Philosophy. Poems

The Other Me Was Unimpressed

The events of last evening were such
that I awoke this morning to find
I was beside myself—
not metaphorically,
but in the most literal sense:
two versions,
one body short.

The mirror caught us first—
a flash of double movement
where there should have been one.
I blinked.
He didn’t.
Or maybe I didn’t.
It’s hard to say
when glass begins to lie.

We shared a glance,
the kind exchanged

The Oracle of Dali's Faith

The Oracle of Dali's Faith 

There are four things I cannot know—
The ways that love will come and go,
The thread that holds though time has flown,
And hearts that speak when words are gone.

I’ve not sat with kings, nor claimed the Throne,
Yet wisdom whispers where wild seeds are sown.
The eagle circles where no path is shown,
And

Absolute Rule

untamed masters, tame
their subjects, until they're tame 
enough to follow.

Best, Prometheus

My dear eagle,
I do not abhor you, though I may have spat your name with bitter curses

We are bound in the same chains
Just because you do not struggle
Because you cannot feel them bite against your neck
Does not mean they are not there

You think you are like them because you fly
You think you are closer to

Writing Poetry

Writing poetry is never easy.
Starting has always been hard.
Ideas rarely flow smoothly
Distractions leave the paper marred.

Thoughts confuse the writing
And never let me think.
Contradictions result from this
And drive me to the brink.

Meter and tone must be perfectly right
And rhyme must be even better.
“Proper Form” should be used,
On down to every letter.

The most difficult part of all
As

Free Fall

Jumping quickly
out
of known security
into
animation, suspended
above
hard reality
in
momentless time.

Gliding smoothly
through
unknown thoughts
past
unlimited dreams
near
unlived fantasy.

Landing finally
midst
broken dreams
of
desired wishes.

Reflecting quickly
upon
what could have been.

Knowing it never was.

All That We Dream

(“The Longest Journey”, 2020, original encaustic)

All That We Dream

When George Harrison sang,
“Yesterday, today was tomorrow
And tomorrow, today will be yesterday”
He was making a simple observation
On the nature of Life as a flow
We attach our momentary labels of time.

But he could also have said this applies
To all of us simultaneously in the flow
While attaching those labels

The Far Right

The core tenant of the far right
Is simply
That everyone is treated equally
Simply because
Everyone is just another individual.

(9/5/25)

Questions galore

Do the leaves of our cups also turn yellow ?
The rooms of green grass collect cobwebs 
From the Kafkaesque vermin, fly away cuckoos 
Questions galore in the river's tide and ebb
     
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Let me tell you what I know about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko

Let me tell you what I know
about Piet Mondrian and Mark Rothko,
two painters so rectangular and square,
you'd swear there is no life there,
till you look with a little more precision,
a little bit more care.

Rahu’s Shadow

When I was born, I believed myself free,
But Rahu came—
A warden of illusions, a prisoner-wider,
Keeper of debts written in the ink of forgotten lives.

He spoke without mercy,
“You will occupy cell number 8.
Do not ask what crime you committed—
Karma remembers what you pretend to forget.”

My mother wept, begging for reprieve,
But the verdict had been sealed
Long before

More

I sit, legs crossed, typing away
Doing homework, my hair uncombed
Listening to songs I don’t love but don’t hate
And I stare out the window and wonder, 
Is there something more than this?

And my fingers type away
In a never-ending game
It’s raining. I feel nothing
Writing bad poems in the dark, and I wonder, 
Is there more to me

looking

looking under
flowing waters of truth
finding my own

This Wholesome Hellish World

A place, a planet, a particle in the Universe,
This is where I was born, but oh I know
Things can often sometimes become worse
As I struggle every day and reap what I sow.

A place, a planet, nothing but a speck
And yet we are all left to suffer forever
In a neverending cycle even after we wreck
Forms that

The Weight Of Creation

I did not ask for the weight I bear,
Yet here I stand, beneath its stare.
A world of futures, unshaped, untamed,
Balanced upon the fire I’ve claimed.

With hands that tremble, yet never break,
I carve the path that none will take.
Not by force, nor fate’s demand,
But by my will, by my hand.

Yet with each step, the air grows

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