mystery – Poétique

Elevator

Imbrication on the pathway
We climbed into the elevator
Before the door completely shut
We were travelling down
Softly in a glided car
No fear for falling out but
Not sure where we were going
We landed at the bottom
Where the carriage shifted out
And started traveling
Down the streets as both of us
Jumped out we found our way
Back to the top of the hill
Also to an abandoned
Phone line where to warn the owners
There would be some disrepair
When they returned to their
Building and in proclamation
We called the fire department
They should know too that
There’s a runaway elevator box
The greater the work
The more terrible the storms
What bright opposition
Under the nose of fortune
Breathing in these
Unpredictable winds

Ponder

Clarity versus mystery
Clearness versus true belief

The line that separates
Is the line that magnetizes
Love, hate, peace, war

What is logic and emotion
If we think before we think
Without thinking about it at all

Will mystery moot its discovery
Arriving in an absent need?

What mystery is depending on science
What science is depending on God?

And in one fell swoop
An ultimate acknowledgment
What is a mystery if it cannot be found?

Womb

Two. It’s what they want
To make love with tonight
They see me as the most loving
Morning in an outgoing horizon
And an old friend has her hair
In blonde like honey styled up as curls
Pin combs and innumerable wheels
That resemble her tendrils
On boards and shoes people skating
Rolling around
Under the bridge
I am singing Guardian Angel
I can hit every note
Word for word as unrecognizable people
Are also chiming in
All circling in their own space

I am asking
How can someone that tried
So hard fail so badly
How can he be so good at it
And feel so bad afterwards
Dumb good
Smart bad

We all fold ours differently
Perhaps the end will feel better
Than starting over again of course
Clarity versus mystery
Hypnosis holds the key
If the puzzle has no facts
How can the picture possibly be real
If he lost his discovery
In your eyes
At the edge of your coat
The silver cannot be won
The kingdom of his heart
Is broken

Reeds are blowing at every passage
And the meaning is unable to reveal
An actual identity without a contract
Like a certificate of birth
And still the womb knows
What it held
It needs no paperwork to prove
A love for beholding it’s
Internal miracle

Imaginare

In love with the imaginary
Making the most love to anybody
I don’t even know…
I could swelter you with
Hot momentary pulsating
Delicious majestic lust
No harbor for hate
To dock our boats in

Standing in the traffic of a busy sidewalk
I plaster myself against the concrete wall
Behind me stands a bigger building
For stowing people away when they need
Rest and rejuvenation in their condos
Hardly affordable these days
What a lifestyle planted next to the water
People walking around barefoot
With sand on the bottoms of their feet
You could journey from here and achieve
That shoreline destination with ease

All the accents traveling around his head
Korean and Chinese spoken in the same
Breath from breakfast to sock shops
Fiery red hair passes by like an emblem
Something should be signaling his legs
To follow that embered light but he doesn’t know
Them at all and it isn’t his neighbor
But to make acquaintances would be nice

The fallen limbs from two days of rain
Are reminiscent of the unused well of
Love that’s been swallowed whole
Useless arms unclaimed and flailessly
Hanging around wanting to be useful
Like the branch that smacked down against
Raw concrete was to its tree prior

So many new faces and no one to
Be concerned about meeting who he
Hasn’t yet nor seen; no facial recognition
The ground is sloped and the air
Is calm here stands a quiet moment in a big
City this is a treasure like the fantasy
Hunt that keeps dragging his eyes
Into the cars from across the street
Enamourer to the unknown aphrodisia

Dragnet

Pursuing what could be
Divulge the grand mirage
Your music box is programmed
With perfect harmony

The mystery
A riddle even Sherlock
Could not solve
Love me
Love me not
I hear the words
Revolve

As the petals
Propel and fall

Untangle the case
Decipher and decode
I dig deep to find the bottom
Of your cryptic oracle

There’s no need to rush a
Favorable circumstance

When you are ready
I’m your anchor
I’m the bloodhound
Song and dance

Detective to your heart
Lover at first glance

Allow me to
Unravel the untold