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Time dissolved ambedo trance
Indulgence in ache of melancholy
Feeling each nuance of this death dance
Heart suffering therein before soul exits slowly
Bubbles of ego delusion having roots in identity
Burst noiselessly in the void of inner stillness
For a moment, ripples scarred serenity
Soul restoring radiant blissfulness
Innate is our playful innocence
Feeling contrast of love and discord
At our core shines God’s self-luminescence
Revealed upon severing off ego attachment cord
There is no burden that we need to here carry
We are free to flow like the morning breeze
With love aligned, head and heart marry
Throb of life, gently hold and release
23-February-2022
the world’s gotten mean, kid—
meaner than the bars I used to crawl out of
at sunrise, smelling like the floor.
people walk around cracked open,
their nerves sparking like bad wires,
no poetry in them—
just pressure,
just the long slow squeeze
of bills and broken dreams
and the ghosts of their own childhoods
gnawing holes in the drywall.
and children—
God, children—
they come in soft,
wide-eyed,
trusting the hands that lift them.
they don’t know those hands
were taught fear like a mother tongue,
taught rage by example,
taught silence instead of help.
you ask why they kill them?
because some people were born
with their souls already limping.
because the world doesn’t fix
what it breaks.
because desperation is a tunnel
without an emergency light
and no exits stamped “mercy.”
and reincarnation—
yeah, that’s a dice game
played in the dark,
the table sticky,
the dealer crooked.
if there’s a next time,
you don’t get a chance
to peek through the blinds
and see who’s waiting to raise you—
you just tumble in,
headfirst,
hoping the landing isn’t
another bad story,
another tragedy printed in ink
too black to wash off.
but maybe—just maybe—
somewhere the wheel stops,
and a kid lands in a house
where the shouting is laughter,
where hands hold
instead of hurt.
until then,
the world keeps spinning,
and all we can do
is write it down,
light a smoke,
and hope like hell
that somebody, somewhere,
learns how to love
before the dice roll again.
now is not the time
i will send you home with that pretty smile of yours
know that i had a good time and that i really enjoy the pleasure of your company
in life, roads can be an unexpected parent that only you can hear
i have taken too many wrong exits, and i ended up in the many wrong places at many bad times
because of the familiar destination experience where i spent many a lonely night, i choose to keep this here cordial and cool
now is not the time
let's just continue to discover each other slowly and let God do the rest of the work
let me walk you to your car, give you a soft kiss on the cheek, and bid you goodnight
A devastating fire, an incendiary flame.
heartless heat dissolves the skin of the innocent.
Thick smoke enshrouds the burning performance.
She cannot help but to feed the beast.
To give in to the power of its haughty remarks.
She cannot flee the scene.
All exits aflame, she must take the blame.
She has not caused a scene, she has not raised her voice.
She doesn't know why, but she has no choice
But to knock herself down, put her heart in a box
The flames surround her, inching near
She has practiced for years to hide her fears
Turn mental anguish into just a bad day
Fire encroaches upon her, she tries to fight back
But mostly she listens
The crackling almost sounds like a monologue
Paragraphs begin to burn her skin
She inhales hatred and lies
Unable to breathe as she in engulfed
It burns her chest and comes upon a glass box
It is no match, stronger than her will to extinguish words with maturity
maybe she could have seen the fire coming
Developed a steel heart, but she was too late
She is weak, on the ground, close to giving up
She begins to believe that she started the fire
Maybe she held a match to friendship
Torturing the ones she loved the most
Maybe she cracked a window
Opening the gates of conversation
She was defeated, words beginning to bruise her body
Sticks and stones may break her bones, but words will always hurt her.
She can only see destruction, noticing that everyone has gotten to safety
She is left alone with only flames to calm her nerves.
Although her heart is burnt beyond repair
She still searches for a reason, what actually started the fire
It seems she will never have an answer
Prisoner Of Language
Will time live eternal
or just its retelling
A prisoner of language
whose paradox mined
Dimension in contrast
ill-fated contrition
To look but not touch
—and hope they align
(Rosemont College: December, 2023)
Through A Vacuum
Biologically tethered
time is the demon
Your flesh and your blood
by nature defined
Each tic of the clock
your heart beats in cadence
Dogmatic in method
caught up in the brine
What if your consciousness
took a leap forward
Abandoning reference
erasing the lines
Polarity exits
its jail through a vacuum
Releasing reversing
—becoming sublime
(Rosemont College: December, 2023)
Starting Over
Dig up the foundation
requestion each premise
Wade through the bathwater
the baby must go
A leap when it’s quantum
still subject and object
Fly out of the portal
—rejecting what’s known
(Rosemont College: December, 2023)
The spy and the slave, worked to make the world domination of the King. One world order, under the King, making many fall to the knee.
The King was working a long-term plan, they had seeded for years and was waiting for the harvest, of all the crops he had planted. Making many not see the plan.
The King made a ring of people, and had them spy on the going on in each location. Like the birds in the sky, each slave was made to spy on the current events of the day.
The spy and the slave, worked together making a list of each person, making the attack easier when the moment became available.
The spy and the slave, worked building a community and network to have in place, making no way to run when they came.
They closed all the exits, for people to run, making the situation become very serious.
The people were caught off guard because they lacked knowledge of what was coming. They placed their trust with people who lacked any kind of knowledge.
The King made his broadcast, and off they went, using social media to connect, and bend people to his will. Using words of love to lure people into the King, but really their was no love he had to give.
The King was clever using words to bend people to his will, using love to lure and grooming making many fall under his power. Like a sword, words can make a cut that can separate people from their life.
Many died and some became slaves, having fallen from all the failures to secure.
Lifting prayers to God, today and always. May we never become slaves to any King.
Benefits for all pass through his desire
he can’t even share a match stick of fire
he’s attracted to everything fresh
only then can he let go the old flesh
owning not the best cake- he can’t understand
circulation beginning not from him hurts- he can’t withstand
he was asked at gun point “your money or your life”
unbelievably! He said “My wife”
So into himself that he forgets to write a will
even about to go, he isn’t sensitive to anyone’s bill
the people will rejoice at his funeral
b’cos to the soil he’s now a mineral
by then, he exits with nothing
And will leave everyone with something
#Repetition_of_irremediable_calamity
Stare the dark gloomed space of shooting casanovas, blurred with shades of karma, coated with deja vu, I was here the mind says, my hands mired with more dirt, contaminating my hard work and effort to never to pass through this hind streets of lingering pain and regrets, a rotational oozing of ghostlike tormenting shadows of my yesterday, and feel pacing in slow motion in this circles of no exits, no matter the effort pores punches all over my hope, feel drowning, suffocating and my soul ebbing, dilating in volumes I can't contain any further
My calamity takes everything out of me, regret there be nothing to identify me with, after it's taking, invisible blows shatters me from every direction, how can I not give in when I too was made from the very dust of this earth, a human like the rest
Here I'm tested to never rise again or to man up and prove the naysayers and those who have written me off even before my birth, spirit lead my me to faith without borders, pass me a riffle to eleminate every doubt before me, face up, faith on, and irremediable is just a word in my calamity
#Poetic_Ink
POETRY
What
is poetry
is it me
with thee
upon this page
sharing
a moment
of mine,
now a moment
of thine
co-joined
unspoken
yet real
somewhat
surreal yet
for a while
here
understood
peer to
peer
no,let imagination fly
to..
exits of the ordinary;
let ambiguity cry
where..
hides the paradox;
let enigma lie
unsaid..
'guised in masquerade;
let euphony whisper
breaths..
of symphony;
let assonance
slow..
yet,not dwell;
let my verse
show..
but never tell
so
Will
you take my hand
and voyage with me
upon this ship
discovery;
Will
you come aboard
and sail a sea
of uncharted waters,
fancy-free;
Will
you explore new sounds,
discover a place
unknown,with unique
imagery;
Will
you close your eyes,
let the canvas unfold,
and imagination pen..
poetry?
Listen to me read this poetry on youtube under the name ichthyschiro
"Good Morning," she says with a smile that can light up a room.
I return her greeting and then we both continue our commute,
and that's the end of our conversation and interaction
until she arrives at her train station destination,
whereupon she once again smiles radiantly in my direction
and with a final good bye nod to me she exits the train at her station.
Her simple act of kindness starts my day always very welcoming.
It is one of the highlights of my day.
Physically and mentally exhausted is how I end every workday.
I wanted to thank this friendly stranger, but I should have left it alone.
This highlight of my day has gone away,
disappeared, vanished, gone,
and all because I couldn't leave well enough alone.
"For you," I said handing her a greeting card as she left the train.
Thanking me she departed. Since then things haven't been the same.
Now we rarely make eye contact. If we do it's awkward and quick.
One of the highlights of my day has all gone to ****.
I guess my thank you was received under the wrong impression.
In the greeting card I wrote the following inscription;
"I just want to take this opportunity to say
that when your pretty face and lovely smile greet me each day
that it is one of the highlights of my day.
Thank You,
for sending a little sunshine over my way.
My Very Best Wishes To You Always."
I just wanted to thank her and share my sincere appreciation,
but now I find myself asking myself the same question;
"What did I do that was so wrong?"
Oh yeah, now I remember.
I just couldn't leave well enough alone.