Power of Speech
I stop squeezing my mind
For what happened to me
Since I scavenged uninterrupted
For my philosophical stone
In a deforming mirror
I had to look forward to cracking
Any astrological luck
Left on my shoulders
Stretching me to the limit
Of defying gravity
While leaving behind
A convoy of scattered stars.
What if I could make gold with gold
Think like Leonardo da Vinci
Write a computer code
Like Tim Berners-Lee?...
Altogether
I wasn't trying to square the circle
Nor invent
My own immaculate conception.
All I wanted to accomplish is
To speak and be heard.
A wall between walls whispers
To the darkness
That my saddlebag of hopes
Has been lost regretfully
Last autumn in the stream
Of an unsuspected wind.
Let's get this clear
Once and for all
I may not have any hope
To talk about,
Don't expect me to shut up
Until I die
With my mouth full of words.
Apocalypse Of The American Dream
A Poem dedicated to Gerald Celente
Here we are
Toy soldiers, Barbie dolls
Monopoly money flying off the shelves
As intentions remain disguised,
A rush hour to nowhere.
Suspicion hangs heavy in the air.
Fingerprints of greed upon the land,
Stain the walls and smear every surface,
Tearing our world apart
Entangling us in a labyrinth of lingering agony.
As financial empires crumble and fall,
We tumble towards a dismal crown.
Here we are
A shot heard around the world
Misdirection concocted with twists of propaganda
A sinister plot to keep us quiet
While economic doom looms large,
Forcing us to gasp for breath in its tort.
We are sliding into a sea of hell,
Crafted with a sinister dusk,
Leaving us trapped in uncertainty.
A bipartisan fakery,
A manufactured reprieve of endless war
Bacchanal Celebration of the uniparty,
To keep us all in the duality
Of a totalitarian doomsday cult of our own making,
With ties to the darkest corners,
Where shadows dance in the hue.
Why did George Orwell paint a future so dire
Of totalitarian control, a world on fire?
To blackmail us into believing
We are incapable of repelling it,
Pressuring us to fear, to tyranny.
Wall Street proclaimed, "Greed is good,"
A mantra repeated, understood,
Molding our minds, shaping our views,
Enforcing belief in capitalism's ruse.
Political speech, a vile roast of reality,
A nonsensical tale of deceit,
Yet, within its twisted words,
Makes us struggle to comprehend our reality.
Revelations of a conning government,
Manufactured divisions run deep,
As secrets too dark to keep.
In the chaos of our unraveling,
We grasp for a glimmer of light,
But find ourselves lost in the darkness
Of a world consumed by blight.
Do The Right Thing, a mirror held to our face,
Amid conflict beyond repair.
We consume the lies, a terrible plight,
Believing we're powerless, as they've said.
Free falling into despair
Believing we're powerless as the moments fly by.
Here we are
We've been conned and betrayed.
In the shadows of towering skyscrapers,
Where dreams were once fashioned from thin air,
A secret kleptocracy aims to divide and deceive,
Bleeding us dry, as we unquestioningly believe
In our American uniqueness
Until we start blaming each other
While everything gets worse,
A dysfunctional elite
Building lies around dysfunctions
Inducing us into believing
Our eroding circumstances are our own,
As they steal our lives, forsaking us to atone.
Fake news media informs us to be angry and tribalized,
Daytime television warns our morality is compromised,
Local news instills fear in our neighbors, near and far,
As we celebrate masked actors, forgetting who we are.
Reality Tell-a-Vision doesn't tell our reality,
Preferably, it shows life's hedonistic strife.
Zombie television tells us the public remains our enemy.
Social media floods with existential rife,
With nonsense conspiracy theories and memes abound,
Telling us we're hopeless in a world so unsound.
On a never-ending track,
An all-time high in the belief that we are helpless,
No matter the bubbles we encase,
Bombarded with existential crises in every space,
A surge in apocalyptic film, literature, and games,
Telling us there's no way out of society's flames,
As we buy cans of Liquid Death, in our despair,
And drink Death Coffee to fuel our inner plight,
In this rotten farce, we see no end in sight.
For our entire lives, we've been led astray,
In a world where our strength is fading away,
Divided against itself in a power play so grand,
As we believe we're powerless.
But in the end, we're left alone,
In a world where truth is overthrown.
As we've been brainwashed with silent screams,
We find ourselves constantly shaking down.
Things escalate wildly in a world gone awry
Where Dr. Strangelove teaches us to stop and comply.
In the collapsed towers, nobody stands,
Only masked actors with bloodied hands
As we hurtle towards an inevitable brawl.
Here we are
Investigating the mountain of lies,
We uncover the truth, rotten to the core,
As vicious beasts roam in our streets.
Smoke and mirrors promise miraculous destinies,
But abandoning us stranded, battered, and frail.
In this desperate state of dying slowly,
Words ring true, screaming at us to wake up.
Yet suspicion clouds every intention,
As we ponder the reasons why.
The fabric of society frays at the seams,
As revelations tear through the veil,
Exposing the rot within our midst.
Our lives are a tangled web of deceit.
O say, can you see?
We are drowning in the sea.
On this moon of deception and decay,
We grasp for a semblance of truth,
But find ourselves drowning in the sea.
O say, can you see?
Did we go to the moon?
Why are we drowning in the sea?
Our Statue of Liberty is sinking fast and deep.
O say, can you see?
I'm begging you; can you see?
In the wreckage of shattered dreams,
We find ourselves lost in the debris,
Victims of a grand illusion,
Where reality is uncomfortable to see.
Terrified, yes, but unafraid to tell,
The tale of our time, the ringing knell
Of corruption and deceit,
We rise, we rise; we must rise above
In the name of truth, justice, and love.
O say, can you see?
Can you see?
Can you see?
Poetry Matters
what is life without poetry?
An interminable long walk
In a desert
While being thirsty for water.
A fletching friendship
Without a smile,laughter
And peaceful gathering.
What is life without poetry?
What is life without poetry?
A boring adventure
without light, fire, and sun.
As long as
There are human beings;
As long as
There is an infinitely complex,
An incomprehensibly vast
And an unimaginably
mysterious universe;
As long as
There is a whole
Four-plus-twelve-dimensional world
Where dwell the Highest God
And an array of other gods,
Poetry matters.
The Triumph Of Free Will
Here I am
Finding myself
In a new normal
That is far from normal
Draped in tidbit of lies
Layered in fear
Beautified by manipulation.
The more
The news cycle
Has been populated
with propaganda
And conspiracy theory
The more
I have been torn apart
Between the usual
and the unusual,
Been force-fed a breakdown
To break me down.
To what extent
Can you dehumanize
The entire world?
Let's get the word
in the streets:
It starts with me
I do not consent.
The Tale Of A Broken Clock
I’m not in the mirror
who I see myself to be,
And the mirror is not me
But I can see myself clearly
Enchained
Real or fictional
In a convolution
Not of my own making.
My mirror is a broken clock
And I'm a rebel bird
Broken
But yet,
Sometimes flying against the wing
Sometimes fighting against the rain
How broken can you be
When you want to break free?
How broken can you be
When you set to connect the dots
But there are no dots to connect?
The greatest treasure
Of a man is his freedom.
Until old wrinkled face seems to linger on,
The illusion is disintegrating
Layer by layer.
I’m hobbling on a bed of hot coals
To reclaim my revolution
To beat the passing of time,
One thing leads to another;
To infuse blood into a new evolution
To beat the passing of time.
For as much as I’m breathing,
I still have some fight in me.
Wait for it,
Hail to the sanctity of life!
I stand free.
The Battle Of The Eclipse
I'm Eclipse
I'm known as Eclipse
I emerge during sunny and cloudy days
A harbinger of fate
Feared and revered
Crisscrossing civilizations
Through the ages
I cast a cloak of darkness,
A reminder of mortality's sway,
Shattering illusions of grandeur,
Guiding mortals through night's display.
In my totality, darkness reigns
I reach totality and drop darkness.
Yet, within this shadowy imbalance,
Truths unseen in the light's embrace,
Now unveiled, in darkness loud.
I'm Eclipse
I'm known as Eclipse
What used to be seen in the light
It is now seen in darkness
But fear not, for even in the dreadful hour,
The Eternal Light's promise rings clear,
With His seal of eternity,
Dispelling shadows and banishing fear.
So let the battle of the eclipse rage on,
A testament to the cosmic play,
For in the end,
it is the Eternal Light,
Before whom I bow down majestically,
Whose brilliance guides us on our way.
The Devil's Agenda
God gives us free will,
It's up to us to choose
Hell or Paradise
Life or death.
The devil swears
To himself to strip us
Of our free will,
Make us worship him
At all costs
And take us straight
To hell with him
Where he will end up eternally.
Don't you see
It's all about him?
Be aware
Your favorite group
Of people who are taking
Your freedom away
Bit by bit
Slice by slice
Inch by inch
Ask yourself
Who they're working for.
Paradoxical Fairy-tale
Once upon a time
In the land of the serpent
The movie ends
before it's been played.
We're all colliding
In a convoluted reality
Built on Lies and blood.
We think we know
We think we understand
Then we accept
What we know
Then we accept
What we understand
But we're all been played.
Even before
We start playing
All the pieces
Have been moved
In a game of lies,
manipulation and deception
We didn't choose.
As long as it's profitable
Winning and losing
Are the same face
Of a big coin
Out of our control
Then we accept we lose
Then we accept we win.
Where is the human will
The end of the beginning
And the beginning
Of the future?
As for me,
I will be singing
I'm on the winning side.
The Paradigm of Trust
Trust stands still
Trust comes first
Trust wins.
Don't mandate me
To trust you
When I already love you.
Just because I trust you
Don't mandate me
To love you.
Before and after the fact
Trust stands still
Trust comes first
Trust wins.
The Lessons of Life
What is left of me
Is more than You Know,
I may still look superfluous
Built like a giant sandcastle
But life teaches me
How to empower myself
In every dream, I dream of.
It's how I think,
It's how I feel
That define me.
What is left of me
Is more than you know,
I'm not anymore
Who I was perceived to be
I may still look like water,
More than water
I have been mixed with fire.
I may still look like a number,
But life teaches me
How to alter myself
On every page of the book
And let my rebellious nature
Blow off the numeric order.
What is left of me
Is more than you know,
I may seem to throw it all away,
But I choose to be who I am,
Unconquerable
And I stick to it
Life teaches me
No matter what
I must go through
Strive not to turn off
The divine sparkle in me.
What is left of me
Is more than you know,
I may still seem to let fear
Playing an antagonizing game
Between right and wrong
And constantly being betrayed
By misplaced trust,
Excessive desire
And misperception
But life teaches me how to mirror
A small flame into a quiet fire,
A bolt of innocent lightning
Into a silent thunder,
A calm mountain
Into an eruptive volcano.
What is left of me is definitely
More than you know.
The Majesty of the Reddish Egret
What a display of grandeur,
Strength and royalty!
its wingspan blocks the sun
To confound its prey.
It moves silently
In shallow water
At dawn and dust
To strike fiercely,
To conquer ruthlessly.
When activated,
All bets are all in
No turning back
No second thought
No mixed feeling
Standing still
Standing tall.
Its wingspan blocks the sun
To confound its prey
No turning back
No second thought
No mixed feeling
Standing still
Standing tall.
The enigma of human experience
I'm morphed
into the dualism
Of creation and destruction
Chaos and order
Waiting for something new
Waiting to renew myself
Inside a conclave
Of disorderly thoughts
Waiting for the next spring
To palpate a blossoming flower
Beneath my old velvet glove
I wish I could explain
What hope is
And what hope is for
My reality is here
My reality is with me
I am my own reality
Chase me or change me
Love me or hate me
I'm here to stay
Until I rejoin
The next cycle of life.
Our Story
I'm a secret lover
Who can't resist taking his secret
To the whole world.
Forever love
Bestows on my childhood memories
A kind of an unknown language
That you can't talk
But you can only feel it,
illuminates the dark side of the moon
Into a giant harvest of light,
Cheerful, but yet unaccustomed.
Hawaii, paradise of love
Here I come excited and unafraid
I will bring my love
Make me a paradise.
Ephemeral and shattered,
The storyline doesn't match
My true story.
Don't cry for me.
Misleading and disharmonious,
The storytelling doesn't tell
The whole story
Cry me a river.
This is how the story goes
Secret lover, no more
I don't trust myself around you
But I trust you blindly
To map out the rain
In a foggy and cloudy sky
Together
Our story is one and unbreakable
Forever love
In a foggy and cloudy sky.
I was poeticizing about flowers
"If God had not made woman, He wouldn't have made the flower either."
Victor Hugo.
Fragile
Gracious
lovely
Sweet
Feminine
unique
Untouched
Magical
Exotic
Playful
kissable
Heavenly precious
Profoundly beautiful
Charmingly beautiful
Appealingly beautiful
Rare hybrid...
The fallacy of the Ego
I boost your ego
You let me go
And I'm the ultimate victim.
"This is it for me.
This is my move on."
I'm just quoting you verbatim
Like you are possessed by a demon.
A tacit admission of guilt,
Against my best wishes,
I was sabotaging us
You turn yourself
Into a fictional character
In a novel not yet written.
Shed some light
On your dark side,
come back
And tell me what you see.
If love happens
If love happens
It might
Scare you
Wreck you
Antagonize you
Overtake you.
If love happens
It might direct your path
To six-feet under
Go instead
To twenty-nine thousand feet over.
If love happens
Hold up and hold on
Go for a walk.
Don't let it get in the way
At last,
Alone with her,
I got caught up between
Dream and reality.
Suddenly
Having noticed
That she is the dream
And the reality
I immersed myself
In the momentum,
Of the moment
And became
In a heartbeat,
A heartbeat
Of intense passion.
Suddenly
The night was young
And love conquered.
Onto the next,
The little death...
French kiss
When our lips touch each other,
It's like honey and its comb
I like when you say to me:
Give me your lips;
This is the arousing part
Where you bless me
With your feminine grace.
Like the sunflower
Ready for the morning sun,
Like the river has merged
with the ocean,
Like the bird has returned
To its nest
It's all of me and all of you
Becoming one
In a sacred, symbiotic,
And spiritual soul kiss
That shouts to the whole universe
This is our moment in time
We belong to each other.
Lingering Kiss
Your kiss is the breath of life
That rebalances me
To go on with my day.
My cup of tea
My cup of white tea
Mixed with soft mint,
Jasmine and lavender...
The seduction of Emma Valdoramay
She didn't set out to be a seductress
Until she became a seducted
She was afraid of love
Not wanting to see her heart
Being devastated in stitches,
By a thousand cuts.
You're a seducer, she said to him
Why do you say that?
He asked politely.
Because the first time we met
You melted me
like a mountain of snow
Melting away in the summer.
I must confess:
I thought I built giant walls
To protect me from a man like you.
There you are,
Tearing them down altogether
Without allowing me
The benefit of a fight.
Really? he exclaimed
Tell me more.
You walked up to me
you touched my hands flirtatiously
you looked me straight in the eyes
And complimented me
with a calm, balanced,
Masculine, and confident voice.
I didn't expect it,
I didn't want it,
I was blown away.
She continued:
I was a lost soul; you shelter me.
I was a lost ship; you seize me.
I was a lost bird; you cage me.
I was a diamond in the rough,
You dig me out and make me yours.
And what do you think of me now?
You're a happy man.
Why do you say that? He asked.
She replied:
You know how to give and receive pleasure.
Down memory lane,
If you elect to remember
one thing about me
What would that be?
She answered:
You intrinsically love women.
Happiness Seeker
My heart gets soaked
By the thrill of joy
That your love brings me
Nights and days
Sensual and passionate kisses
Are the thrills that make me happy.
I'm not a thrill-seeker,
I'm a happiness-seeker.
Farewell to a comfortable illusion
You fumble with love
By trying not to trigger
A conditioned response
To only paint yourself into oblivion
You wanted to know
What it feels like
To love passionately
You fell in love so hard
Until it hurt
You cried randomly
Until you had to let go.
From hopeless romantic
To hopeful romantic
One day you will find love again
Or love will find you
Balancing back out again
To see yourself cheerfully in love
And beginning a new chapter
Of intense inspiration.
It's the desire to try again
That makes love worth trying.
One day you will find love again
Or love will find you.
Unparalleled world
If I become a caged bird
in a firestorm
Would you let me fly free
Or collect my ashes
For another day
Of daydreaming?
If I become a love letter
In a purple bottle
would you bury me
In an iceberg
Or let me swim lovely
At sunrise
On my own water?
As I'm weaving words
To sculpture your body
In a bed of roses
My sea adjourns
its relentless flow
To see through
The cycle of life.
There is no such thing
As a slow moving-making love.
love makes me think backward
And I'm still here.
Make Poetry great again
I don't have to do this
But I can't let this escape me.
We don't cave in
And look for a hideaway
We don't capitulate
And let things fade away.
We renew our spirit,
We renew ourselves,
We renew our world.
We rekindle our inalienable desire
To live free
And to maintain our freedom
Wherever we set foot,
And against all odds.
When and where
It is unavoidable,
We answer the call to safeguard
Our humanity,
Protect children and women
And fight for peace.
We push all limits
To establish civilizations
In the most uncharted territories;
We erect cities, towns, and states,
We build countries
Across wilderness and unruly seas;
We proudly raise our flags,
Symbol of the greatness
Of the human mind.
I don't have to do this
But I can't let this escape me.
It must be said in unison:
Let's make poetry great again.
Worm moon
Moon of love
Rain on me
I'm yours tonight
I'm all yours
Rain on me
Shape me
Into moondust
Let me bathe
In your efflorescent light
Let me breathe the perfume
Of your suntanned skin
To let the moment speak
In multiple shades of desire
Rain on me
I'm yours tonight
All yours
Rain on me
Rain on me.
The dilemma of Silence
When silence screams at you,
In the least expected places,
Anytime,
Anywhere;
When silence strikes you,
At the least expected moments,
At any instant,
At any event;
When silence hammers you
At any minute,
At any second,
In a nanosecond,
Is it unfathomable death?
Is it tacit consent?
Is it clamorous indifference?
The calm before the storm
The stillness of a pin drop
In the entire universe,
The tranquility after the rain
The guilty quietness
At the crime scene,
No one knows when silence
Appears without an invitation
Disappears without saying goodbye
Silence just reigns.
The last kiss
You shined in my presence
Like a full moon
On a Siberian night.
The last kiss was meant to be
A wish for a new dream
But I wanted it to last
Like a waterfall in a river.
I didn't want to start anew;
I just wanted to be a river.
Who wants to be a dry lake,
An ephemeral lakebed
Where life stands still,
Shrinks or retreats?
Let's be together a river
Flowing Through a rift valley,
An abundance of water
Spelling an abundant life.
Thou shalt love Poetry
It is said
That the kingdom of heaven
Is for heroes, saints and poets.
If you're not a hero,
Be a saint.
If you're not a saint,
Be a poet.
And God said:
Thou shalt love poetry!
My heroes need poetry
To keep their heart humble
My saints need poetry
To keep their heart fervent
My poets praise me
Night and day
And magnify my name
Throughout the whole creation.
Love is the underlying principle
Of poetry.
If you can grasp the essence of love,
You become a surefire poet at heart.
And God said again and again:
Thou shalt love poetry.
