’Ego sum hic.’
Calling to the dawn,
Baying at the moon,
Petitioning the horizon,
Summoning the faithful;
The yearning indefinite,
In pursuit of an enduring affirmative;
An echo searching for its source
In the boundless beyond.
’Ibi tu es, tu es, tu es, tu es...‘
‘When at eve, at the bounding of the landscape, the heavens appear to recline so slowly on the earth, imagination pictures beyond the horizon an asylum of hope, a native land of love; and nature seems silently to repeat that man is immortal.’
- Madame de Stael
They all have ostracized rhyming,
Poets, themselves they be calling...
The F-words aplenty they use,
And they think they look cool...
Rescue the language if possible,
Listen to its cries, they are not plausible.
My HP Poem #1884
Hello there, Kettle
My name is ***
You’re blackened metal
And I am not
You are used for water-boiling
And I am used to cook
You are such a soiled thing
But I have such a look!
You find yourself, I am sure,
An object of ridicule
And I am found all the more
As absolutely critical
Do not pretend to be so true
As to walk the path that I’ve got
Do not pretend that I am like you
I assure you that you are not
You must endear to be like me
Old Kettle, I’m helping you out
You could change if you’d only see
You’re the one that sticks yourself out!
So go away, dumb Kettle,
Go away you silly old fool
Do not ******* and settle
You down ‘til you know the rules:
If you feel, do not speak
Not to me, at least
But if your hunger will not leave
Perhaps you need a priest
Or someone else who can deal with this
And the problems I’ve outlined, as well
Because I don’t want to deal with your *******
Just get some mother-******* help
I am the ***
You are the kettle
I am not like you
I am not like you
7/25/2020, 7:48 PM
Mirando el fuego me pregunto, que decidirás hacer? Tirarte entre las llamas y como loco aprender? La lumbre no quema; da vida y nuevo poder. La luz limpia y sana - espíritu y alma - alimento necesario para poder crecer.
Que harás, me pregunto?
Me quemarme completo y de ceniza lograre todo lo imposible haciendo el mundo ver que un loco no es loco por hacer lo que muchos nunca hacen.
Me muevo con confianza, bailando con las llamas.
with the winter dew
in her hair
gently kissing her skin
carried by the wind,
and the stars
sing along in unison
into the unknown.
Hello again, midnight thoughts — hello to your companion
agony and woe;
hello to you, Kalinaw
The hasty torrent hailed me
yet it wasn't till midnight
it was ten o'clock.
I was glancing at the sky — the conspicuous moon was the only view in the dreary night of
and the vapors appearing — I rubbed my breast,
it seemed bare and crushed in spirit
I was scribbling then — inside my head.
even if — I don't know
I don't even know
where to turn,
where to find —
you are the placid,
the Supreme Being.
When all else is a turmoil — a chaos
a between and between
a two term
seized with fear of the unknown.
You are all I could hold on to
Kalinaw — serenity
calm and peaceful.
Hello again midnight thoughts
I was here outside — peering at the sky
it wasn't blue
it wasn't apt
but it was bleak
for the night has occurred.
Shifting figures from ten to eleven
an hour away before you show up, then — why are you so soon?
That is why I called her — “Kalinaw, I need you.”
Here she comes
oasis amid the departed night — where thoughts are thirsty
they strike the place like minds empty;
where no one is serene.
Hello then, for the last time — midnight thoughts
it drifted from eleven to twelve
now is the moment — to call her again.
“Kalinaw, he was here again.”
Kalinaw is a Filipino word that means, Serenity or Tranquility.
Theme: Political Zero Hour [00:00:00]
There were times
when I heard his voice
in my dreams
calling me -
calling my name -
calling me home
but people told me
not to believe
happening in dreams
and so I stayed
and home far away
To be strong is the ability to build a mindset
to exist in other dimension when you feel
discomfort in a particular surrounding,
be somewhere lightyears far mentally
you seem to exist close physically.
Sometimes that is vital.
You are stronger than you think.
And that is your calling.
Theme: Lession learned
Our calling is not as individuals,
But as a whole being,
The fluid thoughts
Interconnecting through our passion,
Our never ending river of poetry
I love this thought of mine.