Since you’ve been gone
I’m avoiding words
Most of all poems
Can’t wrap my hand around a pen
And advocate the heavenliness of love
When I’ve been forcefully converted
To a sad poet by its forsaken desires
i breathe it in
soak in its turbulent waves
thankful for every ache
what a remembrance!
to know that i’m here
that i am still of this Earth
So maybe I haven’t eaten since you left
And you’ve been gone for seven weeks
Though right now I’m trying to focus on
The mathematical side of things
Two negatives make a positive
By Benjamin Grossman & Amber (DiosRaw)
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.
By Benjamin Grossman & Ace
I am the birth of the Universe
Spiraling through my soul
I am a galaxy becoming whole
Beyond this life and evermore
A solar system of wombs
A star creating many homes
A heartland that eternally ascends
An emotion that will forever cleanse
The Universe echoing deeply in our veins
Our bodies free of restrains
Breaking through intrinsic chains
Becoming a galaxy’s avenue of many lanes
I am the birth of the Universe
All that flows and spins
A story with no beginning or end
I am a galaxy within
An internal grin
A destiny to begin
There are places in the world
Soaked in constant light
For days, weeks, or months without end:
The Land of the Midnight Sun
A time when sunset is sunrise.
Easily, my beloved, I can relate this back to you
Because when you’re by my side
I’ve never seen the night.
Came home and the windows were smashed
The place empty, all my belongings taken
And then you walked in next
And I remembered:
I still had everything
Every night I lie in bed
Thinking of my last poem
It still has no words
But I know it’s about you.
My spiritual animal
Must be the hawk
Every time I leave your hand
I come right back
Daydreaming and then, maybe, writing a poem about it. And that's my life.
Stories that began in the heart of the South African lowveld.
Artist, Poet, Writer
A lover of words
A Mystical World
love each other like you are the lyric to their music
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.