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Broken Loop

About two on a Friday morning
Here I am lying on the floor 
My reflection on a tilted photo seeping

Through the frame while I'm laying 
still, weighed down by guilt to the core 
of not being a responsible sibling;

Of taking a creeping path of lying 
to protect the society that did nothing but wore
me down and put me in a quod of losing

myself and all I've ever known; And breaking 
all the rules only to end up fading before 
I know it; Oh! But made me laugh like crying

As I wiped my tears, I'm now feeling 
the best way to learn is to unlearn more 
and more of the fabricated lies we learnt growing

up and now we are born again in this amazing 
world, so, it's about time we swore 
to be ourselves and as I get up startling, 
Hey! The photo isn't tilted anymore, darling!

Sweetness of Origin

Earthen songs! from handsome angel throngs, opsoletus
Intervals and spells of the scope of temporal rondure,
A surging of the populus in singulari confluentia 
So the book does diagram guthan, guð, and god,
Khute gaia, of poured earth, where legend sleeps
The burial dunes of Zeus, Aether, Erebus, and Chaos
Seasons advance with a tempering of wind’s instruments,
Sweltering bloom to hyperborean calm of frozen seed
Daughters and sons! from cildhama, fruit of the womb
Roaming deeds, of sin and samaritan, per omne spatium
Space of continental breadth or old borough border rings
Century to century in continuo, each end to seamless end
non vigilemus et dormimus in aeternum, of briefest history,
We do not speak of ages dissolved in lights of admiration
Stygian time cannot lie, and there will be other Dark Ages
We now originate and architect machines from the earth
Greater eyes and senses than what natura dedit nobis
What have we committed that we can conceivably survive?
nihil est quod in dulcedinem originis non evanescatin,
There is nothing that does not fade into the sweetness of its origin.

'quod'

You have existed now
  —forever

(Villanova Pennsylvania: March, 2019)

In Old California 8

Then father broke her thinking with rebuff.

"Shhh! You're talking to yourself. Everybody's
looking. They can hear. You're not saying Mass.
Be more respectful!"

And she complied, not wanting twice recuff.
‘Twas so, all gave her disapproval view.
Now she heard priest, not wanting make remuff.
Words came from missal people so well knew.

"In principio erat Verbum, et Verbum erat
apud Deum, et Deus erat Verbum. Hoc erat
in principio apud Deum. Omnia per ipsum
facta sunt; et sine ipso factum est
nihil, quod factum est: in ipso vita erat,
et vita erat lux hominum: et lux in
tenebris lucet, et tenebrae eam non
comprehenderunt."

Madea and Moonlight

Late a time barrel sound and moonlight inline for a castoff

The missing is a sure the pure blood leave along

Time a gate night it shall fall (nine)

News for a witness fresh to cattle wind of time (win for time)

Age a gate torn for a past night eyes in gazed (glass)

The missing is a sure the pure blood leave along

Point of a moon a point of projection is star along

Words and suggestion left of hounds to howls the night moon

I ask could one word the mean in latin better

Quod est a certus missing sanguis exire per

Age Quod Agis

she is sleeping
like a lioness
after a late night
burst with the power 
man
alea lacta esta
expects
quick returns
insecure core in
an inflated ego
plush love nest
acquinti qui tuetur
age quod agis
i am going to
sleep

aug 11 2016
6.30 pm

Reflections Into Antiquity

“Hoc est quod Isidorus”, she said,
As I ate Swiss cheese
Wrapped in a starch fold,
While blatantly returning a nod. 

Never grace my table
With your impurity.
Is it finished?
Indeed!

Something supercilious waxes the eye,
and you beaming go.
I stay for the gladiator match.
But all around I see hordes.

She said there was a transcript in the mail.
But I laid down my life,
And the desert sands
Covered me like a stinging blanket.

Ode to the lost oblivion,
Sung well on a star-stretched night,
Hovering over my soul like a luna moth.
Isidore, never cover my pity.

(Isidore: “The last scholar of the ancient world”.)

Because I Can

Ibi , culpa non est
Quia hoc modo non solum superest,
Dixit non restrictione

Et tandem sanavit dolor meus
Let me poetemur sine ban
Quia est indefinita

Et quod relinquetur mirabile escape
Hoc erit questus
Denique , non permanens, restrictione

percutiam
in finem
Nam cum summa felicitas legere omnibus dicam?

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Quod Est Veritas

His eyes full of love,
Embraces the man asking him:
Quod Est Veritas?

Conspiracy

come to join the fight?
come to stop the siege?
come to grab your country
from the dirt upon her knees?

time to learn the battlecry
it echos from my breast
shout it to the mountain tops
and fight your very best!

ut anarchy quod licentia
nos orir oriri ortus
keep it well in mind
or nay eternally in focus

ut anarchy quod licentia
nos orir oriri ortus
its the way the west was founded 
its the only ending for us

Describit Description

screen est vestis
stares adversus referre
fastidium tuum---
loquitur nisi ad te
integer elit,
quod autem dictum est, ideas, ut cum te fabulas narrare,
nondum est ipsum suum &
quod est horologium ticking
& circa angulum rectum opus die tommorow
scis,
somnus corporis necessitatibus
reliqui corporis necessitatibus
se ab illa corporis necessaria pulls screen
(fed melius ire ad sustentationem a piece of opus in sacculo,
quam inanem animum inside) ---
sed plus interiorem hominem,
una vis impress
ratione cuius
tu creasti ad splendorem
clarissimis quasi stellae in caelo
cuius lucis te acervum images & verborum
clausus sicco sol
accedit quod cum tot horas omnia asserere conatus tuos
inlido
tibi
sicut
a
bug--- 
sed actum est descriptis & tardus
incipio super asperges digitos keys
dum modo illa memoriae tradiderunt.

Quod Sum Eris

Dark is the specter, shadowy images form in this tomb
Early is the mourn, long and dreary is the gloom
Anonymous now are you as well, cradled, nestled in
Death and the darkest fall, as our fate now begins


"I am what you will be" -Anonymous Roman tombstone


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This last part was updated and added for P.D.'s Contest: "Your (OWN) favorite poem"

This is my favorite poem that I've written for a few reasons.  First, the title is written in Latin, a favorite language of mine and translates to the quote written at the end of the poem.  Second, it is my feelings about how death equalizes us all and we all start fresh on a new journey. Last, I think I really captured a desolate feeling of how an anonymous tomb is, as the spirit of the one resting is long gone but the body rests in peace.

Eterni Amoris Latin

Death tegit et mens impetro lost in tempore.
  Desidero labris tuis
 Quantum olim Jesus.
 Deum nos, sed fieri sentio traditur.
 Tulit te sine cogitatione me
 Vota
 Somnis
 Spes esse te
 Hopefully, quod futurum esse

 I tactus decipiaris
 Vestra rideat
 Deus me ludos iocosque
 Media cadunt
 Et somnium somnio
 Sed somnis deficeretur
 Porrigere I
 Sed ne tetigeritis

 Commodule me manent
 Non flevi
 Venio
 Erimus sicut speravimus semper, mi.

Sins of Adam

Hold the mirror to your face your the broken enemy precious is your inhabition a pathway to 
your sanity delusions lead to hollow confusion a metamorphsis borderline dilemma, whats 
the pleasure in a lesser evil is the comfort addictive at the seat of kings in your wildest 
dreams let the lies pull you under let the wayward intentions leave you blinded it's infinite 
that you carry this heavy burden as a prelude to your infamy. The rhythm of your beating 
heart is soothing inspired yet still withering I've lead you into deception to the doorsteps of 
the jackel himself, say your simple hymn and sacrifice your boundaries: "In muto of rebirh 
ego tribuo ut thee cruentus manuum in edens nemus uindico thee quod rector thee inregnum 
of lux in eve illae alveus nox noctis amen".

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