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M Ignacio May 20
I thought about thinking
pure meta-cognition
reflective, reflection
creative ignition
so, breaking the lock
I slip into the engine
subversive, cerebral
divine intervention
I arrive not in light
but perpetual pain
I suppose this psychosis I chose is the same
as the beast in the mirror
mirror image of me
that I see softly sway
from a branch on a tree.
darkness scratches
M Ignacio May 27
you wander
through my body
like a child
with a pack
of matches
just a feeling
Lifeless tree
deep summer swell
mind is weapon
sky is hell  
branch is thorn
silence key
gateless godless  
atrophy

Summer fire
winter locks
ice and flame
in equinox
bloom and buzz
fruit alight
yet lifeless tree
in darkness blight

Hint of blood
in gnarled bough
spits of life
somewhere somehow
chain of fire
knitted sun
whip and thrash
in twilight spun

‘til quiver flick
sweet root and ghost
the twisted spine
consume the host
a lowly bud
through brackish skin
immaculate
in life begin  

A single leaf
from sacred breath
flits upon
this tree of death
little flame
holy hues
on burning sea
our god imbues

So, when darkest dreams  
in wrath arise
stroking red
the silent skies
I hold within
however brief
against my heart
a little leaf
hope hides in the tiniest of spaces...sometimes
M Ignacio Jun 4
WE interrupt our program to brINg you this imporrr…tAnt MESSSSSS…

White wall…
canvas of blood…
symmetrical…
battered consciousness of time…signals switched?
(Aberration)
password: “pepper” …
red skin of the burdened goddess…
breaking the fourth wall…
shattering innocence…
breath of hunger…
awaken…
(I…resist)
teardrops soften…
like rain on a coffin…
but her memory…
my gift, not mine to give…
heterogenesis, external causation…
impute…
(I re…sist)
before the chamber door…
revelation of angles…
wings unfolding…
the golden ratio…
in the palm of my hand…
rain of salt…
offerings for the virgins…
recalibrate…
the heart of the goat…

strike me dead!
my brain today...
M Ignacio May 15
crow
hungry for god
holds light in mouth
flies into self
alone
he
consumes his death
and is in darkness reborn
beating his wings
to fire  
his
eyes
rings of oil
hold the madness in
deep black
iron
pulling
stars through flesh
crying: ‘I am memory!
the sea, I flow
in me I fly
in you
the crow!’
beautiful, intelligent creatures in us
Cat
In box
Schrödinger
Giddily gawks
Meow?
lanterne fun
M Ignacio May 16
a dream catcher’s
dreams catch her
dream catching
dreams
while naked, she slips
through rivers and
streams
confessing her sins
she silently
screams
as her dream catcher’s
dreams catch her
dream catching
dreams
flight and dream
M Ignacio May 7
Earth…
In my throat, its pulse
the scar of space
between the silence

trickles above our shadows
the smell of rain
caught in the dim grey eye

breaks in whispers  
the blur of night
slipping through skin

our bodies in violent shiver
her curved arm – my god!
is the texture of nightmare

the scar of space
between the silence
the smell of rain…
             …pulses
drowning sorrow
tolls
the burning sea
under sheets of storm
where shadows rupture
into stars
and through infinite mutant night
is where, Death and I
wrapped in strands of silence, fly
rise above the wrath
M Ignacio May 30
in the cradle of my tongue
burns a small pearl

shaped like the moon
heavy as death

in the rift between shadows
pulls my skull into the earth

mouth and fire effervescent
sleight of winter sky  

in sheens of thick molten blue
cruel and raw

cut like god
cracks to life

the face of thunder  
in the cradle of my tongue beset

a pearl of blackest night born
my oath to keep
words slip like worlds between us
M Ignacio Jun 5
between darkness and memory
split the night
dispossess the parasite
purge the venom from my skull
give me proper burial
M Ignacio May 25
cold moon…
trouble me not with your naked eye
dark tears of light you liquefy
and bathe in blood slow western crawl
capture breath upon god’s wall
a winter’s river sweet black as stone
in me your darkness flows alone
dispossession life is war
an unsound calm defines your core
so out of place we wander wane
the scent of sun on skin sustain  
my memory through space of kin
between the shadows of our sin
you hold my hand in lifeless rift
and you, oh you and me adrift

…cold moon
in the candle of the sea
holds
the glut of rain
against her beating breast - for me
cascading droplets
into the universe
full of glass
declares:  
“I am the sun, alas
…alas”
M Ignacio May 18
quantum entanglement
(has me) synching
into
silence
jump!
M Ignacio May 13
There are nights the gaunt moon
pretends to be thunder
to enrapture the hell heavy heart  
but tonight, she sings not
sweet silence asunder  
no light from her lips shall depart
a moon held in silence, weeps
M Ignacio May 7
Time’s atrophy
coldest eastern sun, ascend
and enter into holy torch ablaze
with peripheral awakening  
parting stars, pierce red blood
above frozen petals infinite aloft
upon dead black water  

In this oblivion, atoms hesitate  
and the earth becomes bleak and shapeless
beneath a suffering once impermeable
now swelling into a deeper silence
the chrysalis of memory  
defending its river
the nadir of dawn’s winter
M Ignacio May 11
in my jar, crooked cold
pressing gray, these bones I fold
while the rain beats dead, a wandering sun
trapped in glass, I hear no one
a passing eye, on occasion may
break the dark, then drift away
some raise my glass, inspect my frame
insect inside, open disdain
a violent shake, the jar disorder  
lines in black, define our border
appendage flick, exo-twitch
mortuary, bodies switch
human light, dissolve inside
primordial, formaldehyde
peering out, mosaic eye    
a hundred faces, pass me by
strangely calm, I float in fire
wings alight, in razor wire
breathless crowd, violent entwine
close around, my morbid shrine:
‘see his face! so full of death!’
‘my god! the rage! in every breath!’
upon a flame, of crimson doom
they cast my jar and break the gloom
translucent crack, bathe in hate
around my skull, encapsulate  
fade to gray, fury flow
perpetuate the vertigo
silence snap, the raucous din  
pulls me from, without, within
through incandescent vaults of sky
I find a place within the eye
where time is split in earth and water
twisting light amid the slaughter
sweep me high into the glade
quantum opus cavalcade
ochre lion, desert bliss
bring me metamorphosis
desire to transform into the silence
M Ignacio Jun 6
…the shape of dreams
              …ocean glass
blunted drunk
on pebble tumble
under deep winter wave
bleeding darkness
into sparks of fire
effervescent
stirs in old memory
deep colors, tossed beautiful
with a flick of the sun
where nimble cheek kisses
on cold wind
find
a wandering tear
ocean glass, once jagged and harsh, will eventually tame into pieces of beauty
Let the silence between us
bleed into / a space of absence
and unbury the flesh
within the violence /  
to part deep / the blackness
of starlings / heart held  
melting into the sun /
so beautiful / so cold
that even wings / the shape
of fire / eviscerate
into memory
when absence is presence
M Ignacio May 26
I am
awake
in this dream
of fitheavy
amorphic
darkness
full of war
parting stars  
into tremor
the beautiful silence
dust
sea
the smash of god
beneath the waves
the heave of lung
cold, gray
heavy as the day
caught in the teeth  
of sky
broken jawed
and    
soft as fire
just a feeling
M Ignacio Jun 5
Spring - lifeless in palm
Rendered inarticulate
By winter held hard
~the~
Erroneous truth
Breath of fire traces the mind
Opens eye upon
~wayward~
Icons, tombs of flesh
Bury the heart, withers love
Weeping silence blind
~shall~
In red cut fields strike
The fallen shields, kin in death
Haunting songs lament
~in stillness~
Raise the sea skyward
****** in brutal madness
Thunder sings soundless
~rise~
And scream into light
A beating distant land, where
Dormant, blooms the night
~eternal~
haiku play
M Ignacio May 23
to my shadow,
no love
shall I give
so, cling and clutch
as you may
under flicks of day
and all that is
sweet as death
and between us, the silence
in darkness, seize
the sky
and choke all that is lullaby  
wrap me cold
and in darkness, unfold
your wings, on the wall above
but tonight, as I write  
no candles, I’ll light
no battle, no shadow, no love
night can go either way, depends on where the shadows will lay

— The End —