When the World Stops They Listen

 

For my grandpa David. R.I.P I love you papa and I miss you.

 

To his breath stampede
of skeleton pennies,
blowing out earth’s detail –
its oceans plea resuscitation
its pulse hyperventilating like Buddha,
inquietude resounds.

The dream concatenates –
A haven planet
surrounded by billions,
walking abandonedly
into the crowd.
An abrupt sob: ‘Where are we going’?

To his breath
the world stopped.
And the choir rain
anthems a warning.
They listen
as the oracles fret.

Mama…I love you.
The winged lips poetry –
dusk say that ocarina follow doves.
Floriferous hearts
balloon notation Zen.

To his breath
of minutes slipping,
mankind repents.
Tide fangs closing in
and the air itself wave’s goodbye.

 

 

*Note: It’s been 1 month since my grandpa’s passing. It’s been hard and painful. I think about him a lot and I miss him. I know he’s in a better place with all our loved ones. This poem was very difficult for me to write.

 

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Swarming Voyage to Impregnate the Five King Hermits

 

Onomatopoeia stolid –
moon dryer glockenspiel,
Cicada puffs the imagery –
behold the smokeless chrome.

Who exodus meatballs?

Youthful anchorite –
halo glued your chasm
and it spoke discretionally –
thoroughly, mouthed, & sine.

Impregnate voyage…
birth screams…
and the five king hermits clap.

Carmelite queens…
Mascara sperm authenticity…

Meanwhile,
Elijah grooversim
stirred the record possessed –
back to envy
back to subsequent.

The author in you –
disturbed by electronic samsara,
castanets gasp
comb the air backwards
its patapinion licking blear.

Leonhard Euler –
reciting websites,
to mammal feeding…
to Captain mythical crabs…
to Moses four-footed committee braids.

Pet the harking bishop –
of swarming empires
eating at Cistercian eremitic.

Archduke Exuvia –
you Faustian clone,
don’t mention the tenth wrinkle.

Pentateuch diaphoresis –
its rings shy
as fly-infested cenobium.
Trappist Camelopardalis,
decameron spite foe,
away you, dice this facile motley just.

 

 

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Fuck Dale Carnegie

 

Masticate carefully, taste closely.

L.A. overgrown blimps –
bestiality looks good on you.
Listening to all walks of life –
story after story,
like torture porn
dancing with Kristen Stewart.

By nature
I’m curious & observant.
Instincts itches my balls
idiosyncrasies dull.

L.A. stuck ups
walking the red carpet,
questions darting
the star pedestal show.
Hours pain by,
truth be told –
hearing you mannequins sickens me.
How to win assholes & Influence Onion rings,
Carnegie once flirted.

L.A. courtesy
you don’t have it.
Considerate of others –
ME, ME, ME, ME, ME, ME, & ME…
Here’s a thought Kanye
mirror sex with yourself.

Fuck you! Fuck you! Carnegie.

Oh! How vanity pleasures me, me, me, me & me.

 

 

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Lacquered in fault

 

You remembered the future
being blind-folded.
Incise past bones,
they link bruised code –
its wounds splash
like orgy telekinetic dew.

You remembered the past
Lacquered in fault.
Rent by misuse starving –
implore such desolate sequence
harnessing our ambitions
restrained embryonic in salty embargo.

Time…tick, tick, tick, (30 seconds)
Set coordinates to April 29th, 1992.
Decade growls –
turmoil weeps –
death everywhere,
life do you have a conscience?

Or,
Mere glossary buttressing sonic shore
In fanning undulate,
take a sticky seat grind out your marrow,
ape the game
Count down to zero,
watching liter become king and truth, a fossil,
Will Conrad split his dark heart
on Moby’s fount to erase doubt?
We’re the flotsam of space molecules;
evaporate in our own filthy plate of greed.

Fast motion surrounding vortex –
velocity holds the noise.
Ergodic fleas
meditate in the pupil tarot,
sinking retrospectively in Occam’s razor.

For to tango with helium devils
dervish space daters must eat the rich.
Molded in their galactic hue –
let them be, those skaters in utero,
swapping devils beneath judicial sign readers, glued in place.

A mob of microbes
burying the atom
jolt the overfed oath.
Hyperspace convulses –
of muteless auxesis,
perturbed by dengue,
vast-struck with an arcuate glow.

Beneath stylish banter
forage for pulse,
despite ourselves
amidst universal detritus,
spinning in fugee state,
we enter the dragon
here lieth our supplantment.

Blossom gravitational lens
peeled before the cavern knights.
Existential spin
laminating the wormholes
from Minkowski’s host.

Divulge in incremental lisp.
Templar crows pecking the master’s foible –
asundering gravity lost.
In trace
ah, here lies the doppelganger, melting his mask.

It reveals the inward hours bending.
Luminiferous aether,
astral chokhmah’s cluck,
protruding & foaming –
this alchemy no longer titles
thus, you become the chewed chrysopoeia.

 

 

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It’s a huge honor and a long dream to collaborate and be working with my sister Candice Daquin. I believe her and I, achieved something special with two minds set for a sci-fi/ time travel trip. She’s a star of magic and intelligence.
Please pay her a visit her work is powerful, honest, and in your face truth.
Thank you for everything you are an inspiration.
You make the world a better place.

 

Her website: https://thefeatheredsleepcom.wordpress.com/