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I hunger for things that have a soul

I hunger for things that have a soul

If you have one, I will eat you...

I know a woman
who, in order to breathe,
writes a line or two
of poetry

I also know a man
who dances, naked
in moonlight
with the ghost
of his beloved

I ate them.

I hunger for things that have a soul
and I am starving

Because when I show
the world
a beautiful
red rose

they only
see

the thorns.

Your silhouette falls in my mouth

Your silhouette falls in my mouth

Repeatedly

I could not speak, in pleasure

You compel me to rise and fall

To be lost and found

In your quivering hands

You confuse the bones out of me

I look for myself in the rush

And fainting ebb

Of your sighs

That I find myself in your soul

As tonight, I love you with kisses

Smoothly etched

Between the sheets

Of your being.

I will open you, petal by petal

I will open you, petal by petal
Slowly, amidst exchanging breaths
Feel my fingers send ripples down your skin
Tracing constellations made of desires, erupting
Urges

Watch me surrender my soul
To every inch of your splendor
While I examine the pages of your body
Soft, glowing, and infinite
Every pore, every curve
Nothing will be left untouched

Feel how my lips write my devotions on your naked self
The blunt confessions of a soul, in lust with divinity
And make your body tremble
With your already trembling lips
For I will eat you down, until your words falter
Until your sighs learn to pray

And beneath the curious moon and the shy burning stars
I will look straight into your eyes
Bask in every expression you make
As I stretch you open, with my hard wicked body
Digging into you — slowly, passionately
And without mercy

While love, that strange mysterious love, melts
Into our sweat
Then I will hold you, pull you, closer, closest
Oh, my most sacred — now gasping, relished
Yet we still need
To inhale each other

With tears in our eyes, we turn our soft murmurs
Into deafening moans
Moans that conjure the Soul of God
(Because the holiest moans can only come
From two imperfect souls, meshed
In prayer)
And then nothing — nothing but ecstatic bliss
And the desire to be enlightened
Shall be
No more

For nothing will remain
But the combined scent of two souls
One shared breath, and a dreamless sleep

For once, let me show your body
What it really means
To be touched:

Like a moth, caressed
By fire.

How I love you

How I love you that the night shivers, dropping the stars

on the steps of your feet — feet of my life’s direction

For our love was born before the first star was made

How I love you — you tread on my dreams

that you levitate in moonlight

like a white lily risen from the flesh of the ocean

into my sunrise

and like the subtle current that moves all the planets

you move my heart

that is always within your heart

in the boundless orbit

of your beautiful mystery

How I love you? My One, my True?

You are the first and last dream of my soul

You eclipse everything.

she may look like a rose

she may look like a rose

but her soul is a sword

before you can break her

you have to pass

through the blade

She dances with the devil

Every night, her soul leaves her body
and dances with the devil
They hang on a string of moonlight
and sway to a silent rhythm

He loves her
sometimes she loves him too
Nonetheless, they always dance the night away
and hold each other as if they were dissolving

Someday, surely she will dissolve into ashes and stardust
and he will have to dance alone
His hands will miss her hands
and his feet will search for her feet

But tonight is unlike any other night
They do not just float, kiss, and bend
for they shall dance to the edge of the world
Never to return.

With her arms crossed

With her arms crossed behind her back
trapped in a pillowcase,
she was a candle in the night

“Write a poem on me” she said
and I obeyed, very carefully
First, with my lips, then
with my tongue, I wrote
slowly on her canvas
while she held me with her eyes –
eyes that spread out like branches
touching the biggest stars

More luminous than the evening,
I tore the night to pieces
and dipped into her soul
“Be gentle” she whispered with a sigh,
like a soft flower to the moon
while I continued to contemplate the fire,
burning her secrets with my desire

With my lips replete with her kisses
and her breaths breaking on my skin to the sound of grace,
she bit my shoulder, and pulled me up from the depths of the earth
to the sun blazing in her body

I pressed her cheek against the pillow
and watched her melting, with every thrust
The sheets, wet and swollen,
wild with dreams

She whimpered, crying
tears of the moon –
yet she was glowing

We died that night
We died that night

when I sank
deep
into her arms
and drowned,
she held my hand
to the other side
of life.

From now on

From now on
I will live my poems
And all the poems that touch my soul
And knowing that the uni-verse is composed of more than a single syllable
I will dance with the sonnets of life

I will be like a bird
No
I will stand merely as a human
Who has realized that to the skies
We are the stars
Wandering in an infinite world
Forming the real sun

I will forget everything that I know about life, about love
And experience everything the first time
Greet Sister Air, hail Brother Sun
Knowing that every decision, every act
Is my prayer
Tossed into the multiverse
I will look at the eyes of my enemies
And thank them
For being the best teachers in virtue and perfection
I will read the newspaper knowing that a greater meaning is found
Between the lines
I will continue my search for Truth
My search for God
And live a fairy tale

Again, like a child, without thought, without guilt
I will dance and fade in the music
And discover the mystery of a single breath
I will laugh insanely until heaven and hell open up
And eat my body
Because life without madness, without obsession
Is not worth living
Thus, I will claim my passion back into my bones
And walk with Jesus on the shore
After all, a man who has lost all faith
Can still remember
God

Once again, I will partake in the grand celebration
Called Life
Just as that strange worm
At the very moment it thinks it is about to die
When everything breaks 

It flies. 

Between

Between her eyes and the palpitating moon

is my firmament of desire

I watch poems hanging on pink branches, like wind chimes

resounding her beauty

to the naked earth - half truth, half fantasy

Yet everything meets in her gaze:

flowers open their petals to the sun

and the oceans evaporate back into the sky

A strange type of alchemy where everything

finds anything, everything except my throbbing heart

Looking out at the horizon

in the sweltering heat of the desert where I stand

I hear the chimes like a soprano of stars, and the wind

further affirming her reality, and further

evaporating myself

into fantasy — that I leap to faith, biting

the edge of the moon

Until her waters extinguish

my fire.

I visited my friend who is a scientist

I visited my friend who is a scientist
He was so busy in the laboratory:

'What are you doing?' I asked

"I am picking up the remaining pieces
from my last experiment" he answered

I watched, curious and steady
'They are like shards of glass,
but soft and bleeding' I said

"Yes, it is my heart" he replied

'And what did you discover?'

"That nothing in the world
is heavier
than a broken heart..."

I did not know what to say
so I just watched him gather
the pieces of his heart in his hands

"But," he explained, "you should not allow
the mistakes of others
to take away your crown and kindness
otherwise, you will become just like them
So continue to write your own fairytale
because it is as real as the sun, moon
and stars

"It is just that, sometimes,
your heart needs to be broken
to let love in."

By the light of the Moon

By the light of the Moon
My heartbeats
Sending you morse codes
In a dialect you alone can understand

By the light of the Moon
I see dreams, mesh
With the fibers of reality
Stars smiling at each other; and blue roses, laughing

By the light of the Moon
I whisper my wish in the air
And I inhale you
Because I feel you everywhere

By the light of the Moon
Now I understand
Why amidst the dissolving universe
God created the stars

By the light of the Moon
My chest opens, and my soul shoots off
Up to the Moon, and back
To you

My Saint, all these, and more
While you sing
By the light of the Moon
While you write
By the light of the Moon.

Because love does not beg

Because love does not beg
he does not ask for her body
although all his stars desire it
He simply hides his screams in his eyes

Because love does not beg
he writes silently on the water
that he is jealous
of the air
she breathes

Because love does not beg
he throws stones at the sea
and counts how many times they bounce
and then he throws his heart

Because love does not beg
he ties a string of words around his neck
and hangs himself
so he could dance with her ghost
that is always floating
on his canvass

Because love does not beg.

She walks with butterflies

She walks with butterflies
All around her body,
And light shines upon her skin from head to toe.
It must be her,
Her serpentine beauty that beguiles my eyes.

O, love, it is as if roses were made from her lips.
See how, when she laughs, the sweetest petals bepaint her cheeks.
And as this fine maiden passes by,
A flower blooms wherever she treads her feet.

Tell me, how does she do it?
How does she make the Moon hang by the glow on her face?
How does she teach the stars to twinkle in the night?
Even her skin reflects a thousand moonbeams
While her eyes move the Sun to rise, and burn bright
O, how, love?

How does she capture light with her own light?
That in her absence or as when she frowns,
The universe would turn afoul
That all heavens, whether day or night,
Would weep the saddest woe
To unbridle her from such gloomy plight.

Yet the more I cannot tell
The thoughts that court her mind,
But they must be sweeter than the music of the nightingale
For no beauty as hers should hear a tinge of whisper
That can produce even the slightest ail.

But if her beauty is devoured
By the wiles of envious time,
The more praises I will give,
For her beauty shall for-ever live
In my verse, in my love, and in my rhyme.

Safira

They warned him that she was mad. 

He did not believe them...

until she took his heart

and started to write poems with his blood.

“Do not worry,” she said,

“for every poem is stained with a kiss.”

She wrote a hundred more.

It was a fantasy that was never meant for any human. 

But he did not want to let go...

until she evoked ghosts and ancient spirits 

to hold him tight. 

“Do not move,” she whispered. 

“I also want to write poems inside your body.

If you move, it might hurt more.”

She stabbed her golden quill into his skin

and wrote until midnight, until there was 

no more space in him for another poem. 

Tired yet smiling, she asked, “Do you like it?”

“Whatever makes you happy,” he groaned, 

not knowing if he was dead or alive. 

“But, please tell me, do you also love me?” he asked. 

She looked at him, her glassy eyes pure and innocent,

“I only write because of you, my love.

You make me a poet.”

Then she kissed him, and at once

he knew that their love was true. 

She showed him his heart 

sweetly beating in her hand,

and ate it.

She wanted to eat the Moon

She wanted to eat the Moon
That is impossible I said the Moon is too big
Do not be hilarious she laughed
and held a coin up to the Moon
It is even smaller than this coin
I will eat it like an almond
Moments later, I heard that she rode a Lemurian crystal orb
and flew to the Moon

Next evening, I saw the crescent Moon
and realized that she was probably living her dream
of eating —
eating the Moon
Worried that no Moon might be left for humanity
I rented a helicopter and flew high up into space

I found her, sitting on the Moon
as if thinking of the right way to bite it
How are you? I asked
Come and sit beside me she smiled
I do not think I still want to eat the Moon she said
That is strange, why not? I asked
From here, everything looks more beautiful she answered
The Earth looks like a dream as it should be
And if I eat the Moon, we would not have this place to sit together

She reached for a star and plucked it
I can have this instead
Would you like some? she asked
No, thank you I replied
She whispered a wish into the star and ate it in one bite

You are strange she said
You do not want the Moon, not even a piece of star
What do you want?

It was then when I realized
that I had forgotten to truly dream anything meaningful or silly in life
Silent and sad, I stared blankly into her deep, bright eyes
Oh, poor child she whispered what has the world done to you?
Feeling empty and defeated, Would you dream with me? I asked
From now on, we dream together she answered

She then held my hand and we danced
on the skin of the Moon
Yes, we danced and kissed on the Moon.

I am become Death

I am become Death

for the soul

finally

died

I left it

floating

in the

Euphrates

for having

loved

too deep

nobody

understood

And now

Death

walks

upon

this pale

and muddy

earth

holding a

scythe

for it is

not

Death

that man

should fear

but

Life

and all

that move

and

breathe.

"Now I am become Death, the destroyer of worlds."  

—Lord Krishna, Bhagavad Gita

Death

Death

is a beautiful woman

with long, blonde hair

and green, timeless eyes

One day, she will sit

beside you, smile coyly,

and kiss you on the cheek

She loves you

and will save you

from Life

Therefore, live...

Live with meaning and dignity

Do not follow the mainstream crap

Instead, yearn for things that have a soul

And be mad enough to follow your heart

For you were not made

to be tame

You belong

to the wild

among the brightest

stars

and the biggest

flowers

You bloom, you shine

in a crowd

of angels...

So that when Death

finally comes,

you can greet her

like a long-lost friend,

smile back at her,

and laugh

as you tell

stories

of how you lived and died

a thousand times

so you could kiss her

on the lips

Because Death

was once in love

with Life

until

you came.

One Day (XXXVII)

“What is a star?” Argon wonders 

“if not to explode and grant a wish

if not my head, falling

on her lap of dreams 

What is a star

if not to imitate the glow on Stella’s face 

or to repeat myself and my love as she sleeps 

For a star can mean a million things at once 

but what good is a star, even for dreamers

if it does not shine where she lies 

For every dream can fall as a new wish can rise 

but nothing escapes her eyes.”

Farewell

Farewell, Poetry

No good can come to a poet

People have lost their humanity