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Luis Martinez-Rivera Poem
Seeing the world fall
the people failing one another
I find solace in knowing
that even through life
we are more than chemical reactions.
Screaming through 3/8 inches
of the human skull,
longing for the rains-
over the empty manor,
Followed only by a sickening tapping.
How cursed is thought...
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Why?
Wag of the finger
“No, No, No”
“You’re not on the ball”
All that stands out!
No lecture-
only words…
As light in August,
the fading memories-
yet the shaking head-
brown hair with streaks of blonde,
that stupid finger…
Why?
Hispanic perplexed-
in Spanish…
Learning conjugation
to an end.
Or was it those eyes?
fierce, emitting…
Amusement-
Why?
All for-
Wag of the finger…
“No, No, No”
“You’re not on the ball”
Only flames,
burn the flash-
There in the corner-
Abrir- To open
Retention averted.
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We constantly deal with poetry which puts us in a soporific state,
we sit here apathetic to the cause of studying this beautiful art-
but Poetry’s breath Ad Nauseum about love and laments is bad for a date,
oblivious to the images, while attempting to turn the key we begin to depart.
Yet the door haunts us, novels, plays, yet poetry is the apex,
of this ethereal mystery within the maelstrom that is our mind,
alas this frustration is focused upon the conundrum of poetry being complex,
is it just a condensed novel, this Herculean Task of understanding the undefined.
There are many who deem poetry obsolete but tis rather far from its nadir,
now begins the unequivocally splendid power of the imagination-
hidden by poetry from the vituperative invader,
who’ve made an egregious mistake in deeming poetry a partial differential equation.
Imagination, oh what a beauty long forgotten in the age of reason-
we’ve been given Hobson’s choice, force fed Occam’s razor, given epitome-
yet good ol’ imagination persist like an excretion,
from the eyes of the true daughter of time, Science’s proficiency.
People assume poetry is the modern day Gordian’s Knot-
well- let us assume this is Utopia, were Imagination runs wild-
as she watches her forest, a black cat surreptitiously passes a man in thought,
startled because it is Friday the thirteenth his Triskaidekaphobia- this is all rather mild-
Just the tip of the iceberg was touched upon, just the tip-
Poetry and humanity is an oleaginous affair we mix but do not blend,
Or should we, poems are nothing more than what we put in, as if to dip-
just our toes, before we plunge head first into poems so as to apprehend.
Poetry is the Sun, as you are the flowers shined upon,
given warmth of knowledge and power if you are to just reach.
Not to let Poetry in as if to catch on-
give it back in your own form of speech.
Through your own imagination feed poetry,
It hungers for your reality, though not reality-
procrastinate not- hopefully,
for your conceptions are your sanity.
Or rather is fancy your sanity- decide,
it will affect your observation of poetry forevermore.
It will excite-
whether you believe it to or not- you will love or abhor.
Poetry is not arduous -
just do not assume there is a secret door.
In fact poetry is quite virtuous-
Seek only what you can give poetry, I do implore.
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Relentless days,
sleepless nights.
Longing-
peace,
never achieved.
Oh-bright Fire.
Never burn out-
Fortitude-
Passion-
Never waiver.
For within,
Relentless days-
Sleepless nights-
Lays a Fire,
brighter than Sun,
purest of Moon's glow.
Oh-bright Fire.
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Remember Victor Frankenstein-
his fault that transcends generations,
no, no, no not his desire my dear child,
hiding the daemons of our minds-
that is the real tragedy.
His heart told him to continue-
as if following the heart trumps the brain,
his skin crawling as his eyes widen-
gasping and panting with his heart.
Remember Victor Frankenstein-
watching his family disappear,
the secret hidden away- but so
what, remember Victor Frankenstein-
Victor Frankenstein is the template.
Finding ourselves sharing space and thought,
yet gaining nothing- for there is still a boundary,
the ideas locked away in the corner-
hidden from the other-
desiring oneness with the other-
Individualism never leaves,
but the allurement-
of having a mind to share,
a heart to hold-
Binding the mind for the sake,
of a manic heart.
But the knowledge is there,
though there is a together-
is there really a together?
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Fiery embers bright as the sun,
interwoven with darkness-
realizing the abyss will overwhelm-
everyone meets the dead end.
Deadly flickers with a chance-
youthful, vibrant, snap-
incoming crackle-
neglected fuel-
gives way to empty dreams.
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Thoughts know of no bounds,
hopes leading to the sounds.
Dreary reality replaced by lustrous fantasy-
Nature fails to provide, yet the conception provides pure ecstasy!
Not for the frail for terror-joy are abound,
Screams and laughter–resound.
To important of a role-
Often referred- the key to the soul.
Sublime!
What wonderful time!
Powerful tool,
Why ridicule?
Vibrant imagination,
Never fall to realities-possession.
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Nothingness-
pure,
vibrant,
black-and-white.
Oh-
the brightest you say?
Oh-
elegant you believe?
Have you ever,
wished upon a star?
Constellations,
the true color,
of canvas,
that is the sky!
A dark sea,
black-and-white
twinkle,
light and bright.
Black-
White-
Oh!
Orion's belt....
A little to the left.
A little to the right.
True color,
in black-and-white.
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The journey of perilous seas-
a vessel so grand-
plunging into the darkest abyss-
eagerly searching as the house upon a rock-
Steering true through mutinies,
teetering on the brink of tipping!
Rallying, never to waver again!
Yet another voyage just dawning-forevermore!
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My story begins as all others,
jealousy, love, failure, success,
enlightenment, struggle,
happiness and despair.
As the leaf turns revealing-
the end, my tale.
Has more to be told.
Oh wait I forgot the bard...
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