"cosmonauts" poems
As I light up
This last blonde cigarette,
I think of music,
Of boats sailing through smoke,
Smog.
Stars that fall in the ocean,
Cosmonauts drifting through space,
Their ship destroyed
Like a mother who has given birth.
Memories of photographs.
I think of her
As usual.
Oct 18, 2017
Oct 18, 2017 at 11:03 PM UTC
Healing hands laid to rest
wandering in the near light of sunrise
fumbling for fractals of memory
ambling in the haze of yesterday.
Stolen words and displaced letters
floating in the ambience of space
cosmonauts of distant planets
arms outstretched beckoning
the echoes sent from
a thousand light years away.
Time is an irrelevant motion
tiny air bubbles escorting life
rising to the surface of forgotten dreams
spiraling, pulsating in a heartbeat
chambered by grasping futures.
The underlying fever reaching
inwards and outwards through the soul
seeking the blindness of tomorrow
unfurl their magical delights
wrapped in the glint of a solar cosmos.
Drifting beyond the reach of nature
blackness surrounds with the warmth
of knowing, a million miles away,
as if an undercurrent draws its final breath
behold wonderment far-seeing
leaving strange footprints
that someday others will say:
here stood a sentient being.
Jul 14, 2014
Jul 14, 2014 at 11:18 PM UTC
A sherbet horizon
made in hunger and angst
that swallows the sun
and her breath
as she whispers soft-lipped words
that will crack the ocean
White November feeds pain
gently resting on my shoulders
melting with snowflakes
that shimmer like pennies
in the bottom of
a wishing well
with your silent heart
That I once wished would beat
beaten and emblazoned
with tears and guts
it is not a pretty place
in my head or outer space
where there is emptiness and fire
and evaporating screams
from quiet cosmonauts
Jul 21, 2013
Jul 21, 2013 at 4:47 PM UTC
your left breast;
we were talkin'
about cosmonauts.
heads in the clouds
with no want or
worry to never see
this sphere's crust.
we would disconnect
from they. with no
lies from the eyes
we open'd palms in
welcoming fashions.
your right breast;
lying on fetid couch,
nodding off and the
ambience was a dri-
ving bass line. little
trickle, claiming no
worse than usual.
nod, and trail'd off.
slurs and abbrevi-
ated acronyms. sta-
nding in awe of emoti-
onless lack of reaction.
Feb 11, 2013
Feb 11, 2013 at 4:11 AM UTC
"We can go Astral travelling......"
You told me, as we were journeying,
Blink of a neuron, float on the ceiling,
Cosmonauts' sublime transmigrating,
Beautiful divine envisioning,
Our seraphic transmitting, sublime,
We were out of space and time,
One night of ethereal blessing,
"We can go Astral travelling......"
Apr 19, 2016
Apr 19, 2016 at 1:50 PM UTC
With bright eyes I gaze into the midnight sky,
consumed by cosmic thoughts and solidarity with lost cosmonauts.
Wandering yet not lost, vicariously relating
to explorers, and the skies they crossed
While the stars above and the ocean fall in love, I feel the sea breeze through my hair and listen to the hymn of the ocean prayer
The sun rises over the ocean and its yellow glaze hypnotizes. I find myself in a forest of towering trees singing the song of the bees.
As if through thin-air, sunbeams illuminate through the foliage that the trees wear. The warming sensation that frees sets me at ease.
Apr 8, 2016
Apr 8, 2016 at 6:11 PM UTC
All of your relations
Acquaintances, Lovers, Ancestors,
Stand buried in the rock
Which you left for the stars.
All of your dreams
To be anything but
A passenger of exploration
Hurdling towards the stars.
All of your advancement
From fire to fission
Brought you to the edge
To the unknown light of the stars.
All of your history
From nomadic to communist conquest,
Dwindles to bygone feuds of nothing
Specked with glimmers of the stars.
All of your prayer
Inquisitions and moral apostasy,
Matters not to the mirrors of Fate
Refracting illumination, reflecting life
Parsecs of attainable depth, here we are.
Mar 3, 2015
Mar 3, 2015 at 12:38 PM UTC
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
I couldn't love you
the way
you deserved.
The time was against us
The prophecies were told
too soon
too wrong
to be true
too soon too swift too sorrow; and
I was afraid you couldn't
handle
The Future!
The
Only real voice
The only real vocation
Was of our hearts pleading:
Do - travel together !
Upon this only true Path
I ever knew would
Blossom effervescent joys
Green leaves trembling in cosy warm winds
branches offering us a shadow no matter day
or night or the Moon or this storm or the Sun
who knew no fear
who loved in colours
who to me ~was so dear!
We loved and we dreamed
And we laughed
As children do
Pine sparks burning
Tickling
Each-other's fire-flies
We loved the essence
Of a total freedom
sealed hand in hand. . .
The lovers freedom ~
never forgotten friends
and the trustworthy skies.
Stars were watching over us
and all the clouds ~ were angels of love
landing softly, soft, upon our shoulders
Amor !
Striked us in a cold cold night
Having a silent debate
With giggly winks
and embraced
nonchalances;
pionirs of a
romantic
fresh air;
mountains,
love beams, power steps
sprouts and cosmonauts
of misssed
little
nostalgia
Spinning in a spinn
of you ~ who were me ~ my beloved!
to dance to explore to eternity
hike
paths
together
. . .and i just. . . i just. . .
I couldn't love you
the way
you deserved.
And you knew She'd be more loved
With us, happier within our arms
To hold you
To hold
. . .
Our extraordinary Love
Love found
Us ~ a miracle in the old city lights
by my friend's mirage music collection
Under those lovely archaic stone arcs
You wrote to me on a little paper
A word I had to solve
I wrote: after. . . .
And we found each other!
Oct 8, 2015
Oct 8, 2015 at 12:56 PM UTC
Tribe men are dancing the good fire
Radios on stakes, just as kings men.
Amish will break bread
Rejoicing as cosmonauts
peer down at a world without light
She is silent
My first love
She was the First woman
I felt her tendril of
her being tickled
by sunlight
Wind making her dance
Hurricanes, that hot shower
Yes, sometimes she bathes in
blood
Human is the most toxic element
known to man
My love is living in
a burning house
Called Pollution
A drug unknown to her system
Human condition
I love her, so let her go!
She is wild
not to be tamed
But remember her
remember her name
Jun 9, 2015
Jun 9, 2015 at 10:53 AM UTC
And I know the world will be a much more beautiful place
when all the cosmonauts come together
and send a single transmission to everyone here:
"You're not alone".
Apr 2, 2019
Apr 2, 2019 at 8:11 PM UTC
I don't want to be loved just because of how i look
I wanted someone to read me like a book.
Search for my darkest secrets
My weaknesses and all of my regrets
Accept all the pages bout how I'm flawed
and doesn't matter how it is so broad
Cite all my never ending thoughts
Like how universe being explored by cosmonauts
Highlight all my deepest fears
That whispers like the music of spheres
List down all your favorites of me
write them all like ABC’s
Bookmark all my childhood memories
my nostalgias, experience and discoveries
Fold all the times i feel the world is against me
and how the universe won't notice me
Underline all my scars and how i got them
connect my moles and freckles like a poem
But last and foremost is that someone I look,
who will patiently wait and stay for one book,
and that is me,
To finish every page of my story,
even though it is not infallible,
but after all the wait, it's worth it.
Mar 17, 2018
Mar 17, 2018 at 1:41 AM UTC
Take a seat and settle in
The masquerade will soon begin
Fallen heroes and angels in the snow
I listen in and clutch the ropes
Gridlocked traffic lines the roads
Satellites are good to go
All the people cheering
For the man who breaks the ceiling
Astronauts who time forgot
Pioneers and cosmonauts
The hairs upon the dogs stand still
I feel a shiver and then a chill
The flowers withered in the gardens
Jet engines roaring
All systems go, the show is starting
I ****** a feather floating in midair
Frozen cold and solid, caught her icy glare
We're living proof of bitter days to come
Chase the rabbits down the holes they run
Hold the light don't let it go now
Grab the love don't let it slow down
Love, joy, grief, belief, hope, and fear
Seize the moment
Hold it dear
Don't let it end like this
Don't hold out waiting for the final kiss
Aug 20, 2020
Aug 20, 2020 at 12:56 PM UTC
galaxies crash through the atmosphere,
mountains rise drunken from the sea,
trees bow erratically to the dirt
anxiously listening for fissures to burst.
earthworms squirm violently
to excavate their collapsing burrows,
immanent doom drips from super-saturated clouds,
everything trembling,
everything tumbling rumbling fumbling,
rattle-quake-shake-spatter-breaking.
transformation turned destruction,
simultaneous combustion and creation - all forms coterminous.
maybe it's always been this, but
it seems entropy got turned to full blast
and smashed the inner ear drummed balance
of the novice cosmonauts stuck in trance.
leaves still in bloom are ripped from their swaying mother's womb,
snapped branches spiral to doom - wack-spat-crack into the eye sockets of men stuck staring at blood-pockets exploding in the sky,
now blind they scurry on mangled fours to find some semblance of security to reinforce,
naked and shaking and screaming,
"father, please forgive me!"
clawing hands clasped in prayer beat at the gates of hell,
beg to be set ablaze by the passions swelling from hungry chests
or consumed by ravenous dogs raging with rabies and malcontent -
time to surrender to the flood or repent.
every night is heaven-sent,
every blight is eternity-bent.
Lucifer tangos with Persephone in his fiery bed
hands cleansed,
each step placed with intent,
each lie whispered burns red.
remember me, remember us,
all through a kaleidoscope lens,
if the picture is fuzzy
don't attempt to focus
any clarity is projected and bogus,
all reality is morphing
reconstructed moment by moment.
chaotic symphony,
learn to float in it.
learn to dream in apocalyptic creation.
it's erratic emancipation,
or bust.
Aug 1, 2015
Aug 1, 2015 at 5:59 AM UTC
the film
halfway through
had this idea
gave mother
heartburn
-
the baby
-
the baby is a monster with a broken foot
-
it comes out of my mouth this thing that feeds a brother
it learns to read but only has time
for phantom
-
cosmonauts
-
mother she loses father to headaches anonymous
mother she likes the film
it’s one
of one
it reminds her of raccoons
refusing
to eat
-
profane chauffeur, grief
Nov 20, 2015
Nov 20, 2015 at 1:36 PM UTC
under the unseen
wastes floating
alongside the clouds,
i’ve peered
at the blurring memories
of times bygone
the waves
that used to waltz gracefully
are now as loose
as the sands in the shore
where they used to land.
when they ebb
into their horizons
once a month,
the daisies planted
on the ocean floor are revealed:
wilting, patiently,
beside the rusting metals
of sunken ships and people
those who reign over
the cities are still
trading air and tanks
with gold;
the cosmonauts that remained
are left with no choice
but to dig
and try to survive
they say small towns
are now vanquished,
but when you look
intently beyond
the forlorn and barbed wires,
traces of life can be seen —
on half-bare trees and
on blood-painted gutters.
in where we reside,
footsteps and words
are almost nowhere
to be heard.
we walk lightly as how
we breathe quietly.
if you get to visit our place,
squint your eyes
and gaze beyond
our tinted masks —
i pray
that you’ll somehow see
how we’re still
what we used to be:
living creatures,
only trapped
in strange times.
Jun 22, 2020
Jun 22, 2020 at 1:32 AM UTC
Glass spheres glide
smoothly over my fingers
one shining rosary bead
at a time
circumambulating
my prayerful palms
I hear crisp swoosh of Buddhist nuns
kashaya robes
inhale resinous frankincense
from Catholic monk's
thuribles
as they circle their chosen deities
Like the earth revolving around
the Sultan Sun
trillions of incandescent solar systems
biospheres
realms and lokas unknown
swirl perfectly, sublimely round
the One astonishing Beauty
that is God
We stare starry eyed
through a colossal, powerful telescope
with eyes like moons
How fortuitous are we
to be on this heavenly trajectory
Divine Cosmonauts
spiraling mandalas
eternally orbiting
The Great I AM
Feb 1, 2019
Feb 1, 2019 at 7:41 AM UTC
Singing lyrics she forgot that she forgot
Staring at a ceiling as if answers were written there
Working hard for something that just can’t be bought
Wondering in the midst of sunshine if it will rain again
Gazing into her eyes makes me a cosmonauts
A black void of mystery littered with stars of hope
She whispers something sweet and then abruptly stops
Sunny showers while indoors on a weekend
May 24, 2021
May 24, 2021 at 7:35 PM UTC