experimental poetry
The beauty of paradise overlooking the horizon
The beauty of paradise
overlooking the horizon
There's nothing more
that she could have ever
wanted in life
Hers is a sun-kissed
white-complected skin,
dappled,
in the tropical
rainforest clime
Knowing her
has given me
an outburst
like my inner child,
as I grappled within,
still wandering
innocently—thru time
but she is not your
basic woman,
I never did see her
to be a typical lass
that is influenced
by social artifice
because she grew up
according to her
own terms, not foisted
as if by any other
person or an opinion
—she knows herself
well, to know what it is
that she likes;
which she signifies
whatever she would want;
yet coy of her dislikes
in a world that is totally
hers & hers alone
how I wished I can
understand this mystery of
time
to know more about
her
& the gift of life sublime!
city mirk
city mirk
roaring subway car
a dreary mind
oblivious of
his own life track
heightened
blustering voice
adding to
annoying noise
buildings that
are drab yet towering
concrete structures
remembering
what once was
a very beautiful flower
cropping up in a
pavement crack
The Grey Cosmos
The Grey Cosmos
She is coming from a
faraway galaxy,
hauled into
this sick and sad
world of ruin
—it seems!
If I am to seek out
the gods of
the numberless galaxies
in the multiverse,
I'm pretty sure
the angel Jophiel
will intervene!
Because here
we are..again,
entwined in my
own orchestration
which does not
even speak like
a Neruda, or any
of the symbolists or
transcendentalist
poets for that matter.
Oh, how I
can
only
dream..
So I think these thoughts...
because I
am amazed
by glancing upon
your starlight
once again
in
this unspoken
path.