The Belly

Garden in Jejudo

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These little hearts
that we carried

under our arms
since day one

has somehow
fallen
into a space
between our ribs
and we can’t see them much anymore

complexity is like
a bedside lamp
one that’s hard to find
in deepest slumber

but so evidently present

once when I was a lad-lass
a microbial tissue
seeking blastocyst

how did I know?
how did I know?

what the average was
what the extreme was

in nanoseconds I was born
with a cushion full of blood and guts
inside an armour and a latch
inside a woman and a man

I was born

to sleep inside a universe

fallen from the bite of the fruit…

Undeniable

Earth and Moon from Mars, imaged by Mars Globa...

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I am a human; tis an undulating mass of flesh
harmonizing salt and clay in my edification
bursting from an oval fruit — snapping out from a leathery tubing
I am undeniably mortal
undeniably sinful-prone
undeniably born pure
undeniably demons pestered
undeniably angel-poured

There is a glare between sun and moon
it’s both feroious and peaceful
there’s a valley between a star and satellite
it’s both nefarious and elegant
I am half of both dynasties
X and Y
Alpha and Omega
I am procreated bulk
from bombing supernova and yolking stars
my embryo was outgrown to limbs and smiles
but I am still a poached spectacle
of wombager on a fertile length of road

it was blessed that I take shape
it was solely for me

as a needle and thread talks to my destiny

the interview grafts me as the words…

Complex-ion

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My emotions are a bit complex
a bit tangible and a lot loud
with a subtle card attached

you could be a dilemma
buying clothes from a store
tags on
closet worn
but not
body wrapped
yet

and then the “yet” is not proposed
a free radical
ready to bond
ready to stir up
so chemistry prone
and chemistry denied

a bunch of clustered molecules
a bunch of clustered metaphysicals
physically done
spirit-like drawn
so up to it
up there
down here
like strings
or really
air-matter

my emotions are a bit complex

so words are but emissaries
distant cousins

to what I feel…

Failed Poet

Anatomy of a leaf.

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I am the Failed Poet
I have nothing to offer
and “nothingness” seems to offer more
but I can’t birth something from nothingness
my instruments are sterile
fingers benumbed
heart bleeding
tongue, eyes, nose and skin
sterile

there’s no scent my nose dives as sacred
no eye-gaze to consider philosophy
to skin-prodding as stimulus
no word to keep my tongue in rapture
clinging to the leaf of taste
like a caterpillar bursting to a foliage of colours
no brain to synthesize these chemicals of spirits
nowhere — nowhere — nowhere

and let’s not begin with the brain
the heart its poor accomplice
their blood ancestral
their ties familial
yet they divide in kinship
and profession
at least in my house
brain confuses the internal affairs and externals
of “Jill be nimble” “Jill be quick” and “bright” and “light”
heart knows the antithesis of theme
for apposites and opposites and clay and water
Oil and Vinegar stories
only they know

I am the failed poet
I only burn in a frenzy
never in cool posture

I am failed poet
for I cannot please
anyone but myself

I am a failed poet
for I deliver
sans meaning

I am a failed, failed poet
as my lexicon is dry
and my being so empty
and if it be, my lexicon, so wet
it is the soggy papers
Of washed out ink
or food gone bad
for the rains

Dear me — Dear me — Dear me
I am a failed poet
with no cerebral impact
no emotive rotation
no hope to reveal

anything to unplug.

The Webpage

Adrenalin (Metabolisierung)

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It is a dotted matrix
it combs us through
patiently and rushing
in a hypertext

the button on the mouse
clicking in intervals
what curiosities arouse
in the bend between the skull

it is a traffic centre
a place to feed
a kaleidoscope blur
a night-day breed

and in my veins shot up
adrenalin
and words were heavily up
verbatim
in creativity setting and rising up
realitin

Hoping To Gaze in a Star-Shine Equilibrium

Aurora Borealis, the colored lights seen in th...

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Running into motion
capturing your sound
your emotive translation
of your voice
of your being
and your blooming soul is happy
is gardening my inspiratory vault
your paradise | your immortality on earth
lights like oil on latern
lights like a moon on day
whispering night
To a delicately golden ear
and I flourish by
in your concave spectacle
that is your sentence
your ideology

we are running like deers
we are running like lions
and your solar and lunar baby that is your heart
Is beating on a momentum of the stars
its chrysalis of desire
its chrysalis of the cerebral
your tantrums of the tongue
Is igniting oxygen inside my brain
my tantrums of my tongue
is your oxygen instinctual brain
we complete halves
we complete wholes

morning in your eye
night in mine
and sun in my right arm
moon in yours

we are satellites
we are planets
we have honed adaptation

we are animals
we are intellectuals
we have honed equivalence

we have shared the lips of a star
we held the sails of our bodies
our pilgrimage is a lifeline
that has eloped to a new start

we can harvest eveything we touch
we live in a tactile realm
and all the concerts of dimensions we see

I am ready are you?
it’s time to breathe…

Reading Into The Horizon

Sing For Absolution 2

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Your aptitude for synchronization
is moulded by your passion of postage
you are beaming with a protozoan sun
miraculously glowing in osmotic pores
and having a lighthouse in your veins
signaling an ether and ozone of some faraway
symbiosis in intrinsic detail
pouring out sans cacophony sans co-conspiratory
you are a theorem
implied by gravity
and inter-steller dimensions
I am some shooting star
Orbiting around
a lethe-like world
weary and energetic
in the same artery
holding me
for
dispersal

You are so tiny
and so large
in our own rights
we create equations
and solve hypotheses
in our own roundabout ways
paralyzing that thing we call
procrastination
paralyzing that thing we know
irrationality
bonding into significance
of some starry galaxy
that commutes
the hermaphrodactyl
synthesis in our brains
and the souls
we inherited

washing in black water of space
washing against the white matter of the stars
we see that melding
makes and explodes
all over our bodies
marking our births
into a new layer
marking us with
innovations

we were possessed once by a static indolence
now it pours honey in motion
it pours velvet in all absolutions
we are bridging our hem,ispheres
trading away from isolation
on a dawn-dusk plate
we recorded

we are ascending
in some quiet-noisy corner of the universe…