#inexhaustible
check in at the library, my card scanned,
per the terms of my sentencing agreement
to the poetry shelves dispatched.
row after row, book after book,
all blank awaiting my affections,
all demanding my sensei sensations,
seeking a creme filling of honorations,
words of all shape, roots and origins,
the occasional new combination
some, never heard before, timelessly awaiting expulsion
from the birth-vocal canal where comes origination,
but for me, death by enforced creativity,
that’s what the judgers desired,
a punishment that fits the crime
*my misdeed record unsealed, intended for
world envisioning, the ego audacity to imagine
I could write a single good poem,
thus the punishment fits the crime*
may1 9:19am ‘19
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 11:47 AM UTC
Every feeling is a complete existence in itself,
Endowed with an infinity of nuances,
In a fractal chaos of symbiosis,
More than a harmony,
A fusion of all,
In the same duration.
That intensity shared,
Inseparable in the uniqueness,
That ephemeral eternity,
Before forgetting itself.
Aug 10, 2016
Aug 10, 2016 at 4:28 AM UTC
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*the supply of words is not inexhaustible
neither are the combinations thereof;
what is inextricably true, of these two linkages
that is not exhaustive, is my endless delight,
in finding the ones that I’ve yet to contemplate
till you brought them waving to my eyes,
so as far as I’m concerned, you originate
delight daily, and that is the spark you create
making every day, the eighth day of creation of the world.*
Sat Aug 22
2020
Aug 22, 2020
Aug 22, 2020 at 10:35 AM UTC