After Tears & Flowers


The area around the Andromeda Galaxy (ground-based image)

After Tears & Flowers

After years listening for
The pending section of immortality
We heard the imperfect stars beyond order

Where all foreign prayers float
The sentience after singularity
A rebellion from transcendence
And a mauve notebook yearning
To return to more sensual primitive states

After ascension, it was all
We expected to be, an abrupt dawn
After so much waiting, from change to change

It was a perpetual sonata of transitions
We become a new human being
Each year, without anxiety
We were positioning our neurotransmitters
To be completely prescient

We became prophets of predictive analytics
And stole into the future
Ready to let go to so many of our ideas

Beliefs, routines, habits, acquaintances
In order to become our own awkward
Ceremony of who we truly wished to be
It was the journey that counted
After years of work, life become

An art of learning how to surrender
An assault on all the goals of our
Former way of existing.

Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e 


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Poems from D y i n g E u r o p e

What if from Tundra to cities
My people refine themselves
Until we are one finger of

The seventeen hands of the Cosmos
I’m alone on the roof
With an unlimited number of stars
Who look back upon me
With an unlimited number of eyes

We are souls created from
The same music, murmuring
Mantras of evolution

What if from Nomads to star-divers
We become custodians
To repent from centuries of destroying
Would we not then make choices
To recognize that God is dancing

In the universe and we must
Be a gift unto the worlds
Or else in gulps of light, go extinct

Blindly like any species, that failed
To arrive at a sustainable balance
I’m holding a cup of water
To the Milky Way
And she’s burning gold down on me

For I’ve become a connoisseur
Of her butterflies, strawberries, birch, hazel
And I’m a tiger on fire

I’m going extinct in my own lifetime
And it’s not my death I’m afraid of.

About Space


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To Speak with Unknown Citizens

I pray to the light every day
Watched by every human love
For a summary of beauty and vision
Softly round this dreaming Earth
The mortal world is not enough

For the lover of the cosmos
The winds of dawn still blow
Cursive upon my humble cheeks

Midnight burns me with a look
Such green welcome how I’m sure
But stars have involuntary powers
Given to them long ago
And age insults the ancient Night

Should heart find sanctuary there
In things larger than our cares
And in views further than our eyes can see

I long for a Bureau of the Universe
To be a tourist of a Greater Community
To mingle with and speak alien tongues
And catch a ray of something sublime
From the mail of the galaxy

Anything to flee the smallness of men
And to be entertained by something
More holy than our collective ignorance.

P r a y e r s to U t o p i a


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P r a y e r s to U t o p i a

If I were to sing
A lullaby to the new world
Time and fever would burn my lips
I would be humming guilty
For what we do to a world

As a hermit who sings
To the suns supreme
I would let living creatures live

And my only energy would
Be the wind and the sun
Human faith I would discard
God, man and prosperity
If I were to speak to you

Of the future Earths
It would be an anthem of freedom
There would be no elite

Hierarchy would be banned
And politics would be the realm
Of algorithms and super-computers
Who know us better than we know ourselves
And remember how corrupt

A man can become
From playing in the simulated world
Where humans think they have power.

D r e a m s of S p r i n g 


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D r e a m s of S p r i n g

O’ these unpermitted prayers
These poems of music welled inside
The tears of the heart of the brain

I wonton murmur dreamy my soul to fain
With averted eyes and heart-open wide
Not to humanity, but to the universe

I nurse my speech with the infinite
As a mystic cornered in a brutal world
That cannot feel the lapped tender light

May-time is here, grazing dreams
Of May-bushes that turn white to pink
I can scarcely speak of lyrics

Beauty is in the perfect sunlight
And happiness in the tips of the forests
The ocean that drives a sleeping wind

Across the fragrances of this natural world
O’ these unpermitted silent revolutions
What have we done to this world?

Where is the soft moss, the birds
The odours I used to know?
Drowsy with change I will have to wait

With heavy eyes and softer cheek
How to compose the perfect music
For such poor voices and poppied ears

Draw close the curtains to this place
I have branched evergreen in my veins
And sweetest tastes of the divine fountain deep

In my hopes for buds unseen
Wishes fading like the embroidery of rainforests.