Category Archives: poetry

Nonexistent by Virtue of Resistance

There is space but there is no room.
Spring and stem and leaves,
But there is no bloom.

A moment nonexistent by virtue of resistance.
Committed- thus forbearing,
Sentiments like seasons deemed inconsistent.

Tongue tied and eyes wide.
Rampant desire,
Yearning confined to hide.

All that is manifest is this poetic vaccine.
Preventatively remaining hypothetical,
Locution evinced to quarentine.

The time is not now.
There is no reason,
No sense in seeking how.

There is space but there is no room.
Spring and stem and leaves,
But there is no bloom.

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All is Know

As above, so below,
As the stars and planets ordain,
We are reflection of Cosmic DNA.
Manifested organically, existing dynamically,
Interwoven and intertwined,
Yet separate in form, to form define.

So define, but not Defined.
Realize, Realize.

Speak your mind,
See your life.
Love and flow,
Find, you grow.

All is Know.
And so it goes..

We are the authors,
Language, our echo to the ages.
Yet it is written,
So listen through the pages.
We are the conscious and the awareness.

Un-define, the Self-Defined.
Realize, Real Eyes.

Speak your mind,
See your life.
Love and flow,
Find, you grow.

All is Know.
For so it goes… As above, so below.

By Any Other Name…

By any other name, yet we remain unnamed.
By any other name, because we don’t cast blame.
By any other name, but we enjoy the home runs more than the very game.
By any other name, what I see would grow beyond tame.
By any other name, the intensity of your gaze would be considered the same.
By any other name, yet we remain unnamed.
By any other name, because we don’t cast blame.
By any other name, and the sweet scent would be classified as rose,
but that, that would only make it vulnerable to decompose.
By any other name, and we would call it love,
but this is just, just amicable touch.
By any other name, and we would address it as such,
but this, this is not so much.
By any other name, yet we remain unnamed.
By any other name, because we don’t cast blame.

Libre e Encarcelada

Comienza el día como ningún otro.
La noche todavía presente,
Pero se hace ser conocido el aliento del sol que viene.

Y es que el día es nuevo,
Pero los sentimientos procedentes.
Y es que el sol que da luz es el mismo que siega,
Por razón de su misma habilidad de iluminar con tanto vigor.

Libre, e encarcelada-
Libre, e encarcelada.

Comienzan las caricias como cualquier otras,
Pone sus manos sobre mi piel.
Apretones firmes,
Pero también temblorosos e inciertos.

Decadente es el sabor de su deseo,
Proliferándose hacia satisfacción con solo tocarme.
Se libera y me ata.

Libre, e encarcelada-
Libre, e encarcelada.

Ella es el todo.
Y yo,
También,
Parte de ella.

Unsensed Nociception

Love only happens at arms length when paper meets pen.
I am numbness on the verge of feeling pain,
But too callous to be aware of afference.

Clear skies only happen through my window,
Step outside, grey clouds ease from sun,
But I corrode amid this humidity.

I describe a day a kin to me like a brother,
I describe a day that is like any other.
A day when you shine bright and I opaque your light,
A day when you stand ground and I take flight.

I am frozen by your flame,
I am frozen by your flame,
I am frozen by your flame…

Loved, in vain.