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Apr 5
Apr 5, 2026 at 9:54 AM UTC
and you head **** into a poem, built like a barrier,
in the mid of morning’s pre dawn night,
when supreme silence magnifies
every isolated and isolatable
all the lonely individual
lip smacked wordy
utterances of a
a specific isotopic
a-glowing, almost luminous, poem,
a pockmarking world of human words,
all springing, illuminating
within the midst of 20K of a cohort
of mostly sleeping souls in a single neighborhood,
assembled of, upon, in/on a singular Manhattan city block,
and you scream out HOT ****
in your silence and silencing main brain,
for you’re stopped, blockaded, and much to your
own surprise, these words, you !wrote, self declaring
themselves finale finished
done
and you place your
ten fingered writing utensil
on your rising & falling chest
mouthing only
Amen~A Man~You~Man
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 4:14 AM UTC
In my magic library I find old Carl Jung,
read by voice
I may imagine my own,
reading in a polished Oxford accent, with the
or made an uh at every opportunity,
and no e ever unspoken {save after lone stretched vowles stretching}
each word forming as from a bubble of thought, with one
tangentle anchor point,
stretching down from that thought cloud emerging from the bubbles
bubbling
in your magmatic earthly being,
at the heart of you
where your fire
burns
piercing.
I speak, with authority, I hear me say,
I shall know I know
as much or more
of such thoughts
as these
Memories, Dreams, Reflections.
Old man visions loosed into ever, like
the preacher making many books,
vain, but enjoyable,
all the same,
after
mediating between me and the others,
out there, free in the sea
of opinions, bound only by fear of death,
to lives of quiet desparation, to ti esti in
separation from secret knowledge unearnible,
in one mortal life's longest
state of steady
concentration
on the point
of being.
at all
or having any part in this production,
blooming, ******
beat
of my heart, oh, hell no, hello
world...
we come with words formed in defeat,
defeat repeats the message
as follows
d'toes knows ken yond some kinda ying
yang warworths lisp ship cult prize thang.
Shib-o-let slow belly lethargy,
feel it in your big
toe, touch a stone and turn the cool side up
A papal bullishit bell curve
clang, gong.... wrong... good guess, give'er another go
****** right, too right, mate, take th'prize
sur
reality position superimposed over life as imagined
before the internet, but after TV... the inbetween time
seedtime, not harvest. Seed sown, unknown seed sown,
for better living, through science.
Side track: Bayer is famous for...
Xyclon B.
Right. The game of knowing going on as we wander, wondering
waht subtle subtility what keen sence of sharpness,
pointing a way, see... that pixel, upper left quadrant, in the per
ifery
edgy bit out of focus, can you
blink? Give us a clue, are we ludicrous by nature?
Are we only here to play,
to enjoy the grace of knowing God shat on all our filthy rags
and laughed as we danced around the fire,
lost in re
very very ify verity of varieties un en visioned until the release
The Alamogordo bit of my myth with you in it.
Initial response of any heroic application is denial.
No real hero wishes to be a real hero,
the day to day existence in a virtual eden, is fine.
When we get down to where jewels form latices far funner
than the jungle gym
or monkey bars of my youth, a prewar preparation,
proven to myself,
I can do this, grip and swing, and reach and grip and swing,
command the callouses to form, command the cells to signal,
more blood, more O, too. Oh, you,
wisdom coos, in that sweet way she does when we leave
those sure
bonds of earth and take a stake in heaven's will being done
in wisdom's main domain.
---
whole heart or no heart, the hero code,
probabble babble babble on and on an in fun
item left to fuggetchewwitcher doubus ****** haecceity
point.
Score. Thats the point of anything piercing everything.
It looks different from out here.
Jul 1, 2020
Jul 1, 2020 at 3:47 PM UTC
For Al, who left us
With each passing poem,
The degree of difficulty of diving ever higher,
Bar incrementally niched, inched, raised,
Domain, the association of words, ever lesser,
Repetition verboten, crime against pride.
Al,
You ask me when the words come:
With each passing year,
In the wee hours of
Ever diminishing time snatches,
The hours between midnight and rising,
Shrinkage, once six, now four hours,
Meant for body restoration,
Transpositional for poetic creation,
Only one body notes the new mark,
The digital, numerical clock of
Trillion hour sleep deficit, most taxing.
Al, you ask me from where do the words come:
Each of the five senses compete,
Pick me, Pick me, they shout,
The eyes see the tall grasses
Framing the ferry's to and fro life.
Waving bye bye to the
End of day harbor activities,
Putting your babies to sleep.
The ears hear the boat horns
Deep voiced, demanding pay attention,
I am now docking, I am important,
The sound lingers, long after
They are no longer important.
The tongue tastes the cooling
Italian prosecco merging victoriously
With its ally, the modestly warming rays
Of a September setting sun,
finally declaring, without stuttering,
Peace on Earth.
The odoriferous bay breezes,
A new for that second only smell,
But yet, very old bartender's recipe,
Salt, cooking oil, barbecue sauce, gasoline
And the winning new ingredient, freshly minted,
Stacked in ascending circumference order, onion rings.
These four senses all recombinant,
On the cheek, on the tongue,
Wafting, tickling, blasting, visioning
Merging into a single touch
That my pointer finger, by force majeure,
Declares, here,
poem aborning!
Contract with this moment,
now satisfied!
Al, what you did not ask was this:
With each passing poem,
I am lessened within, expurgated,
In a sense part of me, expunged,
Part of me, passing too,
Every poems birth diminishes me.
_________________________________
(this poem more than most,
for its birth celebrates
my loss, your loss,
which cannot be exonerated 8/7/18)
_________________________________
written at 4:38 AM
September 8th, 2012
Greenport Harbor, Long Island
May 21, 2013
May 21, 2013 at 7:07 AM UTC
ran into a whispering angel at the cemetery today,
customary to have a small ceremony
when the monument finished,
the grave now well and truly marked,
an unveiling held, the kaddish said,
a small stone
placed upon the monument,
a five thousand year old tradition,
started by Jacob
we line up to place our rock of ages goodbye token,
an opportunity to angel whisper one last goodbye,
but good bye is not on my mind,
no, my own approaching deceasing dead,
for the pains come regular now
in the places that means trouble ahead,
and no one knows but me
so to my friend Al,
who once asked me
where do the poems, the words, come from,
I whisper in your six feet underground ears,
though I swear I hear ya laughing both
right behind me both
at your jokes, and at me,
“see ya soon, buddy, see ya soon”
Jun 30, 2019
Jun 30, 2019 at 5:49 PM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 82
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
In the direct path of a wandering’
Whenever I close my shrewd eyes
Entire sense will gently steer,
Towards my family remembrance.
It's a severe pain that I can’t naturally denied’
My sentimental tears will flow naturally,
Unconditionally in their moral suffering.
But when I started discovering your eternal love’
Oh my beloved, I will gracefully yield myself.
From this considerable pain and social bond,
Grant me, Wisely let me embrace you unconditionally.
Oh my Beloved! In your eternal love’
Allow my shrewd eyes won’t open forever!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Apr 14, 2019
Apr 14, 2019 at 6:15 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) - 64
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Oh the Loved one, Who is my Beloved!
In the deserted land, there is a Sacred Mountain’
Fondly, called as The Mountain Of Light’s (Jabal Al Noor) '
Where my Divine Creator Imitate His Own Light'
And carefully guarded by the Numerous Angels,
Towards the Sacred Mountain (Jabal Al Noor)!
My Beloved visits daily towards the Peak (Jabal Al Noor)
Where his rest place Cave (Hira) itself based.
He climbs at rosy dawn, towards the sacred peak,
To freely meditate towards his Divine Creator!
Allow me, to unfailingly follow you;
Until the Cave (Hira) entrance,
And comfort Your attractive Paws as your feet dust.
I devotedly follow You, Oh my Beloved!
Towards the Cave (Hira);
Upon the Peak (Jabal Al Noor)
Don't look down for stack of crude stones,
Or don't be worried about any cruel thorns.
At Dawn, Very difficult to track the visible path,
I dearly want to live as his dainty shoes'
Hence, He can climb carefully every glorious day.
Let my Beloved’ peacefully sit and Meditate
Let Him recite, The One and Only (Iqra Bismi Rabika)
Thru the Dear Angel (Jibreel),
Therefore, He can reveal the Divine truth!
I will wait respectfully outside,
Until He solely speaks, the divine truism.
Therefore, I can correctly grasp;
Through My Beloved the eternal truth (Noble Quran)!
The unknown truth of the Divine Creator (Allah)
And His Eternal Existence (The Noble Throne)
Upon the sacred Mountain Of Light’s! (Jabal Al Noor)!
Allah Khair..... Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab - Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Mar 4, 2019
Mar 4, 2019 at 5:13 AM UTC
Rubayiat Al Thurab (Verses of the Dust) – 29
BismillahIr RahmanIr Raheem
Maybe, or Maybe not,
You heart holds the unique key.
To your intense desire and sincere passion
All desires and passion ends,
Towards your sincere love,
You naturally need to be wisely deciding,
How to unlock!
Allah Khair….. Khairul Rabul Alameen Yah Arrahmanur Yah Raheem
Ummah Thurab – Badshah Khan.
©UT-BK 2019
Feb 9, 2019
Feb 9, 2019 at 3:25 AM UTC
spring's falling rain
nothing more beautiful
your heartbeat that time
Sep 2, 2018
Sep 2, 2018 at 2:13 PM UTC
Moments of what to feel
Consume my brain,
Dissipating my pain
Along with the whispers from my heart..
Is this real?
My heart shouts yes
But my mind can be depressed
And it causes me to stress,
Sometimes it won't rest
Sometimes it will push you to the test
Ridiculous it may seem
But people can be so mean.
Yet, your kindness doesn't make me squeam
I believe you
When I am with you, I don't want to scream
My mind is suddenly at peace
For your touch brings me ease
I know your mind wanders
It brings up times of bothers
Your heart is aching for you to listen
Mine is patiently wishing
hoping your anxieties don't overcome your heart
For I see no reason to tear us apart
A connection so magical it makes us scared
Questioning if either of us are prepared.
Hoping we'll always be there
But something in my gut says we'll never tear
Your eyes leave me mesmerized
I could stare at you for hours
Without any urge to cower
Your arms keep me safe
You fill me with confidence
And not rage
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 5:05 PM UTC
He promises her the world
Leaving her mind in a whirl
He holds her like a flower
Picking off one petal every hour
Plucking at her emotions
******* her brain with commotion.
With his love, he sways back and forth
Leaving her heart in a storm.
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 4:49 PM UTC
into her eyes he stared
running his fingers through her hair
her heart is melting
without a care
his heart is chained up
for he is too scared
he comes & he goes
she sleeps in her woes
always crumbling
never trying
lift your chin up, darling
this moment is defining
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 4:45 PM UTC
she pours herself a glass of wine
hoping to pass the time
blue eyes of fear
this will be the first year
in many
that not a tear was shed,
my hands were sturdy
my night has been nice
and look, not a friend in sight
if I had a box of love,
for myself there would be none
from myself I run
day dreaming into the sun
even without my nug,
I still feel snug
maybe the anger came from our love
I opened all my locks
then our love hit the rocks
I was left with scars
constantly feeling like I was in mars
Jan 13, 2017
Jan 13, 2017 at 4:43 PM UTC
Confused in delight
I imagine her with blue, doll-like eyes
Skin soft & milky white
With a smile that gleams with light
A look that pierces the soul
A touch that makes you feel whole
Hair long, flowing, & dark
Like a black, purple, or deep blue
I desire to kiss her soon
My passion burns deep within
For a fantasy I made up
No more than a mere fib
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 2:40 PM UTC
Awaits the pressures of tomorrow
Now I won't sit in my sorrow
My nerves are just shaking
But darling, you won't see me breaking
Small talk and laughs
Don't focus on the past
Be here, be now
I know it's a lot to ask
But quitting isn't something I would allow
So, you can sit & sulk in the corner,
Or do something that will make you stronger.
So on goes my dress
No leggings, no sweats
With a smile on my face,
And red on my lips
This here is my moment of bliss.
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 10:08 AM UTC
What if her hands were never steady
Would you still be ready?
What if she fell weak in the knees
Would you catch her?
Or watch her bleed?
What if her trust was never fully restored
Would she still be someone you adore?
What if now & then her heart hit the floor
Would you walk away?
Or lend her yours?
The pit of emptiness lives inside her
She needs a care giver, not a provider.
Remind her now & then
That she's your best friend
She plays tough
But it's just a bluff
Inside her fragile eyes
Is where her pain lies
Even when she smiles
Those pupils hold stories for miles
But she's not held down..
Even when there's a frown,
She wears a crown
The core of her soul is one with the world
Making her free as a bird,
Without need for any words
Jan 6, 2017
Jan 6, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
I'm a strong girl
I dont know how many times
Should I remind myself that
So I could make myself believe
That I really am.
I'm a strong girl
I say, to console myself
That everything will work out just fine
Because God has a plan
And I'm part of that plan.
I'm a strong girl
I repeat to myself as I get closer
To things that makes me sick.
Tho I'm still hoping that one day
I'll eventually love it.
I'm a strong girl
I tell myself
Over and over again
But it's not quite right
Just not quite right,
I'm a strong girl
Oh **** I'm tired of it.
Completely fed up.
I feel like giving up,
surrendering my hands in the air.
But I'm a strong girl.
You know I shouldn't
You know I can't
You know I won't.
I'm a strong girl
Sep 30, 2015
Sep 30, 2015 at 5:28 PM UTC
If in nothing
then in all
Must I sin
to be saved
Must I wrong
to be absolved
Forgiveness comes
at such a cost
Must I pierce the heart
to come in lost
In the darkness
in the light
In the confusion
of the night
You can call it incoherent
incompetence
You can call it a
deterrence
Just don't call it a
****** innocence
Jun 2, 2015
Jun 2, 2015 at 8:06 PM UTC