Writing poetry

Creating art, for me, is almost always an act of catharsis. Poetry is an interesting form of expression: when I am writing it, I am usually in a heightened state of lucidity. A first step feels like all of my mental faculties are working simultaneously on extracting a lived experience. A second step is moreContinue reading “Writing poetry”

A Masculine Perspection

Your feminine enthralls me, Draws me; My masculine sees you as beauty pure, Incapable of seeing anything else, And why would it try? What does it want, you ask? And quite right, For trouble often follows it closely, I will tell you what this accursed says to me: Liberate your eyes, Let them caress herContinue reading “A Masculine Perspection”

Why, failed?

Look at me, My dear friend, Before you ask, Make careful your observation, Of what presents itself so obviously; And obliviously, My unriddling has its limits. What do you call, Someone who is doomed from the start? A poet whose pen beats? With ink bright red? Who can only share his lived esotericities, In phrase-twistsContinue reading “Why, failed?”

Working Peace

Breathe, slow and deep, It is this that soothes. Compose, your self, It is this that readies. Endure and accommodate, You must, It is this that allows its existence. Focus, a warning if you don’t; if you dare an act of self-relevance it may disturb your focus, Focus Indeed and well, but you will beContinue reading “Working Peace”

Only Will

I gave up, friend It’s a long story But I gave up The worst part of it is Losing the spring in my step Losing the fun in my heart. Sparking joy out of nothingness, I don’t have that anymore I wish it were a spell It’s a long story The story is irrelevant NowContinue reading “Only Will”