The Inari Poet

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04/30/2024

Between these mountains and a highway of water,

A flatland tomb encases the mind.

The old anthem of liberty and death,
My soul chants against this grind.

02/27/2024

Feet planted into the pavement.
Feeling the Earth beneath him as second after second pass by.

Still, coiled, waiting.

The breeze will kiss his face.
Silent, soothing whispers
Saying "Soon".

But not yet.

Focus, sharp as the razor's edge.

Feeling the rotation of Mother Earth.

Still, not yet.

The sky crisp and ever-clearer, a deep violet.
Stoicism in the face of faded angst.
The world beyond was his to gain.

The breeze wisping away,
Dissipates as he anticipates the moment.

With a final touch he can taste it.

"Now," She hisses.

Like the strike of a viper, his feet release.
Once, twice, again and again.
He breaks its static friction,
Momentum and fruition.
Velocity, in the melody of strides.

He begins to lift.
Leaving even gravity behind.
Into the night sky.

Icarus will fly.

12/04/2023

We're down and bruised

But we dont feel it

Conditioned and Trained.
To exist in pain.

Slow, angst
A slower, dull ache
The Lower we sank

Colder water we drank.

The vivid hues of blue and reef,
Bled away yesterday,
We drown and grieve
Grieved the times we believed
The vitals of each
Remained within our reach.

Enough life to relieve the pressure speak,
Desperate gestures seeked
To stay afloat, minus our boat
We always failed to need.

Naivety and hubris against the tides of torrential Rain
Always headstrong, we stayed against the Grain.
Opposing Fate, we kept sparring the Universe

Again,
again,
Again
and
Again.
We lived in verse.

Determined to make the Ocean wane.

Wave after wave
we departed then sang
The Endless, Relentless, Renditions of an Anthem's Hope

Glorious and ignorant to pain.
(Oops, More like Ingored it and slain)

We kept parting the Sea
Seemingly swimming from graves.
We walk dowm below touching toes to the submerged floor.

"What do we even keep doing it for..."

Two souls adorned with The burden of Loss.
Lost without Love we carried "Alone" on our cross.

We were drowning in Love

11/30/2023

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11/27/2023

You are the spider.

Every action purposed,

Threading silk lines.
Weaving a tapestry,
Belief in your eyes.

Serving your purpose,
A tomb in disguise.
Entrapped in the net
Prey falls victim to vice.

A timeline twisted and tethered,
Placed to perfectly entice.

The need to feel needed,
A lethal flaw inside.
Ever-Captivating,
Predator stays out of sight.

Only within the memories
Shines the Truth in light.

In time I won't hate you,
For the fright of my life.

You were only searching for sustenance,
So that you could survive.

Its it right to exile the Lion,
In favor of the Gazelle's Life?

Once my heart steadies pace
And I accept a mortal fate,

The true value of your nature
Is revealed in the wake.

Arachnophobic since childhood,
Adulthood, a different state.

Only through my survival,
Did I learn to appreciate.

I long to live,
Plan to live long.

It was all a beautiful song.
The orchestra of us,
Echoes these halls.

My life was so silent and thin,
Hopeless its sin.
But along came a spider,
And my life hit "Begin".

11/27/2023

It is tragedy
When we

Grow Love.

Our garden,
Targeted and disregarded again
After being tresspassed and uprooted of Truth,
Their hatred guised fear infiltrate inside.
A pesticide,
Kills what was real While our remnants, discarded.

There is no freedom here.
Our magic, illicit and prohibited.
We cannot practice and bond
Because good feelings are gone.
Oppressed and forced into extinction.

Until none can find a distinction.
Between feelings and pain.

True joy waned
until the famine
became normal.
No one lit up
Sadly, life became formal.

Then the masses changed.
Truth became misunderstood.
Fear of the Good
Caused this witch hunt underfoot.

Burned at the stake,
Did we make the mistake?
To fall into the temptation
And feel understood.

To miss Love while in remembrance.
To chance revival and an infinite embrace.

To hope for a cure for Loneliness.

We are caught defying and face,
The tragedy of Love.
In this loveless place.

10/18/2023

" In Masochism:
Samsara Owns her Reverence, Relenting to Yielding"

10/16/2023

These lillies have come
They have gone.

The air becomes thin.
And within

It flourishes,

There is room
Efflorescence
Blooms.

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