Long Pillars Poems
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Dear fellow being,
You don't know me
But yeah, I was once
a hopeless romantic like you
Cards and flowers were my favourite
And chocolates, my share of happiness
Like you, I danced to happy tunes
And sang with the rain
I wrote my dreams with colors
But now I believe in nothing but black
Sunrises and sunsets were peaceful
And full moon nights, the manifestation of love
Now it's just another day, I have to get through
No no, I lack no confidence and joy
But pinks are now blues
And yellows are gray
The pillars of trust are more ashen
And love is another bargain.
But could you please be kind enough
And compose me into a poem?
Like I used to compose someone like you
Will you write a song in my name??
That'll give me a glimpse of the world I left
Will you climb the tree with me
And share my laughter and craziness??
Will you dance with me
All night long under the bright stars???
On "when you say nothing at all" by Ronan Keatings
So that I can experience the comfort of love
One last time, One last radiant hue.
She was asleep
but her gaze dragged above,
and a shadow was drawn with them
she let him make night
swathing her in darkness
planting nebula in sockets,
he watched galaxies grow
as a yawning black hole
revealed destiny
he made moons of breasts
the big bang started low
in on her belly,
the Louvre hung a milky way
under the pyramid of glass
she became another universe
rolled out as Tibetan prayer mat,
worshipped from the beginning
a religion of the ancients,
and demon in dark ages
comets shot to fizz
and suns burned
till Eve’s eternal blaze ended
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shimmering in black velvet
licking rice from suns,
I stoke the fires,
of the inferno
blowing the everlasting breath
smoothing meteors,
in the nuclear fusion of solar wind
but I am cold
shooting comets erupted
and dead stars were born
over and over
I craft a tide in astronomy
forever swathed in the blackness,
and around the pillars of creation,
as shadows ripple
along hem of Nyx,
my shoulders rest on hands Divine
The woman of my life
who has inspired me to thrive
even in the tough times
when no one lies on your side.
She would deliver a number of scoldings
For my neverending tantrums
My face as a weeping philosopher
Would be called a Potato just for fun
but my egoistic self would take everything seriously
and I would sit in one corner and stay anonymously
Then she would come and give me a warm hug
a little bit of pricking of my chubby cheeks as well
My heart would melt in a second unknowingly
And my face would bear a smile glowingly
As I grew up, I could make out her troubles
The n-number of hobbies that she had to give up
By listening to our Judgemental society where prevailed
the old and annoying practice of suppressing ambitious women
I saw her helpless and even broken at times
but she concealed everything with a lot of fake smiles
Never did she wonder that I could read everything
coz' her eyes spoke more than she could mention anything
She didn't let her circumstances touch her inner strength
She emerged as a gallant woman, beauty with brain
She would speak back to people who were fastidious
and walk proudly carrying forward her actual purpose
While displaying all this she actually became a true inspiration
as she built the pillars of my upcoming character
She will always be my lucky charm and happy ball of sunshine
And that's how my dear mother is the special woman of my life
No existence can be compared
to mine, it had a sad beginning...
what's looming ahead?
Doubt proceeds fear,
even more frightening is
the urge to know
and avoid another
tragedy before it occurs.
All I have left is hope,
surviving on crumbs
that even a beggar refuses;
should I slip away from existence
and leave no plausible traces?
I have built a sanctuary in which
everything is sacred: love, honor,
loyalty, trust, humility, compassion,
strength...these were the secular pillars
holding it up for a valid testimony.
The bold uses his quick thinking
to prevent total destruction;
the fearful hesitates until his courage
crumbles and gives into desperation.
I hold up the roof with my palms
with the same strength that
Hercules had, but less determined.
A last thought submerges
form my defeated fortitude:
its the wish to vanish from existence.
Truth lies in the moment--
it is not trapped by words,
nor engraved on stone pillars.
Truth is not what we believe,
not what we may die for....
It travels not on the wind,
nor lies at rainbow's end....
Yet it is always with you--
with every single heartbeat,
every breath, every thought,
and waits quietly, patiently,
for your light to reignite after
every blackish night; for truth
is not always beauty: at times
it is harsh, brutal, ugly. From
toothache to heartbreak truth
will never be deterred: gross or
golden, it will always be with you,
every moment you live... then
afterwards, yours for eternity.
(Revised April, 2017)
The fire burns deep within my heart
As ice forms on arms and limbs
The evil one approaches
With a smile and a knife
To be twisted in my stomach
The witch of Acambaro looks like an angel
But her dagger can pierce both heart and soul
She is the five Pillars
Darkness
Anger
Greed
Envy
Bitterness
Pilar Lopez Diablo
Raised by nuns, her values none
She spreads hers smile
For a few pesos
False hopes and empty dreams
She surely shall make you scream
Bury me naked, if you must
Wear a black veil, you stole my trust
Draw blood and make me swim in my own juices
I shall float in my bloody pain
On the Día de Muertos
I shall sing back to you
Oh Catrina, lady of the dead
You lie tormented
For you have all of me in blood
Except my heart
Notes:
La Calavera Catrina ('Dapper Skeleton', 'Elegant Skull'
The “Day of the dead” can be traced back to the Aztec festival dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl. Catrina would be the modern name of this God.
Hitherto a sleepy way-lost village,
Shall now enter history’s fresh new sheet,
Vain may turn lessons of its farm college,
That would wonder how men should the greens treat.
Poor greens to greed shall now the tithe pay,
Life alive to dead graveyard shall yield ground,
Grey iron and concrete shall the earth pound,
Pylons, pillars stand where trees smile today.
Old hillocks and heavenly shallow lakes
Shall get buried deep under greed’s duress,
Standing denuded shorn of born-with dress,
If progress all its priority takes.
As far beyond as tired sight might endure,
We shall see trails of plied and potent wire
In hope birds would avoid this deadly mire,
The Null Lake may not retain her old lure.
The village of refreshing lush green look
Shall soon wear an over-sized greyish coat
As an industrial township of some note,
O with a book-marked page in history book.
And yet, a village long frozen in time,
And orphaned now of its springtime dreams,
Her bounty of beauteous trees, it seems
Oh shall pay price of progress to us prime.
Should man lose on growth highways on the run?
He knows of no ventures without a price,
There’s no virtue today without grey vice,
Let’s still one day hope to such crossroads turn.
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Industrialisation and technological progress and its impact on the country-side form the theme of this poem. Yet, helpless, it displays an ambivalent attitude: All progress demands its price that alas has to be paid—yet, a village frozen in time… shall show signs of some future. The signs of time are clear, yet can we have progress that demands no such stiff price?
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Images | 12.10.08 |
beginning the day down the highway
blue sky, as evergreen pillars sway
both side, light filters though our way
beautiful drive through winding expressway
both my girlfriend and I play,
beaming, shopping an hour away
busting at the seams, a fun day
buzzing, park my car to spend a full day
bumping against people that pass by
both walking a honeycomb of displays
buying clothes and dining in the nearest Cafe
both tired, we were ready for the highway
bundles in hands, I was in dismay
beginning to panic, how can my brain betray
blank of thought, forgot where the car may
be. I don’t have a fancy remote or x-ray.
blast! I sigh! to set off my car
blazing alarm and locate it at bay
blind, I know it can’t be far, I pray
~
I’m tired of losing my white car
wandering up and down
trying my key to see which door
it will open.
I must look like a clown
a skill I still have not mastered
nightmares do still haunt me
looking, but never there, stranded
has it been towed without me?
1/24/2022
True story. One day after a long shopping day in the big city. I tried my key in four different cars because they all look the same; my friend just laughed at me.
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I Walk With The Stars far from the lesser Creeds
Indeed, the Starseed breeds Greater Faculties
I Am Light Born, Light Forged by the Celestials
I Am Archetype Quintessential,
I Am Omnipotent by The Great Fire that Dwells Within
Upright like Djed Pillars unto Greater Firmaments,
Never So Low to Behold what was Long Foretold
that the Golden Temple within sits in Unmeasurable Gold,
to the High Heavens that Glisten, a Great Flame Has Risen
I Am Blissful, I Am Luminous by the Greater Intuition
Into the Ether where the Currents Of Life Rip
where All Is Wise, where All Is Electric
I Am Eccentric, where the soils toil in Egypt
I Am Israel, I Am a Citadel, Up High like Asclepius
I Am Born in High Hopes on High Roads, I Blaze like a Shooting Star
I Am Ever-Present, Ever-Excellent, Ever like Eagle to Asgard
I Am Ever-Glowing, Ever-Flowing far from the Subpar
I Am VICTORIOUS, I Am ILLUMINED, for I Walk With The Stars
There is a fine line between a friend and a foe,
One careless step – and fractures take their toll.
A fragile thread by unseen tensions spun,
One step too far – and what was whole undone.
So often formed with little strain,
Yet just as fast dissolve in pain.
What once felt easy, light, and strong,
Can turn to silence, cold and wrong.
What blooms in trust may rot without a sound
For trust once cracked is rarely ever found.
For bonds are built through patient art,
With love and kindness at their heart.
Yet when mistakes and tensions crawl,
Those pillars crack — and shadows fall.
Thus guard the line no eyes are trained to see,
For foes are often friends we used to be.