Thoughts of Unknowing (Complex Poetic Form)

Thoughts of unknowing and you dance me

until I become the only movement… This tango undresses

my feelings, and I am stripped of all bad thinking

to be enlightened. I am a Cartesian clear and distinct object

on this pyramidal peak of the mountain, where

the echoes trail off almost forever over the horizon.

Let’s sing, either with power, or with angels, or with freedom,

naught else, nor no more songs, but a swing song,

a prothalamium, which

clearly,

straightly,

rightly,

truly

expresses nothing less than the clarity of our true feelings

and nothing more than the rightness of our straight angles of view.

There is the fullness of our love, where

God is knowable, whether willful or involuntary.

We can neither see still,

solace still one another

in our sufferings,

unless we are sadly stuck in His

unending love cycle. There is, in fact,

a cognitive itch

and a divination using the human form

while being alive,

when life is not alive in its own sense

except for the eternity.

We can be good people

through this consciousness of ours,

which is relentless and reflexive,

especially when it becomes an object in itself.

I am not myself,

I am only this reaction of mine

in front of others

like a doppelgänger in the mirror.

The more I feel the time passing

the more I understand the eternity.

Yet turn, turn to live each second of no return.

There is no yellow horse in our dreams,

neither is this golden ripe wheat field

our land of freedom.

The sun still shines on every still green sunflower

Following it from east to west each day.

I’m spellbound by

the swinging sonorous cadence

of the birds chirping on the pyramids

and on the peaks of the mountains.

Lost in Blue (Triple Boketto Poem)

Victims have no place to stay;

Refugees are turned away,

When the night goes down today,

Nobody asks why.

Life is going by.

Kids need food to stay alive

And make effort to survive

Lost in blue.

How hard is it to live there?

All their new diseases are rare.

In this world wave of prayer,

Where the snakes can lie,

Life is going by.

The sands fall through the hourglass.

The hope withers like the grass

Lost in blue.

Behind the new concealed walls,

Near the sky and the wet falls,

The life dances the death’s calls

To upturn the eye.

Life is going by.

The chaos can’t rise above,

When the people search for love,

Lost in blue.