Line of inquiry:
The dream seems real since we don a form,
borrowed from elements of that domain,
but if we simply chose not to conform,
we wake up when desires to rest are lain. - Unseeking Seeker
This ungainly body of flesh and bone
disintegrating slowly year by year . . .
it’s not my physique that I wish to own
once I let go and see new life appear
This shell I wear composed of elements
covers organs, and it must be fed.
It’s not the bearer of my sentiments,
and surely I’ll not miss it when I’m dead.
Unencumbered by this outer shell,
I could be the free translucent me.
I’d float; I’d soar; I’d go where angels dwell.
Embraced by light and love I long to be.
There's a light within light; flame within flame...
There's a bloom within bloom; earth within earth...
There's space in a room; each cruise has an aim.
There's awareness dwelling in my mind's firth.
My chit, pure awareness beyond my mind,
Doesn't roam like my physique and psyche;
Though my thoughts and feelings are intertwined,
"I-am-ness" triumphs like the goddess Nike.
The eye of my eye sees when I wake or sleep.
It's always aware of my awareness.
Cognizance of my consciousness delves deep
into the vast vistas of my fulness.
If inner mirror blooms with timeless grace,
Am I the watcher, or the ghost I chase?
280.
No to Bloodshed!
Behold the 1 you want to become more
In your eyes I am a hateful wild boar
But in truth, I can even never be a melee warrior
My physique is not fit for a gladiator
Nor for a bloodthirsty matador!
-11/20/2014
(Dumarao)
*My Bloody Poems Collection
To the woman who carried us in her womb,
To the woman who cherished us before anyone else,
To the woman who loved us unconditionally,
To the woman who took care of us till her last breath,
To the woman who wept when we were in pain or sick,
To the woman who taught us everything about life,
To the woman who accepted us beyond our imperfections,
To the woman who was brave enough to fight for us,
To the woman who tirelessly gave us her endless time,
To the woman whom God created with a soft physique and strong heart…
You are all doing great!
We are all doing great!
I am doing great...
My bones are like corroded iron bars.
I am weak like termite-eaten teak trees.
My physique and psyche have many scars.
My inner organs, like winter blooms, freeze.
I get up and sit on my bed to pray.
I am unable to pray. I fumble.
Am I a damn donkey? Why should I bray?
I accept. I know that I am humble.
Do all these affect me? I don't think so.
My arrows often seem to boomerang.
It's life. I don't know from where the winds blow.
Can I sing again the songs I once sang?
My poems don't have the flair they once had.
Though I feel blithe sometimes, often I'm sad.
They said we're like two birds on a wire
Except one bird doesn't know how to fly
And the other just waits for a chance to get higher
And she says "it's you and me, not you against me"
What a goddamn liar
It's like being friends is a job
And I'm here because the notice said that theyre ready to hire
Though I try and try and try and try but it seems that I can't get any further
It's like I'm watching you drift away from me and yet you're right here, though you're deaf towards my plea
Almost like I'm chained to a chair and dreaming of a day when I truly will feel free
Free to look, to speak and not use my physique as a way to forespeak the state of our friendship.
I looked up to you but it seems that you've gone too far high
But I'll wait for you forever, if it means no goodbyes
And hence our friendship is like flowers fallen from a tree
Though they're on the ground, they're the prettiest thing you'll see
the power
of my physique
is utterly unique
this is not conceit
for as we speak
there are men
out there
willing to compete
to fall down at my feet
to be with me
not because they
want me
but because
they want me to be
the one to fulfill
their erotic fantasies
as sad
as that might be
they'll buy me expensive
jewelry
to impress me
try to entice me
with money
take me take me
to exclusive eateries
anything to please me
but the reality
it's not about me
it's about their endgame
making me
the fulfillment of
their erotic fantasies
you see
the power
of my physique
is utterly unique
which is why
I choose to remain
single and free
till the man destined
to be with me
will find me
and will fall in love
with the inner me
Unearthly beauties, one and all
Angelic faces, each a doll
Physique amazing, walking straight
In runway's perfect balanced gait
They smile, in answer to your smile
Dressed sharp and simple, modern style
Somehow they know what is in fashion
Those shapely legs inflame passion
No girl be equal to compete
With wonder bodies, eyes and feet
The arching brows, ideal skin
Earth doesn't hold your next of kin
We'd love to meet them, hold their hands
And speak, about to be fans
To run our fingers through the manes
Except a dream it all remains
They are not real, don't live here
These beauties not what they appear
At least not yet, not on my watch
All I can do is wish and watch
As catwalk model or a singer
A dancer with the moves that linger
Recite the story, silky voice
Leave us astounded, to rejoice
Be you not fake, I'd be on fire
Ones' manly brain, it goes haywire
Oh, why, but why create temptations
When none of you are God's creations?
Illusions perfect, by A.I.
Hello, my beauties, and goodbye
One day you'll join humans' world
I wouldn't live that long, I'm told
December 28, 2025
In a wintry hollow, atop Mount Crumpit, dwelled Max and The Grinch,
A dog and his master of mischief, whose heart measured an inch,
And beared a soul of zero dimensions, tented by a teardrop physique,
The villainous Who who'd snuck away with Christmas to his frosty peak.
Evil, like a snake, crept into Eve's mind.
Adam shared the apple of Eve's conceit.
Had they, in their unconsciousness, gone blind?
Did they think that they'd, with Yahweh, compete?
Cain's conscience convinced him. He killed Abel.
Crimes mingled with mortals, like blood with flesh.
What else, except sin, seemed to be stable?
Shouldn't, like babes, humans start their lives fresh?
Could Moses and Aaron thrive in their goals?
Could saints and prophets end every evil?
Could mundane fortunes save the human souls?
Could whims of physique charm the psychic will?
Earthly creatures seemed as though they'd gone mad.
Jesus, the Christ, saw these, and he felt sad.
I’ve a Greek nose though I’m no Greek,
And it does complete my physique.
Not long nor sharp, it is just right--
It surely fits my face and height.
It does its job most well indeed
To fill my olfactory need.
But more than this, I’m grateful to
My nose for what it’s forced to do,
Which is to hold my glasses clear
For me to see both far and near.
November 9, 2025
Among 1st Place
My November Challenge: An Ode to _______ (ONE STANZA ONLY) Poetry Contest
Sponsored by Andrea Dietrich
Equilibrium, harmony, and completeness
The Paramatman becomes one with the Atman.
It's like the ambrosic nectar and its sweetness.
Like the pristine jasmineness of the jasmine
Core dualism paves the way to non-dualism.
The illusion that blocks the way is torn away.
Divine rays outspread as though from a purine prism
Physique and psyche illumine like a heyday.
From the crown of the head to the sole of the feet
Divine vigour, like oxygenated blood, flows.
Flesh, bones, and veins feel a perpetual heartbeat.
Grace of the almighty, in every atom, glows.
Each moment is a mystery, like each day's dawn.
Between limitlessness and me, no line is drawn.
“Mystique”
by Positive Mark
My dearest, ravenous raven, I now approach you with the bill of a Blue Heron, and a one-track mind to sip your affection.
You’re perched in audacious submission, and it enslaves me.
You fit my lifestyle with your feminine wiles, you beautiful, gorgeous Black child.
Neatly petite, with the prettiest feet, my fever grows when you’re painting your toes.
How dare I let a day pass without writing a book about you?
There’s nothing I can do. I’m enamored with you, and engrossed in your mystique.
Your embossed physique drips past my eyes, to my lips, then I use it to moisten my quill.
What is love, but unwavering will?
Tanned physique
straight hair
my pasty flesh and
limp side-locks did not share
A bronze, chiseled adonis
was the look to emulate
but sunken chest and poor muscle tone
complemented my frizzy pate
Yet one advantage held I over
the muscle-bound crowd
Acknowledging the whistles of the crowd
~ My head, and heart, I bowed
Loyalty is not handed out, it is earned
So is trust, not given, done hard work
You may obey because of the salary
You may be good because of duality
Service is reciprocated due to contract
Other than that mimicry is a farce
But there is some kind beyond the act
Deeper than what you think and see
The heart sees it all from emotion view
Like passion that medicate to hurting
Touch the pain that solace loneliness
Mouth that talk wisdom so to speak
Hands that heals a worn out physique
Service beyond what is unexpected
All time free, on call or on busy body
Look beyond race or status but help
Give more than pocket, walk him a mile
Share wealth, sacrifice health for other
Life is enough for comfort, least be rich
Not for own but life after most rewarding
When books where open your record show
Humble assurance, your eternity ensured
One day is happiness for hard worker zeal
A rest is a content to a smile forever gain.
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