I was conceived from the mind
Birthed into my thoughts
Finding gravity to walk on
Grew up calculating my mistakes
Now, another platform exists
One I must use to survive
These boxes requires a constant gaze
Barely looking up to the stars
Leaves no room for a divided attention
Always peeking at new updates
while on the highway, driving
I pray there’s no traffic on 95 south today
So this eternal torture may be easier to take on soul
Tag Archives: poetry
Beautiful Vanity
Beautiful lies
Coated with dreamy feels
Smooth as steamy silk
Clouds of emerald green
Burn and smoke
Inhale these vices, for
You will never know
These deceptive desires
Full with false hope
You will never know, I tell you
All these vanity goals
Full with false ambitions
You’ll never know, I must tell you
Until you’re finally caged,
trapped in the devil’s den
Dante’s Plagues
To find love
To feel love
To fight love
To hold love
All deep in the depths of hell
To be judged for love
To sin for love
In hell, I reside
Blinded by the ancient one
Burning souls crying for things
Valueless, such a pity
Unable to heal these gaping wounds
In this state lacking good deeds
Where balance was sorth after
Faith remained immeasurable
This place of contemplating
I am not a good man
Pain, betrayal, acceptance
Cars and More Cars
Mechanical things, I see
This past years has me
breathing all things industrial
Robotic arms, all on ground
Moving by the second, faster
than a big brown stallion
Unnatural with the fast pace
Still I move further
Cutting my way through time
Hoping to disappear
Leaving behind a trace of color
More of a homage from my heart
I mean engine, as the gear changes
Dissipating as the oil reduces
Hoping I don’t leak
Bumping recklessly, loosing suspension
Rubber marks and rubber smell
Always replaced letting in the new tear
Simple World: a diary in space
Found my being in space
Eye balls both blown out
Raised hair spiked with electricity
Chakra moving through my thoughts
Black space
A canvass to create another masterpiece
Where’s my lab coat though?
Another moment
In a state of inhabited silence
Particles of my flesh floating
Body organs close to touch
Are those my bones over there by the red looking boulder?
Wait are those space ships?
Sheet! Things are getting more weird
Bright zooming lights,
alien abduction?
I’ll probably get a pros…..?
A spring of thought
Sight of internal influence
Expressed with a clear view
All co-existing in one entity
Planets living with planets
A star with a star
A soul with flesh
See where I’m going?
Galaxies all compresses with life
Some of which: walk, move, eat, produce, create, and of course destroy
All carefully held by their belief of existing
Crazy?
Well, thats my view from up here
Here in this circular motion of black space
Jazz for sure
If there was a theme music for space
Jazz for sure, it will be
Galaxies full of stars
Rhythms wrapped around
orthodox melodies
Exhaling and inhaling
Planetary systems breathing life out
Birth of crystal lights
Electricity combining
with heavenly and waterly bodies
Beautiful death
Though repeating the loop
For the music lives on
through different forms
Just like
Jazz, for sure
Blessings
Walking down the street
Hands swaying side by side
Exchange pain with a smile
care free
I’m going with the winds today
Left my baggage somewhere i forget
Here’s a moment I found
Full with hope
No one can stop me
Forward as I go
Unravel mystery as gifts
Deep melodies in tongue
Hearts kicking, full with a bounce
Smile today
Grab love
Sing along
Release your heaviness
Light in heart
Grab the sun, if you can
Forget the burns
Feel the warmth
Calm the raging voice
Strides and strides
Onwards with your smile
Today’s a new day
stories from past winter
Wished myself to the depths of the den
Looming presence, air shut tight
Meet with the head of the pride
His teeth blaring naked white
Growls formed into words
…
You came after all the said lies
You believed the implanted illusions
Guided with greed, you flew
from the safety of the forest
skin, eyes and soul, all of you, present now
….
Beast revealing, different forms
different man-made lies the world has accepted
all boxed into a hallucinating bottle coated with pure gold
….
I am here
In the belly of the beast
I am here
hear the growls of lost souls
I am here
fervently seeking a way back home
Poe’s Man Dream : to be wealthy in spirit
Somedays, when my pile of storms fills up
I restrain, then convulse and realize that
I want to tear out my skin
plug out my eyes, burn out my tongue
dismantle my weary bones
bury my dripping brain beneath
and just walk out alive
spirit free
Choices without limitations
Free from all the vexation
Free to fly away from classifications
Free to unearth even more deeper lights
Somedays, I wish this skin of mine had me free
free from all these colored lines
Flat Line
Eyes jelly juice
Red, only red
Filling up
Through the cracks
Streets merged, leaking
Out the within hate comes
Madness and lies
Dollar cent stores
High ends perfume
Glass, mirrors reflecting
A taste of the unknown
Tricks by tricksters
False alarm
Never awoke
In death,
Flat lined amongst heaps
Weight upon weight
Scattered to form a single voice
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