Listening to you
oh what a to-do
it looks like
you've come unglued
or going bananas
your psyche's addled the mind muddled
brain's fogged boggled or befuddled
is something missing
a marble or two
perhaps a loose screw
maybe more than a few
and making a run
or bolt for it
will never do
it's not too late
to join the inmates
for as well you know
you will still be there
wherever you go
A garden is an
effort to express life's temp-
-orary beauty
The psyche was burned and left us numb, floating like a boat without oars on an endless river,
the world was darker than the pitch-black of a closet full of hungry bats,
and the whiskey and wine seeped deep into our weary veins,
when the blood was too weak to carry the burden of our lost dreams,
we surrendered to a dance of shadows, a waltz of memories and forgetting,
on a horizon where the stars were extinguished by a dense cloud of silence,
we feel time slipping away like sand through our fingers, mercilessly,
in a world where hopes are just lost echoes in the night,
and our souls wander on untrodden paths, searching for a spark of light,
in a land of memories where once we dreamed of being immortal,
but now only shadows keep us company on this silent journey,
and wine and whiskey become our allies in the battle with forgetting and lost time.
Sometimes,
I open a message
from there words
fly like butterflies,
stabbing my face, stabbing my back
I sit all in the dust,
I start to glow from the inside
for there are people on earth
wants to talk to me
drink with me like the sun.
Psyche, in the morning hours;
Belladonna flowers?
Dancing stars in silent showers?
Glimmers, glows, and glowers!
Ariadne, webs to weave?
Wisdom, will ye grieve?
What ought mortals to believe?
What ought I conceive?
Kali Mother, over boil?
Face down in the soil!
Military, might, embroil?
Serpents, coals a-coil...
Queen Tomyris, papyrus?
What indeed to write?
Cyrus caught a virus?
Reality, fade white!
Crabapples brew for Crassus?
To "most indecent" go!
No use skipping classes!
Revenge for him, my foe!
Tyrannosaur with face a-stern?
Tamarind taciturn!
Canis Major, what to learn?
Dinosaur, discern....
Heaven, storm, thy journey long;
Inspired by a song?
Fate and Fortune, blow a-strong!
Daughters, doth belong...?
Over, soul? Remote? Control?
Position, thy pole.
Nearby stars, hope, golden bowl?
Mole, dig toward the vole.
Doubts are always hiding/
Inside each of us/
Life is hard/
We will never be rid of it/
Lurking in the back of the mind/
In dormant mode/
Only to be shot forth/
Like a bullet/
To keep assaulting one's mind/
It's hard not to doubt/
With the world we live in/
More people getting more shady/
Everybody leading us to trust issues/
I hate doubting someone/
I guess it's built into us/
For a reason/
Like a type of radar/
For doubts alone/
The true body glows to the pattern of the mind you’re in.
(9/24/24)
Eyes without zeal
Fists without soul
Tongue without bone.
Unshackle your psyche
break the chains of fear
explore the cosmos
dare to appear
GREEDY for adventure
LUSTY for love
ALIVE to passions
long buried here
Our Mysterial World
Our Mysterial World
I dissociate to observe myself
from outside my body
I feel separated
I’m dreaming
Flashbacks torrent
I’m in one place
yet my psyche is in another
Simultaneous presence
At ease with bilocation.
Blank for poetry
For the first time, I’m blank
No poetic rhythm
or vocabulary connoisseurship
Just plainly and utterly blank
I’m searching and scouring
Not finding the right words
Or any words at all
I’m just...blank
Maybe that’s what this does to you
This way of being deliberately broken
With such a piercing pain
it echoes through the shards of sobs
As I watch the shreds of ashes
Of all I’d based my short-lived life on
Stain the same palm of hands
That worked so hard to appease
Touching the ever so intricate part of me
Shattered
Weeping for the part that held
Every single thread of my dedication
Woven into the most validating piece of clothing
Warm and secure it embraced
Like a heated coat in the cruel winter
And I sat there, blank
Lips sealed with grief
For a self that made the psyche rest
And now I stand worthless and wordless
Blank.
rainbow butterfly
ode colors aliferous
possessor of eyes
Cerebral ventricles capitulate in the face of fatigue.
At night I am judged by executioners from the shadows who stalk me.
At dawn demons hold my head upright.
Our symbiosis is lethal,
and I can't kill them inside me.
That would be suicide indeed.
/it's getting dark/
The night surrendered to me.
corrosive eyelid rains destroy the skin,
on my body are written the names of the victims
of my internal wars.
I am a woman of principle,
but you should be afraid of them.
You only served me pain,
along with the pain, you also served me a salve,
so that tomorrow your conscience doesn't burn you alive,
but every diagnosis wakes up my inner fires and I burn from the inside,
the verdict on the paper which you bequeathed to me.
Do you have a salve for that too?
"The Color of Soul"
Yesterday I got a rug,
A thirty year old Turkish village weaving
Just full of light and joy, so much so
That it makes all my others seem soulless.
Like ***********, soul is something
You can’t define but know when you meet it.
And once met
You will never be the same.
People disparage the modern world
For a variety of reasons,
While at the same time enjoying the benefits,
But it all boils down to it being soulless.
Soul apparently is a delicate thing
Something that isn’t a thing
Exists by degrees
And is expressed in everything we do and create.
And what we create without soul is lifeless.
This would of course
Apply to the children we raise
Which perhaps explains a lot today.
Maybe it’s possible to revive and cultivate soul,
The Turkish rug certainly implies so
Which gives me hope
For myself and every one else.
I still don’t know what it is
But at least I know now how it feels,
And thus see more clearly
What it isn’t.
(8/30/23)
I no longer have any need nor want, my love cannot be bought.
I found the mesmerizing god of love my soul had once long sought.
I find through telepathy he counters every bad thought.
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