abstract poetry

art and time

History is a duel between art and time.
– Will Durant

art_and_time_Poetry_in_21st_century

Allow me
to carve
my strange vision
in your interior

let me turn
your feelings
into marble
shinning inside
my hidden truth

allow me to build
from your essence
the columns
to a new cathedral
where I will sit
to sing my memory

one day I hope
to be remembered
as the artisan that painted
the landscape of your soul
with the aurora of a dream

perhaps
this poem
is already a relic
of our brief encounter
crumbling on your tongue

crumbling like the rock
that was once art
but now becoming dust
for time’s wind.

Contemporary Poetry

cosmology

faint-enormityoflife

 

I see a wall and it is a blink
between two explosions
I contain
the thick blankness of thought
as my only faith;
ergo I cry
and become
shriveled like
the dry pain that
floats like a memory;
I see silence
like a color
like a flame
like a muscle
that bends the stars,
I don’t care
being absorbed
like a wave of frequency,
I must be nothing
glancing at the faint
enormity of life.

 

 

 

an erection (an absurd poem)

While the cloud
held silence like
a baby in mother’s arm
this vain head
swirled like vane
to the roar
of the orphan night,
the cataract of minutes
and other entities,
but at the other
end love coruscating
lonely through black
echoes of memories,
on the white pale
body of the earth
having the only
organ capable of
perpetuating some fabled race
pointed at the moon – a spear
to break the firmament
and bury this iota of being
under the shattering flood
of entropy

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warmer stone

doodle art 2012

so much
to tear a song
from artery
and replace the
heart for a warmer
stone

a rivulet of memory
without ultimate value
a field where
the truth bends
as incense

when sleep
is a crumb
of eternity
an immense
solitude
in darkness

souls in flakes perhaps
sore of flight
come to alight
in strange dances of silence

what fever
by which the stars
seem like children
dim against the
thickness of the world

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

a new language

light_as_language

now that light
rather than words
is the vehicle
of reality

now that language
has ended
its journey

now that sunlight
is pregnant
with passage

I must forfeit
the concept
and be thick
with tears

life is not
happiness
but the stage
where things erupt

love is the eye
making love
to the light

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC POETRY

without earth

Imagine the earth
disappearing as it turns
behind the sun;
no one was on it
we were all sleeping
and dreaming various
dreams of animals
having sex without
condoms under
moonless evening.
Some next morning
that will be
when the mouth
wakes
without appetite
and the whole
village of our thoughts
has been
burnt down   black.

Absurd Poetry

hues of time

I remember

the night

I left the cold earth

hum and smoke

leaving the table

I recall

drunk yellow mirror

clean as a koan

in the midnight laughter

after a few exhausting sighs

I remember

being of wood stone and remnant

colliding with the sounds

in flight with the seagulls –

the coitus of light

and erect darkness

water essences

splashing in metallic

eruptions of silence

and life below as weed

flourishing in the gravel,

a small pocket of existence

green, trammeled within

a nook of hallucinated earth;

the wind comes along

to stroke our hairs

I remember

the lazy morning light

stretching on the ground

sleeping next to our shadows

in a way

so real

that I dipped my hand

between the furrows of noon

releasing the song and fury

of all ephemeral hues.

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

fragrance of appearance

there you are
blue body of snake

there
beneath the breath
behind the burden
of the senses

I am flight
a descent
a morsel of dirt
cocooned in ideas

the world
is reaching its
final beginning

it goes no further
does not reach
the entrance
of an effect

there you are
solace
of abandon

there you are
partial savoring
of a totality
devoid of purpose

I found you
Today
in heavy shadows
that the clouds drag like
hazy tits over massive buildings

I felt like a child
draped in perception

between two fingers
grabbing every thought
like a tiny flake of ash

there you are
in my palate
rosy and peppery
as the fragrance of appearance

 

 

 

Nihilistic Poetry

the abstraction of hope

Spring Poetry Blog

clasped as a bud
within its own
infant leaves

suddenly we remember
we’ve never been
within the stripes
of time

how many grains
of sand fit
within a hollow thought

the pure shadow
of her eyes
sways like
a song I
heard inside a
crystal

a single forest
grows from the
myriad chimes
of fate

I sleep
under its concave
leaves
awaiting
for the worms
to crawl into
my dreams

suddenly you remember

we’ve been immersed
within immense
sorrow

and you let
the sweat become
dew
clutched to the
skin of
a new day.

Nihilistic Poetry