To the history of the human spirit

Human Spirit Painting
a furious dream of the human
spirit bourgeoning out of control
we are of dew ephemeral
blades of song touching oblivion of grass
textures of meaning
in a masquerade of folly
wistfully crowing the surface
little drops of being
little shrouded animals
of extinction and myth
            nothing
            becoming
            nothing
            above
            nothing
            inside
            nothing
            for
            nothing

 

nihilistic poetry

chance

Window of Love

This is my chance
to render existence
beautiful, justify it all
this is my chance
to leave a mark
in the thicket of irrelevance
that encircles life
this is my chance to create a gem
of poetry and longing

the universe
I see
is but a sketch
an attempt
the purest game

miracle comes in between
the things that are by chance real
I love its
magic

I am touching
the soul with silence
– that art thou
stargazing the mind

this is my chance
to suffer
the wisdom of solitude

my only voice
to reach out
to
you

 

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my philosophy

philosophy poem

I am no longer immersed
somewhat buried or submerged
but closely tied or floating
with those immediate things we call by words
I am that I am
my most irrelevant philosophy
closest to the light bulb
the breath on my nostril
to the plan and the hope
I am abstractedly here
together with the contents of plain reality
since I have nothing to say
I stare directly at the center of objects
yes, they are there
and I haven’t yet said anything in particular,
however close I feel
to the intellectual assumption
we like to nickname
the world
my words seem abandoned
like the stone someone else
kicked aside
down the thorny bushes
of something else.

 

Nihilistic Poetry