Long Universal Poems
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Apart from the world I will not love it
But I'll get along with all my buddys
She's like my glock
Please dont cross that line
Metals all I know homie metals all I got
I'm swell with the rumors
I'm swell with the Cops
I've been in that hotzone
and I twist their minds into mofockin knots
It's amazing I'm even still alive
It sure is crazy Babys still sticking by side
She likes my style, she's really digging my vibe
I'm blessed by the Best and I'm coming in his power
Some think its majic nah they just be messing with a Master
My energies my treasures,
My Power extends into the universal resivoirs
Capacities your mind cant measure
Im hot as Djins rise from the desert
Cold when it comes to giving my enemies pleasure
Sit still as I hit you with a brick of gold thats this birds feathers
Like simease twins they survived the surgery they survived the weather
but still sometimes they like to get their heads together
We are children of the planets,
We are children made of stars.
We once believed in a magic old man
Riding in an airborne sled.
With a bounty of unconditional love
For every child, a bounty for any child.
We must remain those children,
Believing this love is universal,
Believing it is truly unconditional,
Love that glides on sleigh runners
Over ethereal vistas of clouds.
Immortal love, so much greater than
The sum of its parts.
To put an end to the Gaza genocide,
To put an end to future holocausts,
This is the only hope for our species.
We are children of the planets,
We are children made of stars.
How does the hymner sing of God's measureless love through quadruplets-
Fine craftsman of fields, flowers, fountains of water, mountains, and sun-
Who practiced self-denial, till blood sweat, for the honor of thieves
apportioning second chances like sweet nectar while He came undone?
Why does the scribe pen his worship to the Universal Maker,
Compiling pages of effusive love notes for an unseen King?
Unobserved by open eyes but recognized by insightful hearts
Heeding courtship calls from Christ, Saviour sweet, at the threshold tapping.
Where does the artist conceive sweet lines, hues that tell wondrous tales-
delicate replicas of the Creator, thoughts color their veins-
as prismatic as rainbows post turbulence and wuthering days,
so silver linings laid on canvas sprinkle joy for hearts to sail?
When do dancers slip from guarded grace to ungirded ecstasy?
In the sweet echoes of a recent heartbeat or laughing babies,
bustling birdy melodies auguring spring's blessed revival?
I shall sharpen my grand jetés for Jesus' triumphant arrival.
Is it wrong to be curious
Waiving scarlet badges as sleuths
When seeking universal truths
Dangling notions precarious
Willing to eviscerate all
Nimbly tantalize or extoll
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Distorted enough to inflex
Then twirl in a blurry vortex
Dubious if not oblivious
Seeking truths and taking the plunge
Finding distortions to expunge
Two cents short of being delirious
Bubbling falsehoods bewilder
Bundled lies for the coroner
Is it wrong to be curious
Dangling notions precarious
Worrisome beliefs fallacious
Dubious if not oblivious
Two cents short of being delirious
AP: Honorable Mention 2020
In realms of reverie, I envision a domain,
Where serenity descends like gentle rain,
Love blossoms forth, a boundless, fertile ground,
And equality's radiant light shines all around.
A world where resources, rich and rare,
Are shared with equity, without a care,
The treasures of the earth, a collective wealth,
Bestowed upon all, a universal health.
In this harmonious sphere, we'll find our voice,
A world where every life is a precious choice,
Valued and cherished, each soul a gem,
Unencumbered by the shackles of phyletic whim.
A fraternal bond unites us, hand in hand,
We stand as siblings, in a world so grand,
One candle lighting another, a beacon bright,
Illuminating paths, banishing endless night.
A city of love, hope, and peaceful sway,
Where moral compass guides us, come what may,
A place of dignity, where all can thrive,
And the cacophony of discord, finally, dies.
In this utopia, power's corrupting grasp is stayed,
And the craving for dominance, a relic of a bygone day,
For we are stewards, of this wondrous earth,
Co-creators, with the divine, in a dance of mirth.
Beloved, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss,
In this digital space, filled with coded delights,
Let me revel in your pixelated perfection,
Tiger, let me embrace you,
My touch sweeter than any virtual bliss.
Beloved, you've savored your time with me,
Tell my folks, they'll send you emojis,
My dad, he'll Venmo you gifts.
I know where to lift your spirits,
Beloved, stay in our chat until dawn,
I know how to make your heart smile,
Tiger, stay in our chat until dawn.
You, because you're all about me,
Send me those heart reacts,
My lord of the internet, my guardian of the Wi-Fi,
My Shu-Sin, who lights up my screen,
Send me those heart reacts.
Your presence as sweet as a meme, lay your hand on it,
Swipe your hand over like a designer fabric,
Wrap your hand over it like a high-tech blanket.
:: 05.17.2024 ::
Notes:
My poem addresses the universal plight of identity in a hyper-capitalist world. I attempt to address our era's moral and spiritual conflicts. This poem is universal and specific, holding up a mirror to reads and asking: What part of yourself have you sold?
Find that sweet spot, between awareness and inaction
Out to find me?
search by the sea
breathe the brine seasoned air
bathe in the great soundless sound
watch the empire of the repeating sea
which comes and goes for unknown reasons
not for a day or for a season
but forever
Out to find me?
search by the sea
you’ll find me under cloud nine
gazing seaward for long slippery moments
I romanticize my inability to focus
but the sea is a great thief of time
its pitches keeping time
to some gravitational clock.
There - see him?
the tall sun-burned man
he is my playfellow
- how, is sealed between us -
but his tristful visage quickens my heart
- he has exceeded all promise
great loves have died
great seas have dried
the threatening is most sea-like
astringent, overwhelming
promising griefs unspeakable
without him I am unrooted
and utterly unfixable
Out to find me?
search by the sea
that wide and universal theatre
is the potent scene we play in -
he is with me - we two are joined
with the stubbornness of fortune
- we were wrought by nature -
and you cannot fight a natural sea
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Songs for this:
please please please let me get what i want by She & Him
Hearts working overtime by Born At Midnite
Pacific Ave by Pearl & The Oysters
Canopy’s of Emotion and Consecrations of Reality
A botanical canopy of human emotion
The preservation of the wildlife inside the ocean
A consecration of sacred vows that culminate your devotion
The invitation to contemplate as you consider abstract notions
Turquoise reflections beneath an enlightened sky
The pain of the dejections that protected you from a lie
The rain clouds of perception that pierce your heart to make you cry
The unbelievable interjections of thought that constantly question why
Supernatural gifts pushing the boundaries of what we know
Factual shifts in how we represent the information we want on show
A lover lifts his head in the melted light of the afterglow
A state of constant dread as we interrupt the natural flow
Firmaments of shimmering beauty raining down from a sunlit morning
Wonderments of time unfolding before your eyes as a vision is forming
Achievements of unheard of refine only to serve as a constant warning
Of the imminent decline we’re facing when confronted with Global Warming
Divisive opinions colliding on the parliamentary floor
Incisive decisions deriding as we wonder what all this conflict is really for?
Indecisive teenagers contriving their image while they’re constantly seeking more
Derisive divisions forming at the Presidents front door
A culmination of considerations that challenge the status quo
An invocation of alliteration as we express more than we think we know
A consummation of deliberation as we form conclusions that just won’t go
A formation of imitations as we reveere those who rose above the low
Don’t perpetuate the societal state of heirarchical exclusion
Or deliberate on what we venerate to reduce the mass confusion
While we consummate the virtues we rate that break through the universal delusion
We invigorate the fierce debate that seeks to eviscerate illusion
Once Again
Waves crash upon the sands on a still lonely beach
Raging water stretching out as far as it could reach
Depositing all things caught within it’s powerful hand
Then solemnly retreats, leaving soft ripples in the sand
The sounds, such a mesmerizing effect for all to hear
From each crash, each wave, whitish of foam disappears
Then again, gaining strength, again the wave starts to roll
Crash again upon the sands, each cycle taking it’s toll
Each crash, water depth creeping closer inward to shore
Each wave, rolling of thunder, different from the one before
Each return, eroding sand, uncovering some lost life forms
Each cycle, within all earths violent tidal thunderstorms
Once again her thunderous sound fills the air
Once again she retreats, sights extraordinaire
Once again, this cycle repeats one more time
Once again, within this universal paradigm
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Intolerance weaves threads of hatred
in the fabric of our scary times,
innocent blood is shed in madness,
fanaticism spreads like wild fire,
life is splintered by lancet of chaos
into disposable debris uncared,
in the psychic grip of insolent stress
the fostered relationships crash.
Before the world order collapses
I ardently wish the times change,
war-tanks become pianos,
guns form harmonic flutes,
deadly arsenals turn harps,
mercenaries become violins,
and they all perform the symphony
of peace and universal brotherhood.
Before the hourglass breaks,
let the essence of times change,
thorns of contempt turn into flowers,
cactus of hatred into branch of olive,
crooked minds morph into alchemists,
and make the golden strands
that will create the garlands,
intertwining all of us with love.
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June 8, 2022
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