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.

Poetry matters

what is life without poetry?

An interminable long walk

In a desert

While being thirsty for water.

What is life without poetry?

A fletching friendship

Without a smile,laughter

And peaceful gathering.

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 broken man.

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 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.

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.