muffins to eat
Those hushed leaves made most hissing
If ever one's heart could hear it
The breeze witnessed her traces
The dampen soil inscribes
She won't come home
Darkness of Sturm und Drang
Darkness of Sturm und Drang
When you gotta fight with your own fated yarn
Dark persuades your shadow
Sheds your mortal mass
And gore inscribes the merciless nights
Sins like gems carved in my chest
Crucify me
I'll resurrect; soon, sooner!
Darkness of Sturm und Drang
Erupts like the lava
Gushed out to reach the penniless heart
Wide on those paddy fields
And lunar eclipse ornate the ether
Sprog witnesses the colleen in greyed
On branches she keeps swinging
Haunting the critters at bay
He sincerely heeds to her yarn each night
And nap in her lap!
my Goddess entwines
love and the kind
of encouragement
worthy of Thor
on a pedestal of pure
Athenian marble
she inscribes
my tablet
chipping away
a bit everyday
the imperfections
are revealed with time
molding this rock
as malleable clay
with the hands of a sculptor
divine
and with the patience of Job
in negligee
she polishes blemish
away
earth and life are symbiotic
poisoning one destroys two
believing not betrays
the host that takes an oath
Ascending above sanctum of horizon, a dawn inflames the effulgent rays,
Enlightening daybreak as embers of light set the scarlet morning ablaze
Projecting golden beams on hushed venues, in beatific style, not seen in a while,
Glittering on grass in vivid dewdrops, glinting ornamental autumnal smile.
Riding the path of shortened days, marigold passions eloquently evoke
Enchanting colors of resplendent meadows--sensuous vibes tenderly stoke
When traversing upon a vibrant blue-arc, solar-noon invokes seasons warm
Where cumulus clouds stroll the meridian, amid nary a sign of rainy storm.
Seeking affinity of ruby dusk, a spectrum inscribes on gilded evening skies
Iridescent emotions in colors of romance, pleasing desires of amorous eyes
As falling leaves waltz, in leisurely dance, attuned to song of sunset breeze
Descending slowly with vanishing sun, in forlorn shudders of barren trees.
October 28, 2019
Poem of the day on October 30, 2019
Placed 3rd: Strand special 2 by Brian Strand
Awakening my zeal, smiles hazy morning
Taking leisurely walk in nature's daydream
Advancing slowly into dense fog's retreat
As sun's orange glow on the horizon rises.
Shining dew refracts in golden sunrise
Attracting rose blooms to admiring eyes
As buoyancy roams on butterfly wings
In perfumed ambiance breezy air brings.
Panoramic is ruby scene blowing in winds
Swaying tall trees on forest green hills
Floating sights gently on wavy blue waters
Rowing fluid emotions on cerulean dreams.
Humid air revolves uplifting misty clouds
Harboring dark, flashing thunderous sparks
Raining on our ardor primed for romance
Causing hesitation of sensuous thoughts.
But emergence of rosy sky invites us back
As spectrum of colors inscribes the skyline
Evoking desires in remnants of raindrops
Holding me spellbound, courting your heart.
June 22, 2019
Placed 1st: Strand select E contest by Brian Strand
WINDOW ON THE WORLD
My mind born free, like the autumn wind
it blows gently across the flushing meadow,
touching the petals of the flowers it finds
with expressive love in its whisper mellow.
Butterflies bring the tune of adoring whisper
to my heart vibrant in crescendo of emotion.
Rhythm of words inscribes it in rhyme on paper,
it becomes a poem, heart’s craving creation.
That’s when I’d open up like the dawn sky
where if as clumps of cloud you fly free
you’d then know me, discern what am I,
in the colors of my horizon you’d find me.
The hues of love would drape my poetry,
a window on the world it’d open for you.
An imagery of times and people you’d see,
the beauty of life it’d bring in your view.
September 20, 2018.
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Free Fall
How dare I have the confidence to doubt your misery and such despair
Everything will be fine but where is the everything that matters
The foundation of this world has fallen when rock bottom seemed enough
Void inscribes the Self the World and Future and words amount to Nothing
You’re not in charge of this one step too far with life at odds with freedom
Jump not please as the water beneath suspension is cold weary and forever
All I can do is hold your hand offer my embrace and share what’s left
But if the numb resolve is willing to refuse to let go this very moment
I trust that maybe not for sure but possibly something is left for you to cherish
22th July 2018
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