Long Firework Poems
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My Cousin Chaos
What cousin incest I am my own chaos
too much unpredictable prediction not to be cosmic
comical maybe the anarchy the drive for comprehension
and so much honest serious hilarious enjoyment
I am related to myself brother in arms mind and legs
on the journey to what where and because of
which fallacious fragmentation reconstructed
polar posited complementing contradictions
She or he who searches seeks the clown jester uncertain certainty
father mother sibling offspring un-othering completion
takes domination pseudo-science’s conjectures
concatenating refutations of the blinding path and vision
The butterfly who flaps the wings the roots to fly
propels the grounded theories of places times
in foresight hindsight blind-sight sentinel sensation
full of telling meaning narrative enlivened imperceptibility
Embraces cuddles rejects rejection rediscovers lost
and lonely loving horizontal longitude the lateral
collateral imprisonment of iron cages rational irrational
emotional confinement liberation freedom from and of
Enshrines in effervescent transcendental condensation
of what perspires inspires transpires in the illuminated
darkness boxes ignorant lamenting shallow high rise entities
makes love to sensual cognition consensual chaos
Or is it co-sin cuisine havoc’s Karma dishy chaperone
and chastised illusion disordered fusion fission
elemental monument harmonious disintegration musky
tall minuscule order rising falling standing firm
When thereafter now again before and yet again I loose
the plotting pot containing potty madness sane insanity
I ask my cousin and the loopy loops and square shaped circles
question the Universe that stays aloof precise and altogether mine
02nd June
He shot me into the darkness for
hope while my opalescent
glow deluded witnesses into
believing they may have bested
predestination, seeing my colors as
proof positive of humanity’s ability to
improve upon the natural order of things;
that awe and amazement, while ephemeral,
can motivate us to comprehend, perhaps even
advance monumental changes. Here’s the deal:
when I get going my explosive nature reacts to
the atmosphere making things worse. All I do
is accelerate global warming, kidney failure,
cancer while you ooh and ah. I hurt the
planet. I injure you. Alluring, lethal,
and bursting with karmic energy.
As I die, you expire. Our
fates nothing more
than one
doomed
intertwined
conclusion.
Dear darling, you’re the apple dumpling of my eye,
You are early morning’s meadow larks’ lilting cry.
You’re my sunshine glimmering as noon time grows nigh.
To catch the brilliance of your rays always I will try.
You’re sweet spring’s breeze; your susurrations make me sigh.
With tenderness to my sweetie always I reply.
You’re the bursts of firework flowers; how I hate to see them die,
for brightly you illuminate a joyous night of July.
You’re September’s scarlet streaks in a dusky sky.
Nights grow cold; I hold you close as next to me you lie.
You’re the loveliness of leaves which off October's trees colorfully fly.
You’re the wonder of a snowy winter day; your beauty nobody can deny.
Your loyalty is strong and true; I’ve no need to ever question why
you love me as you do. Always you return after every goodbye.
Taking time to gather my thoughts, a peaceful getaway,
Letting the moments speak to my heart, away from my own timeframe,
Releasing from this moment prepares me for the next,
With a space that relinguishes full control and love is at it's best,
I cannot play that game of tag that taunts to steal my words,
For where they come from is not a copy, they are genuine and stirred,
The feeling of the moment, the atmosphere untricked,
When gut tells you to step away, there's something going on that's fixed,
Pushing buttons carefully when you have the same set of eyes,
Dangerously with that stick of dynamite in your hands, your passions will ignite,
The minute you crawl into my personal space the two become one in time,
The connection becomes so powerful that it will immediately intertwine,
Are you ready for what your about to see, this will blow your mind,
If I let you in you will see your love for me was never blind.
There are fireworks
Everywhere.
Small & big reminders
Of everywhere we’ve been.
Above the rooftops, above our
Top lips, in tremendous fashion.
Spread far, your soul & mine.
I couldn’t imagine life
Without you.
Something out of the blue,
Loud & breathtaking.
How we’ve inspired each other
In quick rocket bursts.
If nothing else we’ve learned
That in a matter of minutes
It can all come to an end.
The way you kiss me &
The ethos of traveling souls
Finding a color to forever live in.
I’ve found a place, there are
Fireworks everywhere.
If nothing else, we’ve learned
That in a matter of minutes
it can all come to an end.
& when it does, I’ll race you
To the top & kiss you and
Every memory I have of you.
The cosmos of left over
Gunpowder & shredded paper
All combustible in our celebration.
With eyes closed,
& the sizzling palpitation of my heart.
Possibly the biggest reminder.
Whenever I see fireworks,
I think of you
It’s one of the masters of colony domination
and the longest standing territory with unchanged defined borders.
The wave power of praia do Norte
attracts the unique technology of a wave farm existence.
In a compound of many flats, it’s the most reserved
and one of the twin sisters
in their menopausal period of the life imprisonment era.
The first domineering power to abolish human right repressiveness
which sustains the oldest alliance made in the world.
It’s a colourful identity, maintained by the porto
which has been imitated by regional powers.
Shines through a record-breaking Santa Claus parade
and hitting heights with a ‘half-a-county’ dinning.
Known continental praises of remarkable length in Vasco da Gama;
shows off mini-glory in the league of large firework rockets;
an intangible cultural heritage in the express exhibition of fatalism;
are highlights to its greatness
spreading from porto to Lisbon, then Braga to Benfica and overseas
contributing its ink, in the inscriptions of the developed giants.
It sits there, motionless, buried under unread mail in the drawer,
The once-sharp scissors my dad brought from his childhood home in Nepal,
Its blades now rusty, dull, and sore,
It sits there, motionless, waiting for a final call.
It waits through slammed doors, late-night apologies, and birthdays,
Eager for a chance to get picked up and put to work,
Just like it did in my dad's college days,
It waits patiently, preventing itself from bursting like a firework.
It holds its breath in the dark,
Yearning for a warm and loving hand,
Like the one that packed it and crossed the world to leave its mark,
It holds its breath, hopeful for a future in this new land.
For now, the drawer remains shut,
Where our family's Nepali history leaves its silver trace,
There lie resilient blades that time failed to cut,
Resting quietly in this loud, chaotic place.
There is a rocket firing off today
Sending a business adventure trip far away
With the thunder below
Up it will go
Looking to put technology in the sky
In a late afternoon scripted signature that everyone on the beach will wave bye bye
Falcon number nine is spending the dime
To climb climb climb
Calling the plays from the huddle
Very near to the pad for the shuttle
Internet interaction will be shared
In this mechanical bon voyage that has flair
Traveling to many orbits out there
Sixty broadband satellites will be dispersed
Into the vast universe
After the fact that been confirmed
Space X had money to burn
Linking the stars from above
With Intergalactic communication that fits like a glove
T Minus the launch will be here
Giving us new apps to play with next year
I boarded flight 911 to Tripoli
Looking forward to some time in the sun
Beaches and babes and a whole lotta fun
Oh no, Oh no was supposed to be 811 to Italy
The fellow beside me looked somewhat hagged
His suicide vest was a wee bit ragged
I begged him please, to hold the cord
Can’t you wait for a flight when my wife’s aboard?
He was looking up towards the sky
I could see there was no humor in his eye
He called me names of this I am sure
Me I heard Infidel and western whore
I asked him if he knew the date or time?
In a week or so I said all will be fine
On July 4th you can have yourself an explosive crime
Fireworks galore and then off to Allah you will shine
Me I hope this flight will land
With Akmed holding his explosive band
Around his waste, it was diffused
Cause in my wisdom I got him boozed
My eyes swerved to someone
magnified my attention,
mesmerized in hyponsis,
felt like popping of faries bubbles down my mind,
couple of ladders to my comprehension,
I'm sliding smooth but hasty,
like adrenalin,
caught off guard.
Smelting of this cold layers on my motion,
lays softness to my curiosity
Thought future was fate determined,
yet this here shreded my expectations,
I don't know whether
I'm falling or drowning,
just can't seem to be landing,
I'm gobbling on gusts of my breath,
choking but in looping sequences,
sudden sinking to my understanding.
Can someone turn off this heat,
this wave burning and
pealing only in my presence,
just way beyond for me to contain.
Wish I could paint this image for the universe eye
but I'm without paint and brush,
in me is just some catastrophic
of epic proportions
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