There is a world
Where you don't get old,
Where truth and love are bold,
Where peace is written in gold,
Where human dignity cannot be sold,
Where perfect beauty we will behold
And every secret will unfold.
For sure there is this world
But where it is, I haven’t been told!
Dec 31, 2021
Dec 31, 2021 at 8:34 PM UTC
Simple refined elegance
Cute design
New sober hues:
A distinct personality.
How much do we take
From objects?
How many objects
Walk on our legs?
Sep 13, 2021
Sep 13, 2021 at 7:28 PM UTC
The sea rolls his waves
Smoothly to the shore;
From the dunes
Shrubs of prickly juniper
Scrutinize the horizon.
Burning summer but
Cool winds softly whisper
moments of eternity.
Two seagulls head for the moon,
Hoping to dive into pristine waters
In this declining afternoon.
Aug 21, 2021
Aug 21, 2021 at 9:34 PM UTC
How great are big things?
Look at the grandeur of the Canyon,
Carved by rambling waters, roaring winds and time;
Sliced vertically like onion,
Moulded with red rock, yellow sand and white lime;
Measured by the eagles as their dominion;
Engraved with veins of pristine water and roots of pinyon;
Home of the Navajos' ancestral spirits: a land sublime.
If you can apprehend the width and depth of this reign
then you can explore the canyons of your brain
and know all the layers of joy and pain.
Jul 12, 2021
Jul 12, 2021 at 3:44 AM UTC
What use was this creation,
If it delivered boastful, vain, narcissism and loveless, black depression?
If it is directing decision making from biological, human intelligence to unemotional, artificial intelligence?
If it is drowning azure, Polynesian islands and raising polymeric, garbage archipelagos?
If Amazon is no more a forest of lush, stunning biodiversity
but a world wide jungle of objects to be consumed?
If “this piece of work, man”, “the quintessence of dust”, is
the CREATOR of utter, hydrogen destruction, capable of annihilating any form of life seven times in a row?
Jul 7, 2021
Jul 7, 2021 at 5:22 AM UTC
I like the word reminiscent.
Like an echo of a quondam.
Events that very likely happened
But are inevitably vanishing.
Passions still light the night
And northern lights wave in a psychedelic sky.
Is it reality or just a faint dream?
Once we lived on that bluish dot,
Covered with trees, down the Galaxy
Where the breeze danced with the sea
And just music could lull thoughts.
Perhaps after a Big Crunch and a new Big Bang,
With a little patience;
We might all be Revenants.
“So this is a good bye.”
Jun 29, 2021
Jun 29, 2021 at 7:55 PM UTC
Day in, day out.
Life in, life out.
Just like in a roundabout.
It’s a one way ticket, no doubt!
In your journey, so many things you can do without.
Well, take time for a lookout.
Jun 22, 2021
Jun 22, 2021 at 9:35 PM UTC
Vegas take us
to the Promised Sand.
There, sun dries the minds
And greens money,
Though not for many.
There, you will see Luxury
or listen to an adagio by Lake Bellagio.
There, Venice has a painted sky
and Caesar hasn't ceased to cast dice.
There, things are real
and truth is a Mirage.
And there your anguish drear
will soar into the Stratosfear.
Jun 21, 2021
Jun 21, 2021 at 8:21 PM UTC
Wherever I go
there's a dog called Ego
that follows me.
Listen!
I'm the new Plato and Shakespeare;
I'm the prophet and the Messiah,
I'm Caesar and Brutus,
Robespierre and Napoleon,
I'm Queen Victoria and Jack the Ripper;
The father and The son,
I'm the voice and its Echo,
the alpha and omega,
big bang and big crunch,
the visible universe and dark matter;
I'm the poem that hasn't been written yet;
The word that means every other word:
Life.
Hush!
Theatres are closed.
There's people suffering and dying,
Unheard!
May 27, 2021
May 27, 2021 at 9:42 PM UTC
What if the exact number
of world population is
ONE?
Inside him and her,
billions of neurons are connecting,
conducting electricity,
blending chemicals
joining stars into constellations;
and, who knows why,
distilling poetry from a night sky.
May 21, 2021
May 21, 2021 at 9:17 PM UTC