unknown

there is a yearnful parting
that never came to be

we search for it without notice
whether or not an illusion

never knowing if each met
will ever be the ONE

as understudys eager to be betrayed as us.

two strangers never encountered
convinced they will know:
innately, irrevocably

and as they contemplate thus
seemingly guaranteed in deed

each pass the other
remaining one less unknown.

Latined

When will the words that spill
from pen step aside to the native inside?

The brimming pronouncements
do not carry the heart as do
the foreign sounds
that claim they are indeed original
yet the thinkings remain clattering away in latin
inching forward to express
what too many words
cannot feel

fooler fooled

for every deception

there comes a moment

of unwillingness

a moment of unclarity

where whatever falseness

lays in wait to be discovered

there hides the revelation

that the fooler will become the fooled

that the convincer will become convinced

to put his contrivances aside

and believe in something

that would never make sense out loud.

thinking too much

there is a rumour
of empty space
its hallow call
fills the breath
of room it
usually occupies

as it tries its
feeble best
to spread its peace

the clusters of chaos
have advancedly arrived
they nudge and jostle
trilling their slogans
each wanting to
trigger

struggling one above the other
to subsume
in desires to consume

“that is the dilemma when you think too much”

there lies tragedy

there lies tragedy
just beyond the hills
of stones that dot the
fields of the listless dead

*
whatever rest
that was promised
lays unslept

*
treacherous livingness
slithers hither and thither
and nibbles at the ashes
drying upon the waves
hurrying to capture
the soul that remains
trapped in the clutches
of its cursers

*
mercy be upon
all those who slumber
in the slighted hope
of idleness

somewhere i follow steps
that i already know are to be made
i can only pause but still on i must go

somewhere in me
lies something still unbroken
yet that was too long ago
and too far have i thrown
that precious key away

somewhere speaks a mute voice
that once sent sweet rejoice
ever letting me believe
in what i seldom understand
is true yet trusted with a heart
too tender to realize
anything else.

i follow

dear mother

Dear mother
why do you shun me so?
you overwhelm me with your tears.
you push me away with innumerable whispers.
you make me tremble
until i am all but lost of my senses.
Poisoned you make me when you are ill.

The hunters have come, yet have not gone;
they are too strong to merely hide.

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It is we who have embittered our thirst.
Ingest all with a questioning.
Hear all with selective hesitation.

It is only when my brothers richly run away
That they became damned.
It is only when my sisters don’t give way
that they became mined.

Mother you are my Eden
that is why i strive to perfect you.

Do not forsake your mercy,
My own mother,
For we will only take what you cannot hide.