"epimetheus" poems
she says I'm too young,
but sadness manifests the same
so I place my broken jaw
back into its broken place
a modern epimetheus
dragging my prudence by the reins
confronted with the trouble that'd been steeping
for years on the fire
and like the ferris wheel that spun every summer
that I lost interest in
as I sloughed more and more of my childhood skin
I look off into the fog, salt and sand
'n the moon perched so highly,
a king in the sky
sending off its armed stars to cut through the night
****** from this nonage fantasy
by the bitter taste of tobacco in my mouth
maybe I can't love anyone
not yet
Jun 22, 2018
Jun 22, 2018 at 12:53 AM UTC
The knowledge burned up,
The wisdom became chastised,
The secrets fall on deaf ears
And are hidden from mine eyes.
The wanton flames of Caesar’s fleet
Swallowed the Library.
The outraged mob
Raged out the Serapeum.
Politics as usual.
Swallowing faith by the spoonful.
I shed a tear
For the sweet Hypatia,
Long gone
But never forgotten,
Mourned on
But teachings begotten.
The elliptical paths
Of the Wanderers
Buried at the hands
Of the Squanderers.
Such imperfect shapes
In God’s creation,
The audacity of defying
The circular relation;
A reflection of humans
And our imperfect gestation.
Now here I stand
At the bleeding edge of the future,
Prometheus in mind
While Epimetheus is crucial.
A gift for mankind
For Nature’s love to be fruitful.
Pandora’s Box
Unleashed Hell on our plane.
What’s needed is a delicate touch
To clean the mess that was made.
But where do I turn
With ancient tomes rent asunder?
Such foundation destroyed
In the name of faith, pillage, and plunder.
My mind reels in itself,
Eyes wide full of wonder,
My full heart pours forth
But empty promises do flounder.
There’s a new world to be built,
An age of peace yet to flourish,
But our banks of wisdom dried up
Like the last drop of milk in the cat dish.
But with a powerful intuition,
I find the knowledge and euphoria;
I turn my mind within and read
The Lost Scrolls of Alexandria.
Nov 20, 2011
Nov 20, 2011 at 11:26 AM UTC
You must think you're funny
parading around with that mask on.
People must think you're smart
convincing them of your deep thoughts.
Epimetheus, dear, you were never one
for prethoughts.
Now look at what you've done.
My love for you is burning.
You dangled it above the flames,
threatening it,
questioning its validity.
But I pushed it in --
held that dilapidated beat in the bluest flame
and listened to you scream as it died.
You have nothing over me now --
I am free.
Apr 13, 2014
Apr 13, 2014 at 11:17 PM UTC
I may or may not be:
a posited feline absurdity
curled up on comma paws
inside Herr Schrödinger's booby-trapped box.
Its flask is uncertain
whether to smash-poison my mighty mews
and spew a gray-mouthed cloud
that inky clots neither's sharpening quill.
Entangled buts become
stranded as knots of fuzzy pink yarn, to send
either-or careening
arm-and-arm down imperfect pictured paths,
where Epimetheus
stands, ready to wed Pandora anew,
and doom-birth our many
worlds with the lifting of my thousand lids.
Mar 30, 2010
Mar 30, 2010 at 11:57 AM UTC
Yuan – gobierno – kaadlawan ni Juan
Brad Pitt kg Spielberg – mass media – kaadlawan ni Juan
Epimetheus – siyensiya – kaadlawan ni Juan
Islamic Development Bank – ekonomiya – kaadlawan ni Juan
Mga modela – ikaayong lawas – kaadlawan ni Juan
Star Wars 7 – literatura – kaadlawan ni Juan
Iglesia sa San Juan – relihiyon – kaadlawan ni Juan
-12/18/2015
(Dumarao)
*Kaadlawan ni Juan
Sep 27, 2019
Sep 27, 2019 at 9:05 PM UTC
Iron, hot dreams had gone away in mist
By silver moonlight and of burning day
Could have the G man forced a poisonous kiss
Or was it I, Ego who’s gone astray
An island out at sea is where you are
uncertain goods you wish by your own exile
In hope that wasted time left not a scar
Of long secluded life made others avile
Athena grace me with your deep insight
A wisdom wider than the ocean great
Away with you Epimetheus a blight
On the eyes of Present – unwanted trait
Out stretched heartstrings do yearn to be embrace
By future bliss and away with doubt erase
Dec 28, 2011
Dec 28, 2011 at 10:05 PM UTC
I'm wasted by my apathy
I'm barely even here
My will knows Ambiguity:
A grievance for my peer
I rarely Love my fellow man
Or, practice what I preach
Deception is my biggest fan
My Dreams are out of reach
I live as Epimetheus:
And, run from each mistake
I hide my Lies, like most of us
And, give much less than take
I lust to see my Ego fed
To hope this Lie is true
But, deep inside, I feel I'm dead--
Pretending, just like you...
Feb 23, 2017
Feb 23, 2017 at 5:38 AM UTC
The touch of lips- brief and soft.
There was no more grief.
This evening forever lost in memory.
Through the ripples of untroubled water, we sat.
The waves rolled closer.
Together we crashed by the pull of the tide.
Anxiously losing track of time.
The wave- thick, unforgiving.
Retraced its step.
And I forever lost.
Forever inhaling it's essence.
Forever remembering that night with closed eyes.
Sep 23, 2017
Sep 23, 2017 at 7:08 AM UTC
The Great Andromeda Nebula
No longer as such
Now, she is a galaxy
Close enough to touch
As with life
And consciousness too
We form a singularity
In which attraction cannot move
Or can it? It's unknown
The wonders of this mold
It's Torricelli's Trumpet
Filled with finite gold
Take me on Cassini
Each pass-by in blue
I've seen Jupiter, and Saturn
And Epimetheus too!
I can't wait to keep on living
In this fantastic, beautiful, enigmatic,
expansive, wondrous universe
With you
May 12, 2015
May 12, 2015 at 12:28 PM UTC
It took three years to bury myself
Amidst the reckless notions of preservation
But, I wrapped up my distress, deeply within my skin
Writing the answers on my hand, and forgetting that they were there
I bathed in spite, three times-a-day
And, ran from sober thoughts:
To build a persona, an alter ego
Then, to remember what I had forgotten
I live in my imagining--
The present is much too distraught
So, I fall off of the cliff, with Epimetheus
Until my heart is plundered by a fleet of Visigoths
There are skeletons, pumping through my veins
Though, I pretend they're gone--
I hear my conscience screaming at me
So, I put the cork back in the bottle...
Jul 25, 2016
Jul 25, 2016 at 4:54 AM UTC
I forged my dreams in the mire of regret
The past had not passed me for long
The angel of Death awaits my plea of ignorance
While the sands of time bury my aspiration
I acknowledge my mistakes
Yet, do not learn from them--
Walking backward with Epimetheus off the cliff
My disdain surmounts my discerning heart's integrity
Between me, myself, and I
We produce the same Lie
Gouging out my eyes to spite my mind
I am solely affixed to its lack of fervor
My descent into dissent imprisons me
This island is no longer a paradise
I cannot run from my own mind
But, I can turn down the volume, just for tonight...
Sep 19, 2018
Sep 19, 2018 at 7:01 PM UTC
My dear friend, carbon form of life!
Or digital.
Tomorrow we had;
a Greek date for mate, out of format,
And tea without seafood.
And cha-cha boom
And Besame Mucho!
your Epimetheus,
And your forgetfulness,
Fishy and slipped away,
Thanks to ,
Sandman's fingers.
And I have a worm in my stomach;
By the name of Shay-Khulud.
My sweet dilemma
farewell.
Dec 31, 2022
Dec 31, 2022 at 11:52 AM UTC