As I look in union of singularity in a world of complexe opposition and harmony.
A splinter in the heart of dream and tearing in the blood cells.
I slaughtered the necks of hopes, bleeding the burning from pains.
A mirror of dry salt-tears reflects the fracture.
And the self has nothing left but the desire to vanish the whole structure.
After long waiting and the stalling of suicide attempts
From exhaustion I feel no enough essence for two lives.
The first, in exile.
The second in the middle between a kiss of the eye
The eye that does not weep, it only stares.
Gazing to reveal contemplations about the soul’s hidden monuments,
Peering over thresholds to inspect the secrets of the universe.
I pluck out the snail of my ear; I try to listen to the echo of the hoarse voice,
Fixing my gaze on the bridge’s edge,
where the wave casts obscene images:
Of tortured bodies and heads cut off before inspiration could visit them.
Because God refused to touch them,
Yet the devil from the pit touched them.
A train without a ticket to take me where there is no memory,
No memory except that I come from afar,
And that the heart is the single meaning of iron.
thoughts jump
like grasshoppers
from one idea to the next
between words,
quiet spaces
say more
than we think they do
grandma's old button box
spills memories
on my desk
yesterday walks into today
like rain
through an open window
sometimes
we forget periods
and let our breathing
make the rules
poems can break their lines
anywhere
they want to rest
words stretch
like rubber bands
sometimes they snap
and fly away
half-finished sentences
can be the most
honest ones
when we're hurt,
we pretend everything
is perfectly fine
kitchens and bedrooms
hold secrets
that make us
who we really are
looking closely at the truth
even when it makes us squirm
not yes, not no
freedom lives in the maybe
wild looks like freedom
when you've been sitting
still too long
who are you?
I'm the kid
who won't stay in the box
rivers always
know their way
flowing towards
something bigger
we are the change
we want,
each small choice
creates waves
I look at the world
With sleepy eyes, half awake, half asleep
And this is what I see:
A small urban village
Of many races
Where every home is fenced
Guarded like a quarantined home.
I check with my mind
And this is what I find:
Emotions coated in hatred
A lonely soul shielded by selfishness
Then I realize
The change I seek
Begins here
In my
own mind.
If you’ve ever wondered where you might find,
the answers to the endless questions sought over time.
The sense to the insanity, the radical of the norm…
the settling waves of frustration, the calming of the storm.
Deep beneath the layers of what most don’t see,
are the answers to those endless questions… beyond reality.
There is a world in a different color... the shades some may never find.
Lighting the world of imagination inside a writer’s mind.
If you look passed the confines of discretion,
you’ll see more than black and white.
You’ll discover the shades of expression I share when I write.
Though some may never see the colors this poem is trying to instill.
I am without any doubt
that a writer will.
There ain’t no reason
for feelin’ this way.
There ain’t no reason
for wantin’ to stay.
Since you lost your reason,
seems I’ve lost mine.
Now I’ve got no reason—
since you lost your mind.
There ain’t no reason,
not anymore—
since you checked out
and slammed that damn door…
Well, Willie really said it well
When he wrote, “I’d have to be crazy.”
So your mind must’ve gone to hell—
or maybe your heart just got lazy.
As far as I can see,
you’ve lost your reason
for lovin’ me.
Now I’ve lost my reason
for bein’ me.
There ain’t no reason,
not anymore—
since you checked out
and slammed that damn door…
Maybe I’ll find reason
some day…
down the line.
Maybe I don’t need one.
Well…
baby, that’s fine.
In the war of feelings,
in the war of hate.
War of healing,
and every decision I make.
I ask myself every time
to be alright: is this what's right?
But what's right?
What's real?
Every hallucination I fear?
What do they want?
Where do they go?
Do I make them?
Feed them?
Haunt them, until they go?
Or am I the prey,
that's haunted by the mind?
If that's the case:
Dear me,
would you please
be alright?
(“Eye of God”, 2018, mixed media encaustic and mirror glass)
Everyone reflects the infinite
Within the finite pool of their mind.
The universe is vast
And yet it shines within us all.
If our minds are full of fear and hate
We will see hate all around us.
If our minds are full of love
We will see love all around us.
The universe contains it all
And so can we.
If we want to know what our minds are like,
What we are really like,
Look no further than how we see the world.
(9/17/25)
(“Citadel of Light Merit Badge”, 2016, original pen and ink)
Battle For Your Mind
We live in a time of upheaval and change,
Challenge and war,
But the biggest battle
Is what some call “jihad”
An internal struggle of light and dark
As a soul makes their way along the path.
But along with the esoteric jihad
There is the exoteric, external struggle for your soul,
And battle for your mind,
A battle between the Death-eaters
And the Life-givers.
In this battle of temptation
Desertion is always an option,
And as many times as we may vacillate
What matters most is where we finally settle.
And in an infinite universe
On a timeline of eternity,
As Led Zeppelin said,
You can always change the road you’re on.
But once we know how it will end
Then the momentary ups and downs
Cannot confuse and distract us.
This is the Path of Seeing
The path of no return
The warrior path
In the battle for your mind.
(9/16/25)
In the labyrinth of the mind, where dreams intertwine with stars,
Each soul digs the tunnel of its own fragile reality,
Through the cracks of time, where memories dance in spirals,
We look through biased lenses, each a gateway to other horizons.
Beyond shadows, where the echo of silence sings untold stories,
We meet others, travelers in parallel, mysterious worlds,
We do not see them as strangers, but as brave, wandering spirits,
Who bring with them fragments of the universe, hidden treasures, unknown.
When we open our hearts, we let the wind carry us gently,
We understand that each story has a unique rhythm, a longing,
On the unseen paths of empathy, we find bridges to wisdom,
And learn that each tunnel of reality is a map to knowledge.
Thus, within us is born, from chaos, a harmonious order,
A dance of constellations, where diversity is precious,
And in the silence of the night, when stars watch over our dreams,
We discover that understanding is the key that opens all doors.
Unreal is all existence manifest,
which therefore includes notion of our ego,
so let us give concepts we nurture a rest,
that as ownership of thought forms we let go,
acting no longer then at our mind’s behest,
shifting into the vast void, we gently flow.
Ego exhumed, as awareness self-aware,
transcending space and time, with God’s mind we pair.
(“Dark Pool Nebula”, 2011, original oil)
Different Worlds
I travel to different worlds in my dreams,
In my mind, even day by day
With different aspects of my self
In this one body.
As I get older I see we all live in different worlds,
Determined by what we believe, how we are raised,
And what we learn.
Sometimes we can stand on the same street corner
And be in totally different worlds as we chat.
Some people know all about this
And some are totally clueless,
Yet still we are all in our own world.
Is this a problem that needs to change?
I don’t think so
It is just the nature of things
The nature of having a mind
Especially so with an independent mind.
So maybe it is good the way things are.
What is bad is trying to change this
Trying to make everyone conform.
But how would it be if a fish thought itself
A bird, or a bird a fish,
Or a man a woman, or a human a god?
Some things are just not meant to be.
And so I travel to different worlds
In my dreams and in my mind,
And as I become more familiar
The worlds become more wonderful.
(9/15/25)
some loves bout lost come go almost all sorts
motives remain true pure until find not
list least cain hope fewer no good reports
still life like love moves backing forth cold hot
back outing again own each such sigh wish
loss lasts long gone fast run use eye oui next
stuff split rough two there one bright here blue dish
but still be same unself self sans pretext
wait patient fourth floor first ready confess
one day then now was dreamed real life unfold
four most seven great death comes not success
some would telling kisses end life untold
try may believe yes if not near reverse
mind conceives lives another universe
Slow your breath to calm
pause stop relax to still your mind
conjure your dream vacation place
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Then suddenly it stops –
The mind of much –
But not enough –
It stops to pause in thought.
And blinking by a lifetime,
The thought pause never stops –
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