voluminous

carmine essence clouds

Cumulous figment of joy

the art of white eyes

I sense a bird stretching experience

colonizing an empty nest of laughter

my tongue is ripe with twilight

savoring the underbelly of clouds

their pink veins of magic

the iris coils on expanses of clarity

carmine volumes of essence.

 

 

 

from the periphery

Tree of life poetry

I’m only interested in
what happens in the periphery
the seizure of a treetop’s leaf
struck by inexplicable wind
held inexplicably by an arm of
something less than wood

The days are quite silent
mysteriously moving forward
as the untouchable clouds
that travel to untouchable
lands of rock and smoke

I sketch this madness
with ink of wine, shades
of sleep, colors of books
the perspective of lines
drawn with mad logic,
by principles of decay

I see beauty, lost
in the ubiquitous space
   of the irrelevant
I use my hand and pretend
to dig fingers as roots
in these fleeting singularities

The destiny of Man?

                     – To be swallowed
                        entirely by
                        essence.

Poetry

apologetics of waste

I have,
somber,
taken the
age
by its feathers
flapping heedlessly
towards
the wasteful

the glass
is clear
with signs
of sorrow;
how to blame
the cathedral
for having
gold angels
in its marble
cross

for
the touch
is not random
but decoding
the material
language,
translating it
to pure
essence

I have,
somberly,
taken the
task
of discovering
the fatal
mistake
of our
lives.

Nihilis
tic Poe
try

elevate I to end

Human Form

age
a film of thaw
rosy tender flesh
your perfect target
agonic wine deadly aim
by the non-appearance closer
logical surrender instance of essence
point drop angular arpeggio by the moon

    eye                  eye
                oh

              human

      form around the cellar
by side                     raised younger

  

lost in the sympathy of quivers
tingling by the mindwake of emptiness.

 

Nihilistic Poetry Blog

song over cloud

Basic Air

the air

 

suspense

 

essential passing

 

 

I sense life
as a song
surrounding
a cloud

 

soft motion

 

I hover
like a circumference
with no edge

 

the living and the dead
sleep next to me
tonight

 

broken azure
pieces of joy
clashing
in the silent pause

 

fly
in curls

 

in the air
that surrounds
the fallen
melody
of
time

Song over cloud

 

Modern Poetry Blog 

absence of essence

Poster smoking boy with eagle

perhaps waiting for
that god to return and play
me like a
machine

who can I address
they all still believe in something
and I have this runaway course
poetry is my SOS cry!

I am not creating a worldview
I have an assembly line of doubts
working day and night
in the sweatshop of my
irrelevance

if you see me one day
half-dazed under an adjacent
shadow
compare the intangibility
between that shadow and me
compared our borrowed existence
the shadow merely the absence of light
on an extraneous surface, I an absence of essence
for a superficial world

if you see me one day
near the docks
you’ll see that my dreams
are not voyagers
they are seagulls
suspended in dead
air

 

nihilistic poetry