"lemuria" poems
something beyond BASS
drops because it's sassy jazz
alpha compacting, car garage crushed
older than Lemuria! greater bigger
if you get it, you get IT
smooth as sandalwood.
Nov 15, 2012
Nov 15, 2012 at 12:37 AM UTC
“As old as man,
Way back before the past…”
Said by the historian in the perpetual cemetery,
His book and ours open on the same blank page
“What is to become of us,
we are just memories of sound in a silent room”
The image of man
Tearing down his own tower of babel
with an “Eloi!, Eloi!” to himself
Grasping at the light
Without thought of the fire
All felony and no fingerprint
forever
And I watch
And I watch
And after my illness, I walk alone
And notice the words of children
collecting sun in a bucket
To 80 years from Spanish misery
To Syrian sand and tears
Mixing with the shores of ****** and Liverpool, London and Lemuria
Nothing gathered
Nothing gained
We slip further into the walls of parliament
Slip into the walls of web, corridors of code
And hear of occultist cataclysm
and those so intelligent all before them is dismissed
(“eloi, eloi, I am eloi!”)
In cold grey-green bathrooms
of flatblocks or apartment buildings
licking seasalt and gunpowder
from the fingers of our Atlantic cousins
In human skin suits
Oct 6, 2016
Oct 6, 2016 at 7:21 AM UTC
platinum rays of an
algarvian december sun
touch a magical landscape
that pulses with ancient
life
and as lushly green undulating hills
with orange groves and
olive trees and
scattered red rocks
unfold under
a cloudless cerulean sky
I hear
hono lena’i’ja
a far away echo is stirring
deep within
sending shivers down my spine
awakening akeneic memory
without words
without thoughts –
a silent knowing
my akene explodes in
white hot light
engulfing my whole beingness –
painful almost
it takes my breath
away
wordless feelings
but I know
lemuria is rising
Eja’i Oja’i
© Jasmine Martin, the Algarve, Portugal, December 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014
Dec 8, 2014 at 7:50 PM UTC
it's early January and i just met you 3 hours ago.
you're too drunk to drive home so i invite you to stay over.
i show you my favorite simpsons episodes.
we laugh at Principal Skinner.
WHO CAN'T LAUGH AT PRINCIPAL SKINNER?!?
you see the Lemuria sticker on my laptop.
you grab me and scream "I WANT YOUR HANDS IN MY HAIR".
i love you in this moment.
i love this moment and i love you.
i remember this moment and i remember you.
i begin to hate you///you begin to hate me.
we both still listen to Lemuria.
i still want your hands in my hair.
i still want to laugh at principal skinner.
Aug 21, 2014
Aug 21, 2014 at 2:27 AM UTC