In a world pregnant with temporary encounters, yet enteral knots, in a world that romanticises and philosophises the abstracts of next lives and alternative universes we dispose in the now.
Every second is some form of a small tomorrow, every passing moment part of the long, long past. The path to the future is paved with repetitions, whether light or dark.
Eternally knotted cyclical patterns betwixt the comedy and tragedy of every breath of air ever taken by souls; likewise every drop of water consumed yet synergised. If only I could take your hand and disseminate to you the Divine plan simultaneously existing in the eternal.
If only … we could samba through the bosom of the storms, cross the space between distance and time, shuck our stranger status, or baptize ourselves in patience’s perfume. Then perhaps we could return to our primordial states, remember the superiority of our ancient nonphysical forms.
In a parallel universe, ancients crouched side by side, chuckling that in some other life they are apart. Ancestral roots, the thread may stretch and tangle, yet never to break with elasticity pinging all order from chaos into being. My lips swerve with the rhythm of your lineage of words flowing through this vessel, the tongue caressing each morsel of wisdom whilst antiquated DNA rides the veins.
I connect to all existences through your umbilical cordage. You are the dawn of entanglements, the prelude to love, the one and only starting point; and I become inseparable from these essences by being enfolded in your spiritual domain.
I had a blast working with this poet! She has so much depth and spirit in her words, and she has a very thought-provoking blog that you can find here: DiosRaw. Make sure you check it out and follow her if you haven’t already done so.
There’s no denying the sweetness When we share the body Of a poem
Your words make my ink blush Our fingers stroking the same lines A teasing exchange of sugared phrases Awakening our entwined imaginations
Every time we devour Each other’s souls Savoring new flavors Created from our intimate flow
When we write like this I need more than just letters There’s something brewing beyond this sweet ink
Let’s put down these pens Write on our bodies instead
Please, make sure you check out her blog by visiting Secret Thoughts Within. I can’t say enough good things about her as poet and a person. Her writing is intelligent, clever, funny, diverse, thoughtful, and passionate. A mixture of depth and pure beauty. Also, she can read a poem like no other. Truly her talent flies off the page and stays with you!
The mirror of my soul dissolves my flaws While my heart’s vibration draws Its inner handwriting breaks fear’s barricade And together we dive deep into love’s cascade
A graceful night above Our harmony raising the frequency Auras ascend, we fly like a dove On the light of constellations, soaring peacefully
Toward the bloom of time This journey is an eternal climb The roots of emotions Are the bravest oceans
A magical connection The creation of love’s reflection We are one, an immortal team Spinning through this life’s infinite dream
What a pleasure it was working with Ace! Make sure you check out her blog Fearless Free Soul. She’s always posting something that makes me feel better about the world.
Two millennia ago I would’ve cried Stony tears Like the stoics of legends
Today For the injustices raging Against shared truth I scream in silence Like a fallen knight
There are no more Heroic battles On a field of dirt and dust Where men were once raised To die for future honor
We hide behind Neuro electro defenses Attacking lives Without sounding The trumpet
Am I a departed Clutching the white flag Crippled by reality Or my own fatal mind?
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s one of my favorites to read!)
What is love? I venture for the search, Hovering above the restrictions, Masquerading feelings, Packing the streets and theaters.
In the shadows of the city lights, The subtle touch of elation, Tempered by the night’s venom. A parade of tamers lurking to fragment dreams, To seek the hook for their puppet master.
There’s always a cage for joyous affairs, Some subjugation of our bohemian nights.
But I still reach possessively for the moment, as the pendulum strikes. Eternity vibrant in your eyes, Unwavering in my faith that love is untamable.
This poem was a collaboration with Sirishty Thakur. Please, do yourself a favor and check out her amazing poetry and photos on her blog:Thought Loop.
The glacial battle begins in our heads Face pressed to the sun-pierced window pane January snow in recession, the signs of regression Half hidden like an iceberg in the arctic water And where once a soft glow illuminated the surface Only the placement of desolation remains Reverberating silent screams
There is no one way of knowing cold The stages are fluid and transient Its meaning bitterly ambiguous Yet in rare lucid moments, I see husks An empty bed, scarred skin, chattered teeth Spirit-numbed mind, missed meals, vacant smiles
There is no one way of knowing cold Its symptoms appear to have no rhyme or reason Although they move with wintry doom From person to person increasing in aggression Till you understand the meaning of icy Which unbeknownst to us creeps in succession
There is no one way of knowing cold Though maybe it’s always the same Emotional and physical reaction A state of feeling dangerously low Struggling to survive between cold and colder The very same polar opposites: Arctic and Antarctica
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s always coming up with some exciting words! And often sketches, too.)
Her emerald beauty circled his upright being She stretched her sublime allure to capture the snow He felt the weight in totality It exceeded what he could possibly endure
Most days there was a smokey haze between them And this fog formed uneven walls With tiny openings just wide enough To let toxic fumes leak through
In desperation, she let out her slow poison He turned himself inside out to survive But was never the same man as before Nor she the same woman
They had interwoven like a tree wrapped in vines They wanted to thrive under any conditions That’s what all lovers long to do Tragically they couldn’t harness the moonlight Nor grow within the embers of dying flames
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts. She’s a favorite poetess of mine.)
I savour your words on my tongue daily
Reading aloud your thoughts and feelings
As if sampling a handcrafted recipe
Words, by their prowess, bring life or death
From yours, I only taste an antidote
Each sentence a mouthful of succulent nourishment
Leafy greens of personification and aromatic spices of diction
Lines of sugar poured over smoldering pages
The flavor of an elite story
Always I crave your expression
Every fibre yearning for your art
Never stop writing
Your every scribble satiates my soul
(This is part of a collaborative poetic effort between myself and Cassa Bassa. Make sure you check out her blog by visiting Flicker Of Thoughts.)
The flowers of the fiction plant rooted in my brain, the voice of the inexpressible feelings hidden in my heart and the eruption of the theories burning in my mind– I made a ball out of the three, threw it high into the sky and it landed right at my blog.
