"transcendentally" poems
They said the fairest of the goddesses
Was the one to give us love,
The one to fetch the maidens
And bring the boys their girls.
What they meant by fair was beautiful,
Not just or right or equitable,
For it hardly seems fair
That she's a goddess,
Enthroned on a mountain with a mirror in her hand
And we're all of us mere mortals,
Hapless humans,
With our ribcages wide open,
With no bone to shield our vulnerable ventricles
And no sense to tell us to cover our chests.
It's no wonder that this otherworldly seduction
Can ****** us
And string us along
And consume us
Until we forget what life was
Before love caught us.
It seems impossible
That these frail, impermanent bodies
Can hold such ethereal infatuation;
It's too strong,
So it ravages us,
Strips away dignity,
Rips away common sense,
And seizes all control.
Our little human selves
Never stood a chance.
Tell me, Aphrodite,
Does it make you laugh to watch us struggle?
From your lofty vantage point,
Do you giggle when the rational become foolish,
When the thinkers become unfocused,
When the innocent become broken?
Does it please your fair reflection
When those devoted mortals go to ungodly lengths
For this love that you inflict,
Until they have nothing left of themselves,
Until they're worn to the very bones
That couldn't protect their unsuspecting hearts?
Do you revel in the irony,
Aphrodite,
When, exhausted and dejected
And downright tortured,
They still worship you?
When they bow
And sacrifice
In gratitude?
When we miserable mortals
Thank you for these feelings that destroy us,
Because for tiny moments
We felt transcendentally good.
Perhaps she'd had better intentions,
That goddess Aphrodite,
Thought that she was filling our open hearts
With something to give them meaning.
Maybe she thought
We'd left our ribcages open on purpose,
That we'd all simply been waiting for her,
Wondering when she'd reach down her power
And give us a love to cling to.
Or,
It could be that she had it right,
That our chests were left gaping
And our hearts were left empty
So that Aphrodite could look away from her mirror,
Smile from the clouds,
And send us someone to make us whole.
Nov 27, 2010
Nov 27, 2010 at 6:39 PM UTC
As I climb each step
slowly, I'm getting higher.
Transcendentally.
Jul 2, 2013
Jul 2, 2013 at 3:09 AM UTC
Transported
by the waves of sound
so transcendentally human
I am swallowed, surrounded
The basses are an ocean swell
the tenors, a hull of solid oak.
We stand upon the altos’ sturdy deck,
gaze upwards at soprano sails
swollen with song
What strange creatures we,
to join and mingle so
to vanish in the whole.
This ritual enacted
for this God, or that
has outlived immortals and still
floods with lifeblood
Anu, Enlil, Enki, Baal,
dived divinely
in the sea of song
and vanished.
Forgotten gods adrift
in harmony, in melody
And while I wish
all gods forgotten
I would abase myself
before Jehovah’s golden toes
to be a part
of this eternal choir.
Dec 19, 2016
Dec 19, 2016 at 12:54 PM UTC
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Sep 16, 2016
Sep 16, 2016 at 1:50 AM UTC
a bean or a pod having motivation inside recreating
life more energetic and clever than any parent
then get ate or flushed down ten million toilets
infiltrate society with words because it is in sewers
sanguine and quixotic indifferent
a breath is toxic to me
I venture Walter Mitty like fantasies theorize
tomorrow when I forgot yesterday,
introduce substances to discourse entertainers
abstract the emphasis transcendentally
blue-sky enterprises authentically created as I
turn around and cry.
Dec 20, 2014
Dec 20, 2014 at 11:19 PM UTC
Eros:
the days leap as they should,
over serrated blades of grass: brightly,
transcendentally.
i open the voluminous page
of the twilight: it is October bruised
with brindled water.
white is the color of your laughter,
nourishing the noise of heart, crumpled
over the virginal sheet.
in the staring mirror dizzy with life,
shining with a sudden image
in sempiternal fume: both of us,
twining, entering each other
even before the world was complete,
heavy with your hair, lithe with
your embrace, eyes gorged with
naked visions,
hands flayed, full of hours—
i make your ample sea my scarce wave's
anchorage, erasing the twinge
by habit of shores.
i weep: you are filling the world with your own light now drowning the shadows
in the depths of their caves, choking
the silence, wringing out the leafage
of your body's inflorescence.
in vivid decree of your smile, you have
made me the cargo of minutes
rummaging across the dunes of lust:
the tousled sheets,
nearing, coming to me, swarming
soft body: we fell into the hollow of sleep.
Thanatos:
here at the lip of the bed
receiving our smallness, the days—
felled into the night, stilled,
in this finite hour a darker blue
is given; i speak not of love.
how are we alive here?
raining inward, above the brim
of an open window, do you wind-hover?
your voice has escaped the dungeon
of my mouth, and the twining of
our fingers give birth to a forest of specters and a moonless love demanded.
i beat through your harsh curve;
i go tracing your eyebrow
engulfed in the festering fever
of half-light marches and the faint spark
of autumn leaving no tawny scent—
there is only silence peregrinating
in the room before you and after I,
it began to pour in our room,
both of us struck down to mortals
together with a feint recall i cannot parry:
we fell into a bottomless hollow of eyes,
chasing our chained breaths, wordless.
Oct 19, 2015
Oct 19, 2015 at 3:31 AM UTC
roiling voices
ruling air waves
in rhythm of
glorious powers
joy overflowing in rivers
running happiness
in rampaging cataracts
creating blissful glory
in the cavorting blissful sky
hey, honey running
in rivers of joy
in once-upon-a-time
sorrow-ravaged stage
lions of joy now
roaring melodious victory
inflating balloon of glory
deflating balloon of shame
ballad of joy
the heavenly orchestra
on carnival aisle
ballooned glory
in explosion
in festive skies
of infinite unlocked love
rushing us transcendentally
into infinite blue sky.
Jan 20, 2022
Jan 20, 2022 at 4:51 AM UTC
everytime i smoke i float
or maybe i’m reminded so
like how I’m spinning with earth though
I try to get transcendentally motionless
Aug 15, 2013
Aug 15, 2013 at 2:28 AM UTC
terrified again
of speaking
of speaking but the words not coming
of speaking and the words coming but not reaching
of speaking and the words coming reaching but losing
all significance upon arrival
as if they had wings
but no feet to stand on
and so were always already destined
for crash landing—and lo,
what flights of folly.
was i seen and heard and perceived for what i really am?
unknown.
if anything is clear:
i must learn to listen harder
if i am ever even to dream of truly speaking:
this itself is what it is to think.
these things are most difficult of all:
(not to scorn, mock, or despair at human action, but) to understand
to be kind to yourself
to pledge your body to the Idea
to persist in being
kind to yourself.
all Ideas have been betrayed.
a philosopher says:
all the world will ever offer you is the temptation to surrender.
the ethical act is to resist
to transgress
the transcendentally
stupid
cruel
law of this world.
there will be risk, there will be laceration, and anguish
but no one moment
is unendurable.
mieux vaut un désastre qu'un désêtre.
and so what might become of us?
imagine the most beautiful being in all of existence
and you'll almost be there.
i know nothing of love
that is not an extension of the sun.
i have become light.
i know nothing
but fascination.
what chance
to have laughed and danced
and to go on.
our song will never end:
it will only be taken up
by other instruments.
i have become light.
all that is lost
returns in altered form:
disguised, transfigured.
we will be transfigured.
what you seek
is seeking you.
how certain i was the dark would find no end!—and lo,
i have become light.
stronger than time.
a site of communication, ecstatic love, art
in the eye of god.
a dancing star.
i have become light.
what chance!
—i and all the others that will love you
forever and forever and
forever—
what chance
to have laughed and danced
and to go on.
Sep 20, 2017
Sep 20, 2017 at 6:00 PM UTC
It’s happening all too fast, I must find a place to sit.
Entrapped within the strangest hour, I lie here divorced from sleep.
Thus plagued and miserable, life is excruciatingly nauseating.
Reacting transcendentally at the fear of turning ill, Firing up
The cauldron of insomnia, welcoming it to slaughter any rest.
Sleepless miseries fleeing in vain, in fleeting days so easily forgotten.
Muddled in a search to find quintessential moments, to etch some memories,
To find a beacon that saves the day, convincing me that there is meaning.
A pale dark sky, a fading moon shining for its final few hours.
For what I see in these bounded moments is fated for an interminable end.
As I already know the hours will pass by, the sky will be gone, only I will remain.
Why is it that I am always out of time? As I do nothing and relentlessly wait.
Yet there is one comfort, one hidden hour which is now. As I feel unbounded,
Free, being able to write and comfortably sigh. For this hour is solely mine.
In this hour I find some peace in thinking of you, I see you as I close my eyes.
Apr 13, 2017
Apr 13, 2017 at 1:01 AM UTC
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Sep 22, 2021
Sep 22, 2021 at 11:42 PM UTC
today i feel quite alive
how exquisitely dear
that this ****** composition
and each soul in their position
ushers me to tears
today i feel quite alive
how transcendentally clear
that this world we inhabit
composes peace amongst rapids
and boy do i love being here
so to my people who love and to my people who see
know to endure and continue to be
be well,
bcb
May 12, 2020
May 12, 2020 at 4:04 PM UTC