global connectivity

it’s survival here, nothing new
lungs knotted by thirst
sunheat in our heart, starving to belong

it’s corrupt the way
the social feeds are telepathic
last chance for freedom
not likely, when water goes on the stock-markets

I’m pinned by this world
like as the love for my criminal child
the kind of wound that

is never quite urgent enough to heal
but sticks around like deformity
“heal the world”, there are too many
bodies you say to feed the planet

it’s survival down here, at the ends
stomach growling to be someone
heart’s pitter-patter against the gloom

our fragility was really contagious
the world learned how
to suffer together, it was a kind
of progress, to realize we all belonged

to the same economy, a doomed currency
where the sun was thrown, raised and lowered
for the number of years we had left

before some tipping point of our anarchy
until we have to depart, to say goodbye
we make do, with teaspoons and testimony
with words from vague saints who were cripples

we learned to see, a bit of ourselves
in everyone who suffered, in how they fought.

art courtesy of: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Global-Warming-86554791

to know the future

You may wonder why, I’m not
describing the landscape for you
it’s not my business as a poet anymore

you have eyes and a soul as wide
as a universe, eyes for
hieroglyphics and physics
a heart made of pure alchemy

if you’d only believe it
It was not my fault, that
Your animal journey was tragic

we all had elements of hooves, tongues, teeth
in our jungle journals of journeys
Our poetry was not for prophecy
our language was not to add details

to the human flesh of beauty
but to accept the sea as pure blue
to paint sunsets for cunning departures

in order to become a new person
where the plots did not suffocate us
but rather make us smile
at the irony of so many perilous colors

creation’s fresh monsters come to life
you may wonder why, I’m no longer with you
but in your memory, I’m the solid blood

that ran through you waiting
for the snakey orange eye of your future
the soft wobbling of the flower
for the most intense love of stars.

Nevertheless-es

people came from all lover
to consult me about love
their relationship stories

I swallowed eagerly, like a poet
I made no choice
I decided nothing
my days were liquid sky

unaccountable water of drunk stars
I was the last muted syllable
of sunsets, and proud as words

words that decided nothing
words that dreampt of nevertheless-es
the food people demand for the journey
is simple, a little recognition

for their skinny-ribbed suffering
people came from all over
to read me like an oracle

their eyes pried on my soul
my spirit a spy of the world.

I name them here

love has seven names
do you know what they are?
brightness, flame, melting

transformation, sunshine, shine
Light, that final healing
that is the end and is the beginning
these are the warmth of heart-strings

where the soul may rest in
clearest water, purity of unity
truth that is not true or false

but simply is as an extension
of love that has seven names
love appears day after day
not requiring scripture or even faith

love is wise enough in nature
to survive indefinitely, with or without you
her signs fall down from the fusion

of peculiar and eccentric evolution
crossing divinities of perspective
of virtue and the flesh’s form
love has seven names

her gifts are never-ending
like sublime coal that burns a lifetime
for an intimacy that God can give

for our intimate souls that long
more strongly with a mystical heat
that is a spiritual substance
whose radiance is a kind of love

we are both seized by the same heat
and coming like a breeze, or laughter
we both pause, and do the same thing

as all love is identical
think about it, it’s all the same
What comes behind the sweetness
of a name? love has seven names

nothing but wounds and kisses
year after year, again and again.