A poetic journey through dark catacombs of despair, betrayal, loneliness and a desperate search for love, enlightenment and divine bliss.
These poems will take you on a dismal rollercoaster ride through anguish, philosophic frustration, failed love and deceived loyalty. Explore the existential and ethical values that matter most in life - and consider how we should appraise life when cloaked in conceit, hopelessness, broken meaning and shattered opportunity. How can one still have faith, still love, still endeavour - when the spirit is broken more than once in the dark cataclysms? These poems portray deep hurt and spiritual suffering - and to the very end, to the last breath - insist not only on an affirmative life view - but even demand we find the strength to laugh and love once more. Let beneficence prevail through the darkest trails. Read excerpts below. Click the image to get it on Amazon or click below for other retailers: Barnes and Noble Diesel e-Books Smashwords Kobo Lulu |
Truth
In search of the truth
Look unto, onto, into— that which envelopes it
Look to darkness, where it can only be concealed
There seek for light as darkness covers…
Transcendentalism
Transcendentalism
traverse with reality
I question its spiritual qualities
As is this not symmetry to desire
Demonic with innocence, I prevail in transcending
Arise O hands to the moon
Arise o hands to the moon
For coming down the rays it will soon
Sing an ode to its apogee
Dance once more from the bondage free…
Betwixt the trees and betwixt the rocks
In through and throughout the many flocks
Dance dear feet to the midday sun
In estranged joyful madness do
Sing an ode to the rays bright light
Prance betwixt the floors do
For soon ye shall walk these hands
That the box they carry shall unscrew…
Let me find my garden of peace
Let me find my garden of peace
Where I may dwell
Deep in my emotions
Let me find my mountain of peace
Where I may dream
Far in my cogitations
Let me find my forest of peace
Where I may walk
In the love of the Divine Spirit.
Soul of Sorrow
Long is the night,
For the spirit who’s hopes
Lie in the dark
At the bottom of the sea
Lies its key, to new dawning hope
Door to life
Deep is the heart
In despair for the soul
That wishes beyond
Far down the abyss
Lies its globe of light, to bliss
With baited breath I wait
With baited breath I wait
For that fatal crash in life
When I finally see
All life’s futility
Standing before me
A gathering of angels
With waving wings
None before me, false lovely things
Trust not your closest friend
Trust not your closest friend
For he is a liar
Do not trust dearest god
For he is a deceiver
All eternity is an illusion
There is nothing, but perpetual eminence of deceit.
Pause! Take a shallow breath
Pause! Take a shallow breath!
Hold! Maintain that breath
Do you feel your subservience – to death?
Is it a pleasure to breathe
Or to pace it more and more
To live less and less
Subservience to a Confucius state
Maybe is the only release from confusing mindstate
Thus there is and only is
Not me, not this, nothing
But with hope and vanity
I maintain life and desperate search
For the penultimate aspiration
The hopeless and emphatic Yes
To hope is to shallow life
But to aspire empathically
The greatest vanity, the only true Will
The most ridiculous Will, for life is only ‘to be’, ridiculously
To deny pleasure
To deny pleasure
For what, spiritual leisure
Can your brain really imagine further
Than the passions and pleasures of human heaven?
Oh wallow there not longer
Oh wallow there not longer
Bask there not more
Oh venture there not further
How life is such a bore
But dear fellows
My kindred spirit
We choose life’s galore
Alone in dark room
Light the wick
Bestow the flame
let glow the purple candle of sadness
Make not haste!
To blow hard
Blow gently the flame will glow
See cast shadows
In them hidden
Are the tears of your very being
let loom they!
For shall they
Help ruminate to your flame…
Kneeling in black corridor with open door to bright white
Bow before the meat eating
Cryptorchid crippling strife
Rife reeling demeaning
Promontory of black island
Kneeling betwixt the guns that quiver
Redeemed by the shot brought
Ought what not aught
Given the dancing beam
Sealed fate sailed over yonder
Oceans of madness
Storms ripple loving the hearth
Source of their fiery desire
Effigy standing tall worshipful
Epitaph effervescent with deathly petals
Risked for all the wish
lie with the lie, fake lover.
Cry does the weeping romantic
Into the rain
The face wet with tears of nature
Blue hue of skin cold, winters morn’
Lonely tone of trombones
Saxophones cry to wailing violins
Cellos wade deep into the pond
Where lies, a drowned child
Wild are the wolves
White coats for snowy forest
Black is the night
Sleepy sleeted rain
Door veered open, inside
light glares down corridor
Black walls illuminate the white
frightful now is the dark
In the dirt, the shadow
Scattered rays give dim
Viewed far is the hymn
Him who sings it, bleak
On one knee, fingers spread
Hand like cats claw
Grasp the ground, pray now
Hope for a mound in death
But wait, what better wish,
Pace down towards the bright white
Chagrin grins dissipate
No more tasted, the word acetate.
Cast from the shadows
Own slipping footsteps
To find own perfect death
Own perfect eternal life.
In search of the truth
Look unto, onto, into— that which envelopes it
Look to darkness, where it can only be concealed
There seek for light as darkness covers…
Transcendentalism
Transcendentalism
traverse with reality
I question its spiritual qualities
As is this not symmetry to desire
Demonic with innocence, I prevail in transcending
Arise O hands to the moon
Arise o hands to the moon
For coming down the rays it will soon
Sing an ode to its apogee
Dance once more from the bondage free…
Betwixt the trees and betwixt the rocks
In through and throughout the many flocks
Dance dear feet to the midday sun
In estranged joyful madness do
Sing an ode to the rays bright light
Prance betwixt the floors do
For soon ye shall walk these hands
That the box they carry shall unscrew…
Let me find my garden of peace
Let me find my garden of peace
Where I may dwell
Deep in my emotions
Let me find my mountain of peace
Where I may dream
Far in my cogitations
Let me find my forest of peace
Where I may walk
In the love of the Divine Spirit.
Soul of Sorrow
Long is the night,
For the spirit who’s hopes
Lie in the dark
At the bottom of the sea
Lies its key, to new dawning hope
Door to life
Deep is the heart
In despair for the soul
That wishes beyond
Far down the abyss
Lies its globe of light, to bliss
With baited breath I wait
With baited breath I wait
For that fatal crash in life
When I finally see
All life’s futility
Standing before me
A gathering of angels
With waving wings
None before me, false lovely things
Trust not your closest friend
Trust not your closest friend
For he is a liar
Do not trust dearest god
For he is a deceiver
All eternity is an illusion
There is nothing, but perpetual eminence of deceit.
Pause! Take a shallow breath
Pause! Take a shallow breath!
Hold! Maintain that breath
Do you feel your subservience – to death?
Is it a pleasure to breathe
Or to pace it more and more
To live less and less
Subservience to a Confucius state
Maybe is the only release from confusing mindstate
Thus there is and only is
Not me, not this, nothing
But with hope and vanity
I maintain life and desperate search
For the penultimate aspiration
The hopeless and emphatic Yes
To hope is to shallow life
But to aspire empathically
The greatest vanity, the only true Will
The most ridiculous Will, for life is only ‘to be’, ridiculously
To deny pleasure
To deny pleasure
For what, spiritual leisure
Can your brain really imagine further
Than the passions and pleasures of human heaven?
Oh wallow there not longer
Oh wallow there not longer
Bask there not more
Oh venture there not further
How life is such a bore
But dear fellows
My kindred spirit
We choose life’s galore
Alone in dark room
Light the wick
Bestow the flame
let glow the purple candle of sadness
Make not haste!
To blow hard
Blow gently the flame will glow
See cast shadows
In them hidden
Are the tears of your very being
let loom they!
For shall they
Help ruminate to your flame…
Kneeling in black corridor with open door to bright white
Bow before the meat eating
Cryptorchid crippling strife
Rife reeling demeaning
Promontory of black island
Kneeling betwixt the guns that quiver
Redeemed by the shot brought
Ought what not aught
Given the dancing beam
Sealed fate sailed over yonder
Oceans of madness
Storms ripple loving the hearth
Source of their fiery desire
Effigy standing tall worshipful
Epitaph effervescent with deathly petals
Risked for all the wish
lie with the lie, fake lover.
Cry does the weeping romantic
Into the rain
The face wet with tears of nature
Blue hue of skin cold, winters morn’
Lonely tone of trombones
Saxophones cry to wailing violins
Cellos wade deep into the pond
Where lies, a drowned child
Wild are the wolves
White coats for snowy forest
Black is the night
Sleepy sleeted rain
Door veered open, inside
light glares down corridor
Black walls illuminate the white
frightful now is the dark
In the dirt, the shadow
Scattered rays give dim
Viewed far is the hymn
Him who sings it, bleak
On one knee, fingers spread
Hand like cats claw
Grasp the ground, pray now
Hope for a mound in death
But wait, what better wish,
Pace down towards the bright white
Chagrin grins dissipate
No more tasted, the word acetate.
Cast from the shadows
Own slipping footsteps
To find own perfect death
Own perfect eternal life.