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I open the jar of poems like a bottle of whiskey on a long night,
where the poet's whispers are raw and direct, a course of love in four acts,
obsessions and (un)blamable loves writhe like cigarette smoke in the room,
and we laugh blue, like ink spilled on a dirty table.
I swallow the silence like a bitter shot,
place spring in my steps, like a season crucified on the pyre of colors,
we find ourselves in the sea of rediscovery,
where weeping brushes shed their tears on leaves,
and frowning clouds mock the horoscope of coming days.
You propose a love-test to me, like a diagnosis of a weary heart,
a surgeon of emotions searching through the darkness of the soul,
and a concert in two begins softly,
a symphony of love with rebellious strands and stellar amalgams,
when you smell of stars and drawings come to life on the dusty sidewalk.
We invent seasons, my breath becomes freckles in the rhythm of love,
a tangram of mad silences, a puzzle of existence,
each piece of tranquility fitting into the chaos of the everyday, like a lost day.
The spiriverse carries us into a world of psychospirituality in verses,
a universe breathing and living through each harsh rhyme,
lessons flow like venom sold at life's corners,
thoughts like iron filings sneaking into the night,
a radio suspending its melody at the corner of silence's mouth,
lights struggling to break free, words parked at destiny's traffic light,
where is the congruence in a world where death is the color of chestnuts?
Dreaming becomes a refuge in the realm of revelation,
Nefertiti chases us through the desert with helium thoughts,
the galaxy sleeps in an octave of love,
let me love you to the depths,
let's step out of our comfort zone,
running through subtleties and handicaps,
seeking our place in a universe for just us two,
a universe waiting to be discovered in every verse of brutal reality.
A HAIBUN Doublet
A HAIBUN DOUBLET
An empty space,filled by light brings simplicity to life,the empty heart,fills with pain,
cries out why,again,again,and still the emptiness remains;Simplicity forgotten
in complexity will drown,darkness overwhelms the mind,despair see nought,with eyes blind;light fills up the empty space and illumes the vacant place,hope blots out disappointment as my emptiness relents.
Within the soul of my experience unconscious seeds of tomorrow's joy, awaiting the warmth of encouragement lay dormant,seeking inspiration's light; Times,past,times present,amalgams of verse Unshaped,until imagination's birth,burst from the spring of my maturity
spring rain today
how green my memories-
ah I live again
Singularity brings forth clarity
on which imagination then flies free.
You may hear me recite this haibun and much of my PS anthology on youtube under my pen name ichthyschiro
Catch my short form poetry @strandpoet on youtube
All thorns seek turning toward the white cloud
To bloom in some green blue and pink flower
And feel the touch of human black eyes loud
Or become leaves moistened in the shower
So do sinners as their compensation
To look like the blue sky and smile likewise
But to most it is a remote ocean
A few can get those crystals of peace ice
This way some may be like Saint Teresa
Others remain both a saint and sinner
As dictated by their amygdala
Some seek healing some himself a healer
We are amalgams of sinner and saint
A black and orange in an image quaint
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28/10/2016
Words,verbs,adjectives,aimless,past times made present, amalgams of verse unshaped,until imagination's birth bursts from the spring of my maturity to awake,arise as ideas and fly free on imagination's unfettered wings ,blown to and fro to settle where they will with nowhere to hide, buried deep within long forgotten dreams until becoming clear ,as words floating like petals on a stream;a fragrance that lingers within, as a passage of light to my soul, inspiration to make me whole.. delineated as a pattern of thought ,a ribbon of inspiration as a verse.
Suh tumultuous discussions within ,these images strive for life just as a new-born wriggles from the womb. I merely provide the mute, as multiplied, thoughts trained by the subconscious becomes a workaday drama.The inner made outer.Inherent originality conceived,perceived,crystallised, beneath the now ..in relief.