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I follow the trail of blood,
milk, and honey,
to where we’re all going
from where we once came.
The Buddha said to embrace suffering
and feel your feelings fully,
but in my short time
I’ve uncovered that men
often mean the opposite
of what they meant.
So I’ve pledged
to live a life of duality,
in hopes to askew you
from thinking
you know
what I know I know.
The Christian God said
to bear one another’s burdens fully.
Well, if man made his purpose
levity to man,
the earth would be utopic,
and there would be
no more burdens
left for anyone to bear.
So I’ve pledged
to bear the weight of myself
wholly and alone,
for only individually
can we return
to Eden again.
The Muslim God said
not to trust anyone
except Himself
and the Prophet Muhammad,
and surely one man
can’t be the only one right
for the sum of all men.
So I’ve pledged
to disobey
and incorporate a piece
of everyone’s theology
into my way of
being.
Philip, man of men, said
man hands misery to man.
Well, that’s only true
if you don’t change
or try.
So I’ve pledged
to forgive
myself,
me and I,
and you,
only in the few times
I’m right.
I’ve been to temples,
I’ve been to shrines,
I’ve been to chapels,
I’ve been to forests,
and I’ve sat alone
on park benches
listening to junipers sing.
And here’s what
I’ve come to believe:
We’re all talking
about the same person,
and he loves
both you and I
equally.
from three miles away
the unmistakable sounds~
of howlers chorus
a slithering snake.
crushing prey without mercy~
green anaconda
small eyed black caiman
twenty foot alligator ~
watching and waiting
waiting in the trees
unsuspecting deer walks by~
a jaguar strikes
through overlapping branches
laser beams of sunlight pierce ~
the dense canopy
worlds largest rodent
like a giant guinea pig~
capybara dives
painful insect sting
as painful as a gunshot~
the bullet ants bite
rainforest rivers
home to pods of pink mammals~
fresh water dolphins
jesus christ lizards
walking across the water~
miracles happen
hanging upside down
eating green vegetation~
slow moving sloths
native indians
rub poison on arrow tips~
from the green dart frog
a very short tail
long shaggy coat and red face~
bald vakari swings
face of a lion
now an endangered species~
lion tamarin
pygmy tribes food source
monkeys, pigs and antelope~
hunting to survive
Written 6th October 2018
Pushing cascades crest bastion, stomach lost
Largesse spread wafts orange blossom bridal
Bestows clouds let go to marshmallow moss
Fearless flight crinoline crash vertical
In gospel gothic deep chasm, drunk mink swims
Stirring fate, bleeding tea leaves bewilder
Leather gil quiver, loaded to the brim
Goddess mink Milda, silk coat cylinder
Poison spore auburn myrrh lassoo arrows
Immune audine preened, unwitting Otto
Seduced by sadist, dart sought embargo
Incapacitated poderoso
Discharged firearm, struck futile, fratenised
Love liege embalms gun powder, satisfied
Ninth February
Hijacked by
Milda Audine
I venture forth, an explorer true,
Seeking knowledge, with heart anew.
Idanre's hills, a treasure to behold,
Ancient secrets, yet to be unfold.
The people, industrious, with hearts of gold,
Welcomed me, with stories untold.
Their cocoa farms, a lush, green sight,
I harvested with them, under the sun's warm light.
Their water, a natural blessing, pure and fine,
Quenched my thirst, and revived my mind.
A healing spring, with powers to restore,
A gift from God, forever in store.
Idanre's hills, a tourist's delight,
A haven for nature, in all its might.
Longevity and prosperity, God's blessings true,
Reflect in the people, with hearts anew.
Their men and women, handsome, beautiful, and strong,
Beholders of beauty, with hearts that belong.
Producers, problem solvers, with a spirit so bright,
United in ceremony, with love and delight.
Musing through its morning haze, the jungle mountain begs for my infatuation. A nearby dog fails to resume its circular rhetoric and something closes the eye. Silence descends like fresh oil, drizzling through my rebellious long hair and down across my zippered lips. My kingdom can go to hell. Behind the closed another opens as the child hears the jungle morning shift talking to Aioue about today’s purity. A minimalist’s symphony. In suspended moments, I am the mountain. I don’t need Jesus. I am Jesus. Neither son nor father, husband or mystic. I am. Silence drips down like fresh oil. Virgin nectar. One dangling drop at the end of my nose, mightily pausing the unsilent inevitable.
A ticking clock or a buggered marriage. Another dog mounts its bully pulpit. Cigarette smoke from the contractors next door gang rape the virgin jungle jasmine. The party is over.
Was it besmirchment or carnal knowledge?
Innocence is lost
Or reality is found
I cannot say which
Rain, blessing away the past
Rushing beads, a gentle song
Laughing at skies, overcast
Almost a prayer, spoken
Lips who have prayed all along
Whispers to a heart, broken
Stirring the spirit, in waves
Clouds floating by, is it wrong?
Flowing over the lost graves
Winds caress the trees, blowing
Leaves swaying, so brave and strong
Night kisses streams who’re flowing
Echoes on edge of starlight
Drizzling showers who belong
Drifting on the still of night
Jewels like light, hearts who know
Heaven has healed by birdsong
Timeless notes of joy, so slow
Erasing the host of dust
Fallen on those so headstrong
This rainfall blesses the just
Silent nights beneath sprinkles
Gentle tears, faith to prolong
As souls feel high, eye twinkles
With music from the rain’s tune
Singing praise all the daylong
Not so dire as a monsoon
1. It's been years, months, weeks have gone by.
I've grown so much I can barely recognize my reflection. No lie.
Each day more, I've seen you star in less of my dreams and it made me glad.
I wrote a poem or two about the feeling of finally letting go of the best of me—you. My bad.
2. Mom drew the curtains today, I need some vitamin D.
She shut them back when she walked out, watching you ski.
My heart,
it beats,
When you're far and stops when you're near.
3. I thought I would have forgotten about your laugh, silly and cute.
Your eyes were ordinary but canvas worthy. Bullets of memories it shoots.
Your hands were soft as daisies, pretty as lilies. You'd stare at me as if I were a movie. Oh my.
Waves through my hair and entangle with mine under the moonlit sky.
4. I tried hard not to sound cheesy when I say you are my loophole, a bad habit,
A complete *****,
Force of nature, like the earth round its orbit,
Three hundred sixty-five days a year.
5. On a cloudy fall sky, I sat down in our favorite trees, penning down my thoughts.
Ink dries ahead of every word. Would you think I were cool if you saw me now?
Like a green leaf in a rainforest, a canvas stuck in a gallery, did I run out of slots?
Or am I like the river we bathe in when we were young, long gone and replaced. Do I still have a shot?
6. With you?
All through?
7. If not, let me go. I've got other dramas to star in. I won't be a second lead to none.
Can I
Go away, leave me alone in the cold dark forest, barefooted while she warms your sheets.
Hold me, let go, shunned.
8. Is she your forever?
Your seahorse?
Dancing to your favorite tune?
When I only need the source?
9. Your heart,
It beats,
Thump, thump, thump.
It's all for me, she feels.
10. About the poems I lied
Over a hundred, for each I cried
Thump thump thump
It beats
For you
Walking becoming overcoming.
Orion becomes Jesus walking on water.
Trek trudge and stumble, taking it in stride.
Bearing a cross of torment and torture.
Struggling slogging shepherding,
slaving in blood mixed tears.
Walking through light and shadow.
Sleep meandering, dreams seamlessly
mingle with stumbling lumbering,
slumbering shamble, ambling ramble.
Roving roaming range, radius reached,
realms always remembered.
Walking the footpath through rainforest.
Sizzling amour fou ardor, fevered fervor.
Lascivious among the leaves,
captive to carnality.
Fleshly forbidden found only
in the taboo soil of impulses.
Walking in the aurora of first light.
Sprinting agape beneath spectral wavy prismatic sky.
Darting dashing driving toward a new day.
Racing rushing for radiant rays wrapping the horizon.
Igniting the dark, blazing the trail in a neonate morning,
advancing the awaiting adventure.
Walking with friends and lovers.
Parading promenading propelled plantigrade.
Globetrotting every continent, every consideration,
every awareness and attentiveness.
The common blanket sweeping overall.
Let the celebration of being begin.
Violet Flame of Transmutation burn
burnish sacral until Holy White
thaw caw-caw ______ S C R E A M
black crows at door
resist no more day, night ~ clear S I G H T
gawking, LAUGHING
Asperges, Domine ! pyramids resound
Asperges, Domine ! ~ drops
s.p.r.i.n.k.l.e. dangling, puddling _________calm pond resulting
Melchedzedek hails grail no frailty rebounds
purple priestesses hold light in sight no fear DARE daring challenging coming coming came
strike and dissolve FELT ETERNITY
C.O.N.Q.U.E.R.E.D no clinging
chanting mantra with lanterns
phœnix RISE
RISING
R I S E N
from grey ashes in tantrum
burning earning firing lightning LIGHT
dark serpents to NewEarth f l a s h I NG
cry sobbing on hob hot tears so dear
brain raining a forest, a rainforest of rainbows reflecting, refracting REMINDING
remembering WHO I AM I AM YOU
sow luminal seeds, branding spring fling
felicitous fountains bringing singing
SINGING
sigh a high perting hurting destruction for
Recognition softly
dance spirit floor, hugging Self’s delight !
FEEL the D*E*A*L*
a moist flowery deal to peal ___~~
The Emerald City
Tales of long ago, many a tall story told
When the people spoke so vibrantly bold
Whispers of treasures of emeralds and gold
Hidden away, lost, a kings ransom to behold
Far away, somewhere lost in a dense jungle land
Guarded by a lost, ghostly, savage warrior band
Prepared for a millennium to defend, fight and stand
Silent swift death comes from ancient weapons in hand
Pathway to riches, a treacherous one
For all the emeralds and gold to be won
Will be the spoils to some fortune son
Perhaps a kings ransom, share for none
Countless perils awaits for any bold, foolhardy man
Many fallen lost souls of some obscure absent clan
In all the fickle lost schemes of many a forfeited plan
For there will never be a road to riches for any man
Long ago, daring tales of a lost Emerald City, so I’m told
Speaking of the riches to this very day, treasures so bold
To the gullible, still being sold by the alluring lies of lost gold
Somewhere lost forevermore, in the desires for all to behold