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Asleep At the Wheel

It’s evening rush hour on 101
Parched hills burn golden
Hemmed gnarled oaks see no road 
Crowded between cars heading home 
Smell the sage with windows rolled
God’s garnish perfumes my nose
His acres shrinking like my heart
AC on, car windows are closed
Distant lovers wait while hills burn
My off-ramp leads to no homecoming 
I close my eyes and count to five
Grip the wheel terror wakes me at two
Whisper to me, live this rush hour
The hills grow darker by the minute
The oak stretches its shadowy arms
No one to welcome me this Tuesday
Two cats starving hastens not this drive 
Soon twilight's violet will consume this gold
The oak, the hills, and I'll return to darkness
Return to the natural hue of the universe
If not for hope, I and our galaxy are devoid
We reflexively wait for a revolution
I unable to count to ten on the road
If not for hope, no exit welcomes
Because of hope, I came home
To the company of my screen

A Promise To Oneself

We humans, we tend to do a lot of things reflexively as an instinct. 
If we cannot fight, we flight. 
When we flight, we spend a majority of our time thinking. 
We tend to dwell on a lot of bad memories. 
We tend to grieve on our problems for way too long. 
And even if we try to get ourselves out of the thought cycle we find ourselves failing. Why would that be? 
I mean we as humans can not guarantee the next breath we take, can we? 
Then why bother about the future that I am not even sure of? 
I mean every single one of us suffers from something or the other, whether we show it or not. 
We are all suffering. 
So if my suffering today will be something i will forget tomorrow, I wish to not suffer anymore in the present. 

Rather i shall live for the moment, forget about my past and the future. 
For today, i will live and be thankful that i got to sleep sound, eat well and breathe another moment.

Pain

I take the world's pain.
Reflexively 
Unconsciously 
With such great facility
The globe's own personal Giver

Autologous torment on the other hand
Hides in a maze of inaccessibility. 
It is hazy, out of focus
Like a distant memory of a past dream

Oh, but external pain 
Beckons with a frequency only I am attuned to
It is palpable
Cuts me with sharpness 

It draws me like a magnet to the north
I soak it in through every pore
When my body is too full
I stack it on my shoulders 

Hunched under the weight
My feet move slowly and deliberately 
Don't fall. Don't drop it.
I stay on 2 feet
Yet buildings crumble around me

And within me

Agony bullets ping pong off my organs
Leaving visceral holes,
On ramps for poison to seep into my blood stream

There must be a cure
A way to shield and deflect 
And to purge my bones of the venom

But without the weighted blanket of torment 
My own bones would be exposed
I couldn't stand the sight of their brittleness
So I continue to cushion them with quilts of despondency.
At least they have something to lean on.

Ghost of You

•My breath wont let me say that you’re gone.
• This continuous pressure your mere memory forces on me pins me to this Earth
•won't you please let me go?
•At night I hear you unintelligibly shout to me through my pillow, your seething laugh haunts what precious moments I actually do sleep.
•Your visits should comfort me but they don’t, I dread seeing your baleful face.
•Especially since they come at 3AM.
•With a sweaty brow, and quivering heart.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•Was it my own heart? Incessantly beating, throbbing, quaking at the thought of you?
•No.. I just know its you.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•With every step the memory of your hateful fingertips burns the skin around my neck. I reflexively reach up to touch my throat and swear.. I can almost feel you there.
•Thump. Thump. Thump.
•I reach for the doorknob of my bedroom, the bedroom we used share, where you would leave me crying, bloodied and bruised…and with a shaking hand tighten my grip.
•THUMP!
•I pull the door open aggressively, being fully prepared to meet with your ghost face to face, but was only met with a cool breeze.
•Its like this every night.

Delirium Tremens

Moody.
He is absolutely blameless
Illogical, moral, and ethical arguments
He doesn't say anything; he simply does
It's conceivable he's behaving reflexively
It arrives, then vanishes
A kid is born and then dies
He lacks intelligence and emotional empathy
And the importance of balancing his relationships
It appears to be cruel and horrible
In both words and deeds

written: May 09, 2022

Pride

An old lion limps,
bones crumbling with each step.

Hyenas must kill him.
The once strong cannot remain
to infirm the thriving.

Antelope reflexively run
from hair-triggering scents.

A young pride hunts;
death lives at ease with life.
Fawns and calves are born
into needy mouths.

Windblown dust scatters scraps
of sun-clawed pelts.

Common Threads

Collective self-consciousness,
the well where I draw
old voices and struggles
lie deep in its craw
What’s shared but unstated,
reflexively pawned
to borrow ungiven
the right to what’s wrong
Collective self-consciousness,
polarity’s friend
unspoken meridian
between fact and pretend
To wait in the memory
of what’s yet to come
released by the moment
—humanity won

(The New Room: February, 2022)

Did She

When she stepped into the traffic
did she see the oncoming,

judge the distance;
the fleet footedness
of her thoughts calculating
the crossing,

or did she read the red end of her life
the way a deer might
caught in a blind light,
paralyzed by decisions?

I watched,
perhaps other eyes were on her
too far away from the moment
to save or rescue her time.

When planes break apart
the passengers fall out of it
thinking, calculating,
& dying before the end.

Possums lay in the road
gambling on deadness
to fend off an 18 wheelers.

Did a ghost of a thought
push her back,
keep her swaying 
like a cartoon road-runner
on the curb edge,

or did she plunge into the truck
gambling that she would
always be 
a moment away?

Was she already lost 
as she unraveled a tangle
at the other side of town.

This we cannot say,
for most of us reflexively 
looked away.

Staff of Power Within

As the rod of living pulsating light
Humming with energy does magnetise
The elixirous divine current of delight
Manifests joy within we cannot describe 

Imagine polarities within in divine union
An intimate lingering lovers caress
Fusion causing a slow motion explosion
Renewal of rapturous bliss climax

As one of the limbs of Shivas attributes
Divine bliss liberates & captivates
Love in love with love reflexively resolute
The seductive dance within elates

Thus becoming a transmutation heavenly
Hollowed out empty form ignited
As the explosion renews within continuously 
Bliss hypnotic holds us delighted

04-August-2020

Conundrum

Conundrum 

This confounding conundrum,
This continuing act of untying the pesky knots of existence,
This conniving, beating whirlwind of ever-swirling stresses,
Again served up on a plate mixed with legumes and angst,
Is taking all of us to the brink of aqueous insanity.
Life is eating at our gonads like a ravenous chigger,
And the madness of it all bites at our minds and hearts,
Leaving half dead infected people with terminal frowns.


We wake up every morning dreading the endless daily tasks,
The endless psycho-dramas concerning trivial insignificances,
The never-ending shuffles through the busy, hopeful turnstiles, to
Another turn of the page, another interminable trip to Magic City,
Where we all find our share of romantic nirvana dressed in grey suede.
But a dollar must be earned to pay the bill of the one who must pay his.
And so, we continue to breathe on reflexively and instinctively,
Like fat whales pulsing in a green bay.

Cart Blanche Aldi Time - Part Ii

entered said market seconds later, 
   and dye motioned (to her) as she sigh 
lent lee reached same idle sturdy cart, 
   which ordinarily requires a quarter to pry 
loose from a train of chained property. 

   I unthinkingly, reflexively, and blithely my
deferred politesse she took possession of cart. 
   Within instantaneous affirmation je
nais sais quais consent given for her 
   to load groceries in sought after cart, this guy 
noir got fast impression immediately formed, 
   whereby visually this chic chica to die
for spurred enticement as very pleasing 
   Halloween eye candy, hence desirable allie

madamoiselle in question totally tubularly 
   unaware of lovelorn spate. Minutes before 
tardy reaction (and perfect comeback 
   ex post facto) momentarily preoccupied chore
viz reviewing mental check list, my intent 
   to act with courage and acknowledge a door
quick to close.  Her (unbeknownst) 
   attractiveness to me. Upon inadvertently 
   froze me like Eeyore

Ultra Sound Tickles

Ultra Sound Tickles (By Moji Agha) 

Ultrasound tickles tickle soundly; 
Or do they? 

Do they have a choice in the matter? 
Or they tickle the trunk of pain reflexively, 
to cause reflective pained chuckles
at our deep folly? 

Do ultrasound tickles 
tickle soundly by nature? 
Or do they learn, 
by nurture,
to cause ultra tickles? 

Or alas, 
do nature and nurture
are tickle-dancing together,
as they always have? 

Now, 
talking about my tickled trunk: 
Does a lonely tree
fallen in the forest 
of human ignorance 
make a sound (perhaps an ultra sound),
when tickled by the seeing sounds of climate change? 
Can the ultra sounds 
of the worried hearts, 
of those who have "washed their eyes"
see one another? 

Can they see, hear, touch, smell, and taste
the fallen tree's sound of ultra pain? 
Of ultra warning?

Knolls

Kindling a balmy flame

Knolls lovely on both banks

Key to the cure of my

Knee pain, as the river

Knocks on the door inside

Knots dissolve in orange

Kneel I reflexively
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 March 10, 2017 for Pleiades K Contest of Kim Merryman

Telepathy

Cerebral magnetic attraction,
our minds are drawn to one another
I love the way your mind works,
as do you love mine
Mental synchronicity
is a beautiful thing to achieve
Blissful harmony
Our minds meld as one
when you merge with me
It feels good to think your thoughts,
things you desire of me
Then I reflexively know what to do,
how to completely satisfy you
With never a word spoken between us two

Let us touch telepathically,
look into my mind,
and tell me you love what you see
We are two corporeal bodies
Neural synaptic integration is how
foreplay to our lovemaking is done
Pure telepathy

You want me to caress your thoughts,
embrace the electrical energy
that your mind produce
I feel your theta waves
rise to the apex excitation phase
Orgasmic serotonin release
Pleasurable sensations
explode in our minds simultaneously

So in tune with each other empathically,
we stoke fires of desire with pure telepathy
This is how we make love in the 24th century

Human Horror House

What of life? What of death? Clinical murder under investigation.
With cruel calculation, the doctor splits the fetus into sections.
A "little boy's" leg jerks reflexively, a helpless human specimen.
Dreaming of riches, she coldly mutilates, a chilling death sentence.






Written on 9/21/2015

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