The Conqueror
She is the conqueror..
—a girl from the
Spanish conquest
As if dawning like
the sky, —instead of
conquering, she got
conquered
Indeed, ingenue and young,
If only we all knew
Carl Jung
Never faulted in our
fault-finding sphere,
the casuists called
her dear
Fragility of the heart,
too insurmountable
to be broken by concrete blocks
—that some called art
Hell no! (Millennials disagree!)
We are all just suffering
from anomie!
—fading fast
sleep on
the things
that matter
having no cares
about the world
like the otter
this is how he
studies the marshes
and rainforests
unbothered
like too many
diktats leaving
them smothered
that's how i
clean forget
subconscious past
by being in the
present, i have
judged the last
that's how it
always goes
jibed or othered
transcendence
(in our essence)
spirituality
fading fast
Oops!
I didn't know that
I kicked a girl in the chest
I did it again—
—Like Little Houses
Like little houses—
Are the places within which
—can be called our homes
Shoestrings (an affected poem)
Are people's
lonesome adventures
depressive masquerades?
In a culture of one's
design; only
'tis Not
Deceit tied them
together like
Shoelace
Solace.
To Paddle One's Canoe Over Still Waters
Seeming storylines are child's play
Appearing to you like 'tis
something funny
Out of our little trembling political
situation
If only stars are the silent majority
They must twinkle—endlessly, without a noise
No matter how far we are,
theoretically
The light year spanned space-time
to have brought
me to you
—wondering, now, if vice versa is
also
true
In a sense of delight that had made
young lovers swoon
'Tis a mother's loving caress to a
newborn
A perfect love of Astrological
compatibility
And forever they will
choose to share lovingkindness
—to each other & for others.
—
As well.