MADMENS CALLING: pOetRy

When words fail, screams prevail.
As such, that Being spoke in tongues
and tones
and such
in the hour of shattered hues and colorblinds
that Being, colorful, shouted stories once told in and around fire.
That Being said of crackles of and among stars
of female dragons swallowing flames, spitting womb bloody water
of certitudes shaken, breakin'.
It spoke of a time of yes and a time of maybe, and a time when Time was not.
It then resumed, and silenced.

In and around fire, stories have been told and burnt.
In hours of shattered beings, colorful or colorless, we've chanted -- in and about fire
we've held hands, cursed and plagued
we've calmed down -- all in spite of fire
we've searched words, spoke nonsense
reached further, found new hearts, new ears, new tongues, new tones
and still played the same song... so did Fire.

One day Fire rose and played those same tricks
already played in other crossroads:
it painted one side red, and the other darkness
and went about his way, tricking and treating.
Tricking and treating Fire goes on, and on, and on: one side, red.
The other, darkness.

GIBBOUS


painted with light on its right
seemingly white, but not quite
a silver glyph seems to write
some of the foresight the Sun, daily, bequeaths

It does so until
- fully grown and wise -
purely bright it arises
seemingly white, but not quite
painted in the sky at night

FOR TROY DAVIS


one of those nights
one of those
haunted sights

one of those.

senseless plight.
one of those
spite. full. nights.

ON THE WAY, IN A WAY


on the way, eyes
– i is down –
have seen what passers-by
pass by:
lives urging fire
soulful desires
races
traces
freedom. restraint.

not to stain
the heart, i — eyes down –
walked around its chart,
marked with light
that which passers-by pass by.

eyes
– my still down –
witness the absence in the dye.
the way, road:
presence when passed by
or a passed-by code.

BETWEEN KHRONOS AND KAIROS


there was a time
when There was When,
and Where,
and Was,
and Then.
when Time was not When
and Where was where Time was.

There was a then in time
when Was, in time, was Time and When
There was not Time
it is, was, were, will and then…

we'd better work hard to save ourselves, 'cause nobody else will.
some will say those who stay, will
but in times of ill, we won't.
so we'd better save ourselves in this land of nobody's will

you say these are times of hardship
tension and release.
what you really mean is we are out in the jungle...
but where are those brainy monkeys saying "NOOO",
scaring the shit out of movie goers
science people
and science fiction?
this ain't no happy ending flick, no technicolor dream
to wake up from in sepia tones
these are no winner zones

you say this ain't the first or last
but it might as well be the last, first of all
'cause if you don't save yourself you know where i placed my will
and where the will is, we is not

I had a dream.
I had a dream awake:
Maya around
tying a dog
watch-guard beast
barking to be God.
They, Seven Wise in Mind: city of Hetep
bata drums in a def trance beat,
submind curtains
sweet drops of peace

I had a dream.
I had a dream awake:
Colors, shades, moans: Sun and Moon were about to cum
but the storm came - Shiva’s power, a necessary shame
(but the last will be the first,
the first will be the anxious – and good things come to those who…ARE)

I had a dream.
I had a dream awake:
Protection and birth
shelter and manifestation
pool in a pregnant belly announcing the power of creation
waiting for fecundation, masturbation, transformation
Impersonal everywhere, like divinity
('cause God is not a man, believe me).

it is ten o’clock and the train leaves
it is ten o’clock and there comes the wind
and the curve of the return
the return of the wind
the curve where the wind makes...
the curve

croissants crossing the cross
vera cruz, terra cruz,
terra luz
“that breaks in the grayed night”

it is ten o’clock at night
and it is still day.
ten o’clock at night
and it is still clear at the train station.

"I wish at least once” I knew where light and life comes from
I wish I knew where the sun rests, to call for him during gray days
ah, if only I could understand why the kids cry at dawn
why the rain falls always from above
why there is heaven and earth
why the drain in the pool scares me to death

(I should write backwards
to understand the negative of the thoughts
and see the reflection on the poetry -
awww, that phrase almost came, almost went
but stayed up on a tightrope
no idea of how to bend)

"I wish at least once" I knew who owned the dog on the corner
the pen at the bar table
the magazine at the station bench
the life, which jumped fearless from the train and went away