"affinities" poems
I'm not sure if my
dreams change to
suit other people
or if suiting other
people has pleased
me. Or if the things
I form affinities for
actually appeal to
me.
Jan 12, 2014
Jan 12, 2014 at 11:14 AM UTC
It was my first visit at his place
We were meeting after so many days
With the mix of excited and nervous face
I finally entered in his curated space.
He welcomed with a smile and embrace
We sat on the couch, I kept looking at his grace.
"So all our pending chats for later we can save
First of all, tell me what would you like to have?"
He asked.
"Always Tea!!
In the morning with the first ray of sun
When I wake up every day for the long day run
I love to have a cup of tea strong, lightly sugared,
Hot, extra milk with sometimes ginger well figured."
"Aaahh! Tea lover, I see
So you start your day with tea
Well! I seek my big cup of coffee roasted dark
With two shots of espresso, brewed in french spark,
Nutty and a lot creamy.
Like you, hot and steamy"
"Oh my God!! Steamy and hot.
In flirting you never miss the shot
So you are a coffee guy, but I like my chai!!
Why don't we exchange our mugs today
You have my tea and I will have a coffee day
What say!??"
"Okay so done! Your all the tea parties you will forget
This is my special coffee dear, you will never regret"
And we went towards the kitchen to make our brews
Knowing that we were from the two different crews
"Don't secretly stare at me like this
Look at your coffee, else it'll be a miss"
I said.
"The same long hairs and oh that bliss
You didn't change at all, my shy Miss.
It has been a long time let me see,
And you just concentrate on your tea!"
So we finally sat with
His cup of coffee and my cup of tea
With the scent of fresh brews, he played smooth jazz song
His voice whispered in my ears, ringing with the beats along.
I found myself tangled in those strings of little infinities.
Listening to him constantly I was feeling special affinities.
Surrrp! We took sip after sip at a very slow pace,
He started praising me with a big curve on his face,
We discussed how we got lost in the life's rat race
And reminisced old time with a bunch of memory retrace
On this perfect scene of tea and coffee…
I look up and see a smiling face staring at me
With that sparkle in those eyes of something new.
Something worth the tea and coffee brew.
Jun 10, 2020
Jun 10, 2020 at 8:42 AM UTC
they all turn up as friends at first
our friendly and warm-hug super powers
with their supercilious smiles and handouts
they come with nice words and packages
and promise of development and infrastructure
and bearing gifts and loans
and remarking on affinities
and history and culture
and they throw in aid and money
and promise of riches and wealth
but they all turn bad guys
all these friendly super powers
they want a presence first
and then
you are theirs, time present and future
they turn up with new-year fireworks and promises
and then they want to invade your country
and they want to make you theirs
they all turn up bad guys
don't they
these friendly super powers -
and their warm hugs turn into bear hugs
Mar 2, 2014
Mar 2, 2014 at 6:15 AM UTC
In the vastness of space
There are stars that choose
to revolve around each other.
We met -
as random as comets passing
our own paths predetermined
unwavering...
or so we thought.
With that first boyish grin
my orbit was revised.
I don't know -
was it my laugh, perhaps my smile?
that drew you in closer
to me.
Maybe it was it gravity,
or magic-
An unknown allurement
that began our
elective affinity?
Call it what you will -
the effect is undeniable...
The energy created between us
filled the air.
pulling us closer...
Coffee?
sure...
Conversation
unending...
your place?
no mine...
You drank whiskey
I prefer wine
You love this song -
so do I...
Slow dancing ~
melting into a kiss.
Statistical differences
fade into nothingness....
The warm sensation
of our hands,
learning the landscape
of the others body.
Tongues join the exploration.
Clothes leave the equation.
The energy pulling you
- into me
impossible to resist.
my orbit irrevocably changed -
forever whirling
around
you.
May 22, 2015
May 22, 2015 at 11:37 PM UTC
To the most dominant perspectives of the world
Where do your ideas stand in the real screen?
To those affinities binding parts together
What does your purpose prove to mean?
That faith, that courage, that growth grieving inside
Hope to overcome the hurdles of daily creations
Drowning in the ocean of total hollowness
Helping each other, just pretty illusions.
I know this may not hold any meaning to some
May hold something to stand against odds,
Show me the light, break the boundaries
Of lively destruction and bring alive the thoughts.
Let me get there, Me, a tiny being of the universe
Holding on to the firm delicacy I dream
Words craving to follow up to one another
Of my insanity, I pray, I Redeem !
- Kate Muffins.
Apr 15, 2020
Apr 15, 2020 at 3:04 AM UTC
Oh, what i'd give
To see you one last time
to hold you in my arms
one last time
Feel your lips hard against my own
filled with an urgent need
one last time.
Oh what I wouldn't give
To hear your voice
call me babe
One last time
To hug you tightly
and know that i'm safe
and warm with you
one last time.
To cry in your shoulder
uncontrollably
as I tell you I love you
one more time.
I know that will never happen
because we are done.
But I will never stop loving you.
because even though there
are no more little affinities
I think for right now
We're just experiencing Technical difficulties.
Feb 1, 2015
Feb 1, 2015 at 6:15 AM UTC
i always aimed at returning Nietzsche's ping-pong serve of poet-philosopher, as philosopher-poet... well, you know, any vanity project will do these days, given our current celebrity culture... there's nothing celebratory about it, so my little festivity of hope in establishing a self-style vocabulary might be too much for Gucci... but you got to try and whiff up a tornado of absinthe sweeties in licorice black (lee ko reesh).
there's only one argument i cling on to,
it is theological,
i'm biased toward the theological argument
always,
because i've seen the ontological argument
become desecrated by oncology -
every theologian argues the same:
there's a god, because, to be frank,
whatever ontology provides us, it leaves us more
bewildered than anything:
how we expressed our freedom will
never be compensated in terms of how
others expressed theirs...
so even Kant said: my ontology is based on god...
so his contemporaries said:
my theology is based on no god...
which is why Kant professed a theology
without an ontology, and his contemporaries
professed an ontology without a theology -
or as the other, in existentialist terms might have
suggested: timing - but no one desires a godly status,
so even his promenade timing made affinities
with serfs begging for a watch rather than watching
their shadows dwarf at noon...
this is called
translating rhyme into philosophy, or philosophical rhyming...
words of close proximity are prime exponents,
given the spelling, i.e. the suffix - but which are totally
antonymous - they look so alike, but then thinking
provides disparity of intention, not so lazily done
with red
and dead...
head
and Pb... is it?
Sep 11, 2016
Sep 11, 2016 at 10:47 PM UTC
You have existed seventeen years,
And blossomed into a man of integrity.
The seasons pass, but you remain grand.
Your kindness and warmth bless this land.
Seventeen years, a tiny fraction of time,
Yet your decency resonates like a chime.
Your arms have been my anchor these years,
Your mind open to me, you have listening ears.
I am stunned by your resilience.
For it speaks of your love for life.
You do not realize how much you love this place,
For it has caused those tears on your face.
Continue growing, my resilient flower,
My resilient man of power.
I will love you for all of infinity,
This connection the boldest of affinities.
Happy birthday, you have aged one more year,
And you grow wiser with each day.
I love you, my handsome prince,
You and I are here to stay.
Apr 3, 2016
Apr 3, 2016 at 12:37 AM UTC
*Lines stretched from end to end
Tied affinities since time began
We are a queer bunch, after all
One and the same
Through our own making, we disentangled
The threads bringing us together
Circumstances walled us from our humanness
Hardening our fears of embracing
The otherness of others,
The otherness in others
When truly stripped from
All these trivialities and caprices,
We go back to the same cloth*
Apr 27, 2015
Apr 27, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC
my forest is the key to a door of trees... an ambient reckless.
let us keep the forbidden as a friend
and estrange the wane moons of our desires.
to better come to terms
with our actual fires.
let us yearn less the lesser things... and be swoon
amidst the plethora of unsung joys.
let's join the incomparable affinities of our affections
and swarm the hollows of our
un-gone dreams... completely.
let us go there, and be tranquil...
for there is no other god
but the One before Me.
and i put you above it
because you
Love me .
Dec 25, 2015
Dec 25, 2015 at 1:25 PM UTC
We shelter secrets, holding them close
and encrypted. Hidden truths,
like submerged rocks that create
snapping undercurrents and choppy,
white-capped rapids for navigating affinities.
Nov 8, 2021
Nov 8, 2021 at 10:19 AM UTC
*Moments of impact.
There was a second there before the kiss.
The ungodly hour spent
And the night of secret fireflies.
The grains in an hourglass,
How innumerable still.
There was a time I yearn for emptiness.
This loneliness, heaped up on my chest,
And in the afternoons,
The melancholic burn.
A glimpse of your body.
The affinities of flowers
With the bud.
An eternity of this and that, of improbabilities,
Or of unrequited love.
A night without a star.
A day without the sun.
But the sun's without a day,
Without you.*
© 2015 J.S.P.
Jun 27, 2015
Jun 27, 2015 at 8:27 AM UTC
The spatial rend, the roar of time,
The pain of a mother, the infant's whine
The correlation, the linkage
A part of a mugger, a part of a sage
Is the deep and pure Soul,
Enriches the body and the mind
Makes us living beings whole
Ever ours, ever thine
An array of generations travelled, as eons passed
Experienced all the emotions, being loved and harassed
Our talents and affinities, it is the source
So don't fret and worry, and certainly have no remorse
For it is all a process, designed by a much higher power,
Our spiritual aura, our opportunity to soak the droplets from the evolutionary shower,
Is the evolution of the Soul, our destiny and our guide,
So what are you waiting for? Accept yourself for who you are, you now never will have to hide.
Oct 23, 2017
Oct 23, 2017 at 11:32 AM UTC
Affinities bend the throttle, origin of our tribe
So hurtled as to collide, proving love weird
Instantly, expectations, hearts seared
To cool an overheated engine, a wide-eyed bride
Conjugal visits, if only this prison permitted
Yet recklessly committed, we find ourselves
Bound by obscurity promised, are elves
And faeries whose spells are transmitted
Who's dash against clatter does or doesn't?
What was or wasn't, how we might still be unclear
Still risking it all for fuzzy ambiguity, my dear
A six in one hand or that other half dozen
So we did it, it's done, and never more fun
My spun honey bun, I have no single regret
For you are my jangly chain, and I, your pet
Love run-in has been wet, and oh so wildly won
Mar 27, 2017
Mar 27, 2017 at 11:15 AM UTC
To live free, as me, how I want to be.
In a society that wants to impose on me
Their limited mentality and morality
The wants to classify and separate me
For my natural affinities
To live free in such a society
Is harder than performing
The 12 labors of Hercules
Feb 1, 2016
Feb 1, 2016 at 2:54 PM UTC
A feeling stirs again
From where, I cannot say
Nor locate the thread
And pull myself out
From the pit...
Two bottles
For sleep, for sanity
Two bottles to awaken
Affinities, Realities
From the slumber deep
Two bottles
To unclench my hands
Wrapped around
The infinite swing of self-delusion
Doubt and isolation
Two bottles for sobriety from dread and misery;
Oct 24, 2017
Oct 24, 2017 at 4:06 AM UTC
too full of life to be half-loved.
who could deny that i have loved?
deeply without holding back,
constantly trying not to slack.
i have loved with and without words.
can't be loved at all if it's done half way.
i want to feel that you care and love with no reserve,
and that you gently curse my trust issues when they occur.
too full of life to be half-loved.
too many scenarios in my head,
too many times have i lost you
in my head..
but do tell...
am i being paranoid or just learning from experiences?
tired of things turning out less than i felt
when things hit you from all sides.
tired of hearing it, just want to feel it.
i want to feel that i can trust.
unless i can, all efforts towards gaining my trust are lost.
too full of life to be half-loved,
too full of light to be enclosed
in uncertainty.
too free for life to be hand-cuffed,
emprisoned by your affinities.
affinities that only you describe as love,
but i can see...
i can see what you might see in me:
smart? mature? calm?
i get it..
i also entered love by that same door.
i almost deterred my hidden insecurities
then turned my back on love through that same door.
i always want more.
maybe love isn't what i'm looking for,
maybe for this feeling i have different meanings.
like save me from my own dirt,
like always put me first,
like i do what i want and you can't,
like why don't i wear the pants?
for sure..
i go from hating to loving in the same year
so i'm not even sure.
indecisive, manipulative and self love is my only cure.
too full of life to not self-love.
who fooled me into thinking i can't be loved?
there's nothing you can give me that i can't offer myself.
no doctor than myself to heal my mental health.
no brag, no thinking i'm all that
baby i'm all that and more.
doesn't mean i can't love, but i love myself more.
musn't mean i can't have you and a little more
...
Jun 11, 2019
Jun 11, 2019 at 8:28 AM UTC
I consider my existence a series of soul ties.
They are not just to any old dead
And they share something other than
what science said they did
A birthright, a lineage
A path of light, or shadow
They passed down pieces of their soul
Comprised of the souls that came before them
So I think it's more than DNA
or DNA is more than science
And science is more than what it says
Sometimes I forget
Because I see breathing blood
And it's not in a vacuum
And its not all blood
But then I remember
How she wanted to be a career woman
Or how another spoke Spanish
Or how he wrote a book left unpublished
Strange and magical, beautiful
While tired, hidden, and creating
Just as I am
Tired of conjugation, childless,
and writing
I consider my existence a series of soul ties
An inheritance of affinities
A set of dreams bursting to break through.
Oct 13, 2024
Oct 13, 2024 at 1:46 PM UTC