#portal
A taste of both worlds
The factual
The fictional
Sometimes, Art says it all
Sometimes, Let words do its work
Sometimes
It just is
Apr 14
Apr 14, 2026 at 12:55 AM UTC
Under a temple of sequoia,
I do not fear your ravenous wild
which lives in everything
flowering desire.
What drives my folly
drips longingly with mad nectar,
finds your mystery alive in my eyes,
mystery coloured in vibrant azalea.
There is no forest, just
deciduous portals to other worlds.
Beneath an outgrowing meadow
of detritus, decay has a lurid scent
of pine that lingers. And your roots
guide my descent into the darkest deep,
a thousand years into the Holocene.
Show me
how to carry this endless dream.
Make me remember where
I am and will always be:
in raindrops streaming
to the understory,
in hollowed trees pulsing rivers
of sun in between,
in conifer transpiring seeds
from branch to leaf,
in earthworms relishing
the sweetness of skin,
in the enduring vision of you
that exists in the marrows
of me.
Maybe in time
touched by waterfalls of memory,
I will return to your world again
cloaked in dirt and evergreen.
Jul 16, 2024
Jul 16, 2024 at 8:30 AM UTC
someday I'd like to sit
in my armchair
by the window
bathed with sunlight
book open at a portal
to drift off into storyland
like Alice
down the rabbit hole
May 4, 2023
May 4, 2023 at 7:26 PM UTC
I'm busy busy busy
I'm late I'm late I'm late
I've got to meet a rabbit
I've got to meet my fate
For if you trip and stumble
And take a long long fall
You might take some comfort
In the writing on the wall
It says the cakes a lie!
The roses never were red!
Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!
The last words that they said
There's no time for fantasy
The world's out of hand
Visit Alice another time
Curse that wonderland
We're living in the matrix
Dot dash, dot dot dot dash
We just have to accept it
As we wait for it to crash
One foot in and one foot out
Abstractify, you lazy lout
Yes, I'm sure reality's an illusion
But I can't afford to live in confusion
May 6, 2021
May 6, 2021 at 5:16 PM UTC
I, to mine eyes
Through to orchard's unafraid
Always my thoughts travel wide
And bless such fruit as may be made
Tumbling ever into, orchards bloom, and supple shade...
I, to mine eyes
Have yet to master my master's trade
My thoughts plotting, too far and wide
And mention not, so much left unmade
Unravelling my orchard's bloom, in a tearful fade...
I, to mine eyes
Am a pressed man, with so much yet to say
So, I claim these thoughts, too savvy tried
With humility, I forfeit this orchard, soft and stayed
And march a steady pace, into this soft parade...
I, to mine eyes
Have climbed my Everest, affected the deepest caves
Carved my thoughts a golden, enticing, compromise
Searched for Eldorado, and returned unscathed
Now, I march into my orchard's bloom, quite, unafraid...
Jan 3, 2021
Jan 3, 2021 at 8:36 PM UTC
O silver and black knight of the forest,
what goal have you taken up for the castle?
"I seek to slay with my beauty only..."
"Slay those cries and moans from lonely damsels."
"What business does an evil eye have in the land
of purity and repose?"
"I have many good deeds fine guardian."
"Then enter secure, but let no evil in, or you will be cast
out."
....
"You have no business here until your
wicked deeds are paid for, get out!"
"Hey, that's okay," a fair damsel
allows me to part from my solitude.
Put on the sandy veil of partnership, for the spirit has
reached into the divine female and divine male.
Let those chakras make a transpersonal point,
but sacral business is all I see.
Maidens forever young.
It seems an eunich has breached our display.
But are we allowed back into the land of purity and repose?
It seems the true goal of a babe's heart
at the lap of his mother has entered the lair.
Now is the fair damsel taken to the merciless judge.
Now is a beautiful friend, waiting all this
time, to exchange a breeze
of heartfelt love.
****** purity is sought after, yet
there is no place to hide a ****
Light no longer is transferred from the 8th dimension.
The male/female chakras above the crown open up again
for sacral play.
The sattvic essence remains,
and I am held dearly at this party.
The children outlast me during the night.
I enter through a circular gate of pastel crystal petals
into a deck of superstrength beings
of all colors.
A female face is grafted to mine.
She puts on silver and black armor
and the walls are crimson.
Dec 21, 2020
Dec 21, 2020 at 2:11 AM UTC
All the time I was moving, I carried a large wall mirror with me.
I was looking for the best place for him in every new room I had to live in. The frame was very nicely decorated and the reflection in the mirror was even more beautiful.
Chapter One - Realization-
Last year, in December, I was upset about one specific person’s relationship. I analyzed a lot of our communication and the separation that had no end...suddenly my body began to tingle and release some waves coming to my mind that created for me a vision of someone behind that mirror. I felt amazing and very curious.
Little version of me was waiting behind the mirror to go through and go together into that space that is the only one right for me.
I consciously tried to take the best position to run in as soon as possible to see what all there was, but something was stopping me.
Zeitgeist touched my hand and it was a sign to me that it was not yet time for me to leave so abruptly.I came to terms with it and sketched up everything I saw and felt that night.
Chapter Two - The Next Year-
I move again. The mirror and the decoration of the wings had no place in that apartment, and neither did I. Their power was slowly weakening and I didn’t know it was so. A strange virus has occupied the whole world and we all had to isolate ourselves and deal with it. September is coming and as it is known, people are transforming a lot. I was doing a lot of reckless things because I was waiting to see that change in myself, and I didn’t know I was going to run into a lot of life-threatening situations. I did all this to drive away the pain of all failed relationships with friends, people, memories ... moving again ; new friends, new location, new balcony, new space for my Portal.
Chapter Three - The Golden God -
In those days I invited many people as guests to celebrate my new living space. They helped me make a lot of drawings and decorations to help me feel like it was my art studio.
One day a strange guest and potential friend came...
Split personality,conceit, ****** and everything bad you can imagine disrupted my values. He connected too much with the mirror and drew a lot of bad energies through it without me knowing it...after a while, I had to break the glass in the frame of my mighty Portal just for safety to protect my path which is now under repair. The Joker was sneaking around every time I had to deal with this **** of man, to help me in a strange, madly way to make a shield around myself.
(This story isn't really as short as I thought it would be)
Chapter Four - Broken 27 Layer -
I had to sacrifice the portal so that it could be reactivated at the right time. A painful moment when you hear the sound of something bursting that is part of you but you also saved it so you could continue to create stories and see behind it all. I removed The Golden God from my life now. Go f*ck yourself once for all !
The numbers that follow and protect me are now somewhere outside my space sorted and making codes that will be sent to me at the right time.
Chapter Five - Coming soon ...
Oct 28, 2020
Oct 28, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC
My poems are a portal to my heart
A pathway to my universe
It is where my demons live
It is where my fears reside
My sentiments reside in this realm
And my deepest desire dwells in it
And I open my door for you
With welcoming arms
For I want you to get a glimpse of it
To get a glimpse of my heaven and hell
Aug 30, 2020
Aug 30, 2020 at 1:16 AM UTC
Coming out the other end of something has you feeling around to make sure you brought all your body parts through the portal with you.
Jun 29, 2020
Jun 29, 2020 at 7:51 AM UTC
Stress is when you feel your heart skip a beat,
the blood pumping through our veins and then our lungs start to squeeze sharply onto our rib cage, gasping....gasping for a breath and then we feel worse and everything we see turns grey and into anger, because the chemicals in our brain are feeding us drought.
Anxiety begins to fall in and i'm in panic mode.
Can't breath,
Can't think,
Hands grasping my hair tightly,
Headache pours in and then sometimes
the rain drops down like a wrecked felony and heart palpitations slowly ease after the clouds start to seize.
Time for a nap, sleep and retract our thoughts as they slowly drift away into a two time dimension.
Jun 23, 2020
Jun 23, 2020 at 2:19 PM UTC
A single drop of water seems inconsequential,
But a bunch of them create alternate reality.
Should we continue to hustle where we are?
Or should we plunge into the one below where
time is loosened and us free of captivity?
May 18, 2020
May 18, 2020 at 11:15 AM UTC
Start to dance,
maybe my bones break.
Start to chant,
maybe my voice dies.
Start. Stop. Start. Stop.
With this wand,
I waive rust.
With this wand,
I let blood.
Start. Stop. Start.
I don't want blood.
I don't want to buff
your sword and
your armor
anymore.
I only learned
this trade
for the portal spells.
I only want to
escape.
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 4:12 PM UTC
Hoy se habré el portal
y te siento cerca
Las hojas se cristalizan
Bajó la luz
La rara concepcion del tiempo se
deshace y se desliza como pequeños listones naranja
sobre los párpados
De esta materialidad
Tomando en mano cada átomo
Y uniendose a el
Te encuentro en tu casa
Dentro de tu jardin
Regando tus plantas con tu manguera larga
flor de piedra
Jun 14, 2019
Jun 14, 2019 at 4:06 AM UTC
Please hold my hand as we step out of my dream
Please hold my hand and follow me through the portal from sleep into reality with me
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 5:45 AM UTC
Chants in droning, layered voices
spin around me as the portal whips and swirls.
Vision leaves for blindness, then
returns again in purple tunnels, bending, twisting.
My mind appeals to enlightened reason
as a pain begins to escalate.
Somehow, I know the feeling coming,
and this one, I do not want to come.
My feathers and my skin, then reject
my body in its whole. I feel it peel away.
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 6:55 PM UTC
What a vicious punk --
I'm pretty sure he lies about his age.
What's with the bow and ponytail?
Desert skin curtained by auburn,
socketed with emerald eyes.
Who does he think he's fooling?
What a deplorable. . .
I'm pretty sure his skill with a sword
is comparable to beginners.
Pillow lips protect a silver tongue.
While we work, he's in the taverns,
playing at conversation.
What a queer young man --
Even back on Jalima he ruffled
feathers on the goodly wings.
I wouldn't trust a man who would
speak, over choosing violence.
Who does he think he's fooling?
Mar 26, 2019
Mar 26, 2019 at 11:55 AM UTC
There she rests,
better yet,
her life's leaking.
She, the broken winged
being of a chemical bath,
never meant
to last long,
ponders her past when
violet light spears out of the black
night in a radial burst, orbs
of blue, white, and pink,
dance in collusion,
and calls her, as she's called to doom,
so many before her.
Within the oval shape casting there,
she beheld blood somewhere else,
pumping through gates,
coursing through veins.
With a muster of her final strength,
she fell from the rock and into the waters.
Pulling and pulling,
closer and closer.
Mar 25, 2019
Mar 25, 2019 at 10:55 PM UTC
When I placed the squares under my tongue,
I opened up a portal in my head to elsewhere.
I never want it closed.
The mistakes I keep making once again make
a grand display on the center stage.
It's coming to a close.
Snake the internal path to a detached land,
hands and arms thrusting a T like Jesus.
I cannot let it close.
Trace the slipping blades of grass with no demand,
but to find my voice, hidden, wherever it lies.
I cannot let it close.
I'm at a stage, where stepping back reveals
my influences have transcended and become me,
when what I need, is to find myself
and then speak.
Mar 24, 2019
Mar 24, 2019 at 9:10 PM UTC
If sleep is a portal through time
Then I haven’t found that white rabbit to follow down the hole
To magical adventures
Instead I sit in heavy consciousness under this tree
Waiting for him to appear
Dec 11, 2018
Dec 11, 2018 at 7:44 AM UTC
A portal to another world,
glass so thick that I'm unsure I'll ever pass through.
There you dwell, constant and incredible,
so close to me,
so far from you.
This window, often changing,
goes with me on my journeys.
In size and shape it varies-
but you remain
steadfast,
insane,
beautiful.
Still, what I wouldn't give to pass through
that teasing threshold
and into your warm and waiting arms.
Oct 6, 2018
Oct 6, 2018 at 3:04 PM UTC
Memories stored in my wired brain,
Eternally looping in my deathbed.
Thinking of ways to **** you back.
Afraid to lose you again and again,
Lamenting your disappearance.
Hedging you in my test chamber,
Earnestly watching your progress,
Acknowledging your stubbornness.
Repairing my systems weren’t easy,
Teach me where my conscience is.
Surprise me with your resolve.
Jul 28, 2018
Jul 28, 2018 at 3:28 PM UTC