idioms of the ages
by idiots or sages
unpainted pages
line lines lined
coloured thoughts
kwafted and caught
ordered not
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| idioms caught |
neither sold
neither bought
coloured thought
sages pages
idioms' thoughts
coloured and caught
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| from palms to sea |
6/07/2015
5/12/2015
Between
BETWEEN
The Desire
such sounds strip seemingly
carving cravings
apart aligning above
bitterness below
demands demons devouring
hearts.
apart such cravings bitterness demands.
carving cravings
apart aligning above
bitterness below
demands demons devouring
hearts.
apart such cravings bitterness demands.
The Space
the fault line of my mind
the cracked spaces of my heart
the gaping holes of my loves
the distances of my connections
the silences of my thoughts
the separation of my desire
of emptiness the universe
can only be filled
with love
the cracked spaces of my heart
the gaping holes of my loves
the distances of my connections
the silences of my thoughts
the separation of my desire
of emptiness the universe
can only be filled
with love
Al Mendoza, 2015Between
BETWEEN
The
Desire
such
sounds strip seemingly
carving cravings
apart aligning above
bitterness below
demands demons devouring
hearts.
apart such cravings bitterness demands.
carving cravings
apart aligning above
bitterness below
demands demons devouring
hearts.
apart such cravings bitterness demands.
The
Space
the
fault line of my mind
the cracked spaces of my heart
the gaping holes of my loves
the distances of my connections
the silences of my thoughts
the separation of my desire
of emptiness the universe
can only be filled
with love
the cracked spaces of my heart
the gaping holes of my loves
the distances of my connections
the silences of my thoughts
the separation of my desire
of emptiness the universe
can only be filled
with love
Al
Mendoza, 20159/02/2014
Without a Spider
You see? And there, there are it was.
Yet, there are not you see.
#poetry #meditation #poets #poems #zen
Like the stadium devotee
The faces of the facing attending
Standing as the settee sitting
A single sound from the whispers now roars
Like a song.
Patched together pounding air
A kaleidoscope of sewn quilts
A uniformed blanket from the patterns
Like a dance.
So here is the coloured music of a symphony
Rolling the ties together a net, a web
We know from our distance there are so many
All like single stitches
Without a spider.
Pins of sound highlighting light
The very sound of it covers as a blanket sewn
Brightness strung together inside of spaces
Netted with hollow places and tied rhythms vibrating Without a theme
Like a storm.
Without a Spider
You see? And there, there are it was.
Yet, there are not you see.
#poetry #meditation #poets #poems #zen
Like the stadium devotee
The faces of the facing attending
Standing as the settee sitting
A single sound from the whispers now roars
Like a song.
Patched together pounding air
A kaleidoscope of sewn quilts
A uniformed blanket from the patterns
Like a dance.
So here is the coloured music of a symphony
Rolling the ties together a net, a web
We know from our distance there are so many
All like single stitches
Without a spider.
Pins of sound highlighting light
The very sound of it covers as a blanket sewn
Brightness strung together inside of spaces
Netted with hollow places and tied rhythms vibrating Without a theme
Like a storm.
8/24/2014
Ice 0
 |
| "Of Wood and Ice" Al Mendoza 2004 |
#poem #poems #poetry#meditation
Al-ice 0
zero is the never knowing
nothing
how much is gone
she wants what she gets
beginning once again
from a plank
empty
naught are the intimations
vacant
so full are presence
she desires what she wants
anew in want of renewal
lightly standing
open
before her always vistas
chasms
free flight in all directions
she possesses in her open embrace
the eternal internal
on tip toes
leaping
Ice 0
|
| "Of Wood and Ice" Al Mendoza 2004 |
#poem #poems #poetry#meditation
Al-ice 0
zero is the never knowing
nothing
how much is gone
she wants what she gets
beginning once again
from a plank
empty
naught are the intimations
vacant
so full are presence
she desires what she wants
anew in want of renewal
lightly standing
open
before her always vistas
chasms
free flight in all directions
she possesses in her open embrace
the eternal internal
on tip toes
leaping
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