as mysterious
as fog on autumn meadows
you enter my life
After she left, they said she was a complicated and mysterious soul,
She had secrets hidden in the corners of her mind, shadows she never revealed;
Her gaze never matched the smile that seemed painted on her face,
She wrote words no one read, lost in time and space,
Cried silently in bathrooms, with the faucet running, hiding her tears,
She dreamed of becoming a woman no one would try to fix or change.
But the world didn’t want that, it sought something else, a face easier to decipher,
The world wanted subtlety, sensuality, a presence that would disrupt the silence,
So she played the role, dressed in the cloak of appearances society demanded,
Until someone fell in love with the mask and killed the girl hidden beneath.
In the depths of the soul, where dreams and reality blend like a river of shadows,
She remains, an echo of a world that never understood her complexity,
A soul floating among the stars, seeking its place in the boundless universe,
Her memory remains a symbol of the misunderstood, of those who dream beyond.
Although our universe seems
To be mostly wide open space,
Is it actually an entity
With a personality and face?
All golden,
All glowing,
All seeing,
All knowing.
Mysterious
My entire being tells me
You are my one and only
Soul mate, though your
True self is hidden from me.
Every time I’m with you, I want to
Reach
Into your soul and become
One with you but I
Usually encounter a wall that
Stops me from knowing you more
A star never loses its shine,
You can never ever compare it
to beer and wine.
We love its glow, we also love it,
when its fire.
That's the impact of a pure thing.
We may love less,
but we can never stop loving.
The same is true with God,
same as with the faith.
Sometime we get upset,
but we never forget the
mysteries of God.
Yes, life is mysterious,
we may not understand it,
but we can still enjoy it in every way.
Heartthrob in damsel drag
Belief of human bile
Completely instilling cascading dregs of mechanical flesh, bones and spit
64th avenue
And coiling deft doom
Winged balls of bulging blood and speckled steel
Merry wails and flutters of moths unsealed
Fitted upon falling kneel
And reckoned release of rotten roadkill-
Rats and babes and brats
Congealed candy and sickeningly sweet brandy
And hailed light of epiphany to choke, swallow and spit
And strangle without a hand nor handle but grit
Of groil and crevices of menaces heralding honed notes
And a lone liver in fathered infirmary
Black backed in breachers
Potted a bulge to indulge the fickle maggots of dissociation
Emulsification and hearty sniff of
Whitened slice and slithers of snow
Dregs to drag and hone and throw
Up upon bedded saline laden road
Of rows and rows and pounds
That drag rotten flesh afresh from the hound
Sutured from spine to fluttered wing
The hide
Plucked apart from rat to brat
And collared collier stepped afresh with new hide and throw
And stubborn stubbled child with a new mind in tow
5//5//2025
--- enucleation ---
--- the removing of the I ---
--- mysterious ways ---
It was, perhaps it still is, popular to take aerial pictures
of farms, frame them, visit the relevant farms and try
to sell them. I had a suitcase full and walked from farm
to the farm I didn’t sell many and was tired when I came to
a small farm, so minor that it was not in my portfolio.
I was thirsty it was July but, I wore a suit with tie to look
businesslike. Knocked on the door it was opened by
a woman who looked affable – this was long ago these
days no one opens doors to strangers- I asked for some
water and she led me to a well lowered a bucket and up
came a pail full of the coolest nectar. We spoke, a widow
a tractor accident had killed him, and she was childless.
I felt a strong sexual pull towards her and could read in her
eyes she felt the same also, but I was too timid to act on it.
I thanked her warmly and left. Years later I read about her
had been married five times and poisoned all her husbands’.
Mysterious habits have no limits
I do what no one can
And don’t what no one ban
Opposite yes I am
A bless? No just a damn
For me alone
Run in blood, flesh and bone
One touch and you are dead
Or listen to one word said
Be not fooled by the look
It is a deadly hook
With poisonous bait
One bite and you are out of fate
Though I say this
A lot will fall for a kiss
Lethal yes, it is
Monday 8/11/1999
9:50pm
Musical arrangements can impact our mood,
Minor keys sadden, while major keys unleash cheerful emotions.
The mystery lies in how it can resurrect feelings from deep within our soul,
Catapulting our memory to a certain place or a specific event.
It can transport our memory back to a point in time,
Unlocking how music impacts the soul remains mysterious.
Mysterious Storm
Sun and rain merge
Mysterious
Wild downpour
Waves send up mists
Raindrops born
In hidden harmonies, our hearts entwine Unknown to each other, yet soulfully aligned We swap symphonies, a secret delight Our love for music, a silent, shared light
Your voiceless messages, a gentle breeze Stirring emotions, like autumn leaves Each song a whisper, a hidden clue A mysterious connection, pure and true
In this melodic dance, we sway
Two strangers linked by an unseen way The rhythm of curiosity, a beating heart Longing to uncover, the unknown art
Will our harmonies merge, in perfect time?
Only fate knows, this secret rhyme.
Blinks of teary-filled eyes see on at a diplegic self
yet mindful transparency is willing me back
Back to my body as sinful warning zones
alarming have deluged my mind
Seized are my winks , my signals , codes in tact
I deemed the eye of imagination unkind
The intruder remains faceless knowing anon
I’m entrusted to an astral body and its danger
Spiritual warnings of facultas cognoscitive,
Descartes’ existence of corporeal self, even stranger
I am conscious and sure these be blessings
Or maybe an unconscious of the intueoritive
and what I immediately perceived were passion’s messing’s
with the right amount of awareness to shift
Senses much livelier and much more clear,
lucidly leaving the "physical world" adrift
Diplegic with a clarity of intelligo of an unhinging fear
Practiced, I am using my symbols with inner sight
and a poetic aptitude, my mindset re-sets a dream
A vision appears to me, it appears to be my hand
penning quickly, a dream within a dream, I re-write
the script and scenes which aren't what they seem
I love her looks and lovely lips,
The light her sweet smile brings,
And how she speaks and sways her hips--
She flits and floats as if with wings.
Each move she makes means more than I
Can comprehend or contemplate,
And so I’m often baffled by
The meaning of her mysterious gait.
She has a way with words that we
Would want her simply to eschew;
For when we’re ready to agree,
She’ll quickly change her point of view.
A fearless, formidable foe
Who would win any altercation,
She finds the words she needs as though
She was an alliteration.
So silently I sit and sigh,
And just learn to live life sans strife.
For this woman I can’t decry
Is no other than … shush!…my wife.
October 30, 2024
Baguio City, Philippines
She walked along the narrow path.
Along the side of the lonely stream.
Her golden hair was wet
and stuck haphazardly to her face.
That face that was so tanned
fruit of summer swimming
in the lake nearby.
Her hands were cupped,
one over the other.
It's a present for you, said she.
I wondered what she hid.
She smiled and pirouetted
lively on the wet, dewy grass.
She made as if to turn back,
then stuck out her tongue.
Get your present, she taunted.
I was slightly irritated
but decided to comply.
Slowly, she pleaded
and opened her hand.
Out jumped a small green frog
and sprang into the stream.
She laughed, a melody of joy.
And I? I felt I was
In a whirlwind of mad emotions.
Was I like the frog?
Was I a prisoner of her love?
Only to escape when she let go?
How childish she was!
I looked deep in her green eyes,
So full of innocent joy.
I smiled, then kissed her deep;
Then, hand in hand
we turned back home.
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