poetry of consciousness

My Dear Lioness

My dear lioness I am looking at you
On liquid sand silver reflections
Of your mane, chestnut curls gracefully falling
Afore your lucent eyes, black dilated pupils
Enclosed in glowing brown irises streaks of crimson
Brightened by the hint of … CONTINUE READING »

Crying Pneuma

Through my eyes torrential rivulets
Salty droplets spilling out from my entrails
Along my cheeks I feel them glide
To my lips their paths parching
On my blazing skin slithering into my mouth
They force themselves down my throat
I … CONTINUE READING »

Crying Pneuma

Through my eyes torrential rivulets
Salty droplets spilling out from my entrails
Along my cheeks I feel them glide
To my lips their paths parching
On my blazing skin slithering into my mouth
They force themselves down my throat
I … CONTINUE READING »

War by Night

Moon shone a light upon the silence
Of a countryside night like many others,
People cuddling their beloveds under
The shelter of welcoming cosy abodes.
Seated on a comfortable handmade sofa
Creation of her father a little eight year old… CONTINUE READING »

Adamas

I ignore if you perceive your existence
Though I am inclined to believe you don’t,
I think I might be the only creature
Mad enough to struggle and ponder
A lifetime on what we are.
Since my earliest days I … CONTINUE READING »

Adamas

I ignore if you perceive your existence
Though I am inclined to believe you don’t,
I think I might be the only creature
Mad enough to struggle and ponder
A lifetime on what we are.
Since my earliest days I … CONTINUE READING »

As I wait

As I wait for our encounter I listen
To the rain outside pouring over green
Gardens effusing scents of wet grass
Mimosa orchids roses toxic oleander
Anticipating the feel of your warmth
Reminiscing the bewilderment of my lips
Shivering under … CONTINUE READING »

Unsmoked cigarettes

It’s been a while since I looked at you
Properly paying attention to your traces
Of ancient histories two thousand or twenty
Years of them the same all in the past,
A gone multitude of moments I remember
Bathing in … CONTINUE READING »

Disturbing Peace

Since my infancy I smiled
Mother told me I would light her eyes
Ignoring notions of past and future
I simply was, thrust into existence.
Learnt to walk, talk a language
Concocted by humans to express
Ideas and feelings progress… CONTINUE READING »

She is Light

I’d lie if I said I recalled the first
Time I saw her when she arrived
Indelibly into my existence we were
Girls brought up to be ladies of pride.
Rebellious spirits claiming freedom ruled
By strict parents and Dominican … CONTINUE READING »