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Apparitions

We are concerned
With this frontal apparition
It captivates us
And pulls at our minds
The threat it represents
Is real and must be addressed
To this we all agree fully
And we go to work

The undertaking is effortful
We want to do it justice
Root-cause analysis and resolution
Taking generations

I am not here for it
Nor the resolution
I am here to snap my fingers
At your eyes with my words
To hold your chin in my hand
Pull your face away from the task
And look into your eyes with my spirit

Not to worry
It’s for justly a moment
Only once in every while
I’m searching for stagnancy
Which causes souls agony

Bite down on this
If I succeed
I’ll have prevented stillness
Or shattered its silence
A flash of anguish
Or an instant of revelation
Before you return to your task

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Look Up

Look up,
See the vastness,
Of our world,
Let your eyes swim in the sky blue,
And glide along the giant cotton balls,
The depth mesmerizes,
And dizzies.

Concrete recalls our attention,
Walls go up around our thoughts,
We look down,
And our world becomes resized,
To manageable compartments,
Defying even our imagination.

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A meditation on the Present

The gates to heaven
Have always been wide open
For any to enter
There are no angels
Or saints waiting
You may walk right through
But don’t expect anything
Anyone can walk through
Only those who believe
They can make their own heaven
Are set free

There is a duality to this place
Those who walk through
The freely open doors
Expecting to be given
What was promised
Those never leave
Spending eternity in Paradise
They haunt and become haunted
The Rusty Gates are always open
But they aren’t capable
Of leaving
The hell they created for themselves

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Falling

My mind,
Wary and stubborn,
Stuck deconstructing you,
Yet my foolish heart could no longer wait.

These words burst out of me,
Like a soul’s desire to tear towards you,
To mix and become one,
Morsels be damned.

Your voice was a source of inspiration,
Your eyes were a source of healing,
Your lips parted were silent beacons,
Their call louder than a whole world.

I remember,
Your hands radiated love…,
Time had slowed down.

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Depression

Unyielding,
Immoveable and dense,
Stuck in place,
A blank mind,
Submerged in quicksand.

 

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An Ode to Mangoes

Your fragrance,
Simultaneously bewildering,
And calming,
Sets into motion,
A desire for memories,
I follow my nose.

Ah, there you are,
A sight for sore eyes,
Pleasing curves,
Coloured softly and brightly,
Shades of green, red, yellow, and orange,
My entire being aches for you.

I move closer,
My heart beating faster,
My yearning for you,
And a past life,
Grows with every step,
I had forgotten,
My fondness,
for your plumpness.

I reach for you,
Feeling your soft skin,
Running my fingers,
Along your familiar shape,
One of you will not do,
I want all of you.

Come home with me,
I will bathe you,
Caressing you lovingly,
Before I devour you.

With every move of my hand,
You surrender,
Your wetness drips and splashes,
A heady sweetness,
From another world.

Your flesh in my mouth,
Intoxicating,
Ignites fireworks in my mind,
I struggle to consume,
Your every last drop,
Every last morsel,
I do not want to forget.

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Self Isolation

He paces back and forth,
Stamping his feet,
And for good measure,
Flips over some furniture,
In the living room of my mind.

Dressed in slacks,
Shirt and a vest,
A tie and polished shoes,
Hair neatly parted on one side,
Moustache a neat horizontal patch.

Let me introduce you,
This is my madman,
He sometimes puffs on a pipe,
Pacing back and forth,
In my living room.

He is a man of many tongues,
Mumbling to himself in Turkish,
Cursing in German,
Yelling in French,
Arguing in English.

“Listen to me!”
In an operatic overture,
He gives multiple directives,
All conflicting with each other,
All seemingly both Right and Wrong.

So powerful,
I attempt to compensate,
Balance and direction,
But it’s too late,
In this moment,
One lens is blue and the other pink.

I scramble for my,
Compass of decision-making,
I cannot believe my eyes!
The madman’s cacophony,
Has led North chasing East,
West dancing around South,
True North rendered indecipherable.

He leads an orchestra,
Of conflicting instruments,
The Emotions section,
Clashing with the Logic section,
And the Perspective section trips on its own feet and plants its face into the ground.

All this in my living room,
Wherever shall I bring my guests?
And how will they react to this man?
He will surely spit in their tea,
And slap them upside the head.