Category Archives: deep

Ganges

dip a toe on the surface
let it carve ripples
spirit hovering over the waters
dividing darkness and light
how far-gone we went
all our reincarnated lives unspent
a shopping cart wheel left bent
heavily recalcitrant to window shopping
and the temporal tweeting birds
how we trap you in an urn
and we lift the lid for your ashes
to join with the Ganges river
i hope to see your freed smirk
catch the light of your eyes
in the last gleam of ten thousand sunsets
reflecting off the waters

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Adult

town.
unbelievable
mechanical, insatiable
that’s what your heart pangs quiver
directionless echoing
into the stratosphere
how can I be more unclear?
chambers of the heart
all inflamed
how can the stakes be more raised?
we grazed in the fields unblossomed
we took to the steps unassumed
retched all that was given to you
until they begin to notice you
retiring and changeability
the banality of marketability
and networkability
inconsequential
race to dead ends
sucking up to Uncle Sam
calculate and quantify
crouch and survive
quicken my heart for the Right
remove the veil
unfurl the sails
lift the anchor
leave no trails
I’m no adult

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Pearl

come and commandeer my soul
a little bit of sand slipped in
and it’s being refined into a pearl
lift a prayer for the ordeals
eyes flutter during the stake out
no bullhorn political clout
I cringe at every logical fallacy
doubting  our immortality
wait
your gasping breath has more meaning then for oxygen
a longing for someone or something beyond the present
I’m not about self-fulfilling prophecies
or cradling temporal fashionable identities
I lift my gaze to the author

knowing His penmanship is my own precursor
I gaze at the beauty of reality all around me
the daffodil caught in light and shade
wadding into the river stream of life
beyond emptiness of striving and strife
find the simple pleasures of day to day
of running, cooking, my soul’s being made
so come and commandeer my soul
slip a bit of yourself in
and refine my life

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Four Winds

was it enough

returning back home

notwithstanding your heart

caught between

a ghost here or there

teleportating particles

you shake my hand

touch it with emenating heat

afterthought

firebranded with alcohol

searing heat swallowed whole

jonah deep in a whale

complained of the air quality

you are impregnable

untouchable

inscrutable

handcrafted

in all particularity

bearing postage

swayed, nay bound

by the four winds

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