Poetry to Kali

kali - 18.02.20

the past i cannot speak on, for i do not remember,

and speaking on the future is like waiting on an ember

as the fire is still burning in the open space.

taking time out of the equation, let me set the pace,

but this is not a race; it is a marathon.

let me invade these shallow waters with a parrot on

my shoulder as i hold her tight and lose the right muse.

any abuse and i will cut you lose like kali does.

kali does what kali will do.

let's gift the women with the will to

change the world to see some changes like never before,

because you'll never see a woman start a war.

kali yuga - 20.02.20

the mother of conception

knows what playful interception is.

bliss is what the kiss of death is laced with.

the place with many kali worshipers

is dangerous; the danger is

a mirrored and reflected truth.

when in the booth, the sinful youth sins not

for there are no sins; i forgot

to mention that dimensions that

i speak on tend to weaken when ignored;

they long tremendously to be adored.

i can't afford to swim amid the ocean of ill suffering;

its uttering is cluttering my mind,

and all that i can find's excuses

but no uses for these useless things.

this brings me to ruminate on rumination;

the sensation of no patience for the past

and its demise. the current moment is no lies;

it is a metaphor for ever, but it's never

certain that the curtain's lifted,

for the veil has not yet shifted;

sorrow drifted away but rumination remained;

it stained me and drained me,

but now i welcome kali to destroy me;

annoy me and abort my intuition,

for fruition is initially intentional

but then turns into nothing;

a hard to explain thing,

for no word can bring; condense it all into the now,

and so we use the non-existent past to speak on

its delusion as it deludes us in the now,

in which we are never present.

kali's balloon - 20.02.20

the red balloon was kali laughing

at my sorrows photographing

every bit of blue that she

sucked right out of depths of me;

wise she is, and now i wonder

just what kind of drug i’m under

every time i fall in love;

there is beauty in a dove,

but its flight leaves scars and aching.

this destruction is partaking

in my rebirth and my death.

next in line must be a breath

worthy of advancing my

journey here way past the sky.

it’s here now, but are you too?

the red balloon, i’m thanking you

for each feeling, lesson taught,

and for never you forgot

to detail how much you care

not about my love and stare.

kali - 22.02.20

assalamualaikum,

i invite my thoughts just to isolate them,

for my mind rots not when i’m in thought.

sometimes i feel like a robot,

but the thought of nothingness

is something this mind knows a lot of,

and i’ve been through a lot of things,

but nothing brings me closer to love.

this is something i have been fighting with

for a decade now.

think i need to vacate now,

or i’m in need of an AK; pow!

kill off all inhabitants; habits of rabbits.

evidence in nothingness is blissful,

but in this full cup there’s no room for tea.

forty days in a coma; while i’m out,

fill me up with the aroma

of flowers; hours are passing by,

and i’m asking why this

has to be this way:

is it okay to be an array of hues?

day 1 - 26.03.20

kali, what a scene.

could this be the end of things, or can we intervene

with this mass hysteria and steer the ship ashore?

how are we to tolerate a state behind a war?

it's a war, there is no doubt, but who's the enemy i'm asking.

cover-up the spillage of the blood and continue the masking

of the nation. the duration of this isolation period is unknown, period.

it's the end of all discussion.

my kali yuga - 06.04.20

this here was the kali yuga i lived through;

i sieved through many dark places of my heart;

if i’m to start to live fully, i will need a newly written plan;

i’m a man, and if i ran before the day was over,

twice i would be dead sober.

nowhere in this eerie predicament

will you find a ligament belonging to me;

i’m finally free.

kali - 26.08.20

kali watches over you with a sword

that is a smile of her own accord.

the bliss a glance at her brings about

is difficult to bare.

kali kills off illusions with a mere stare.

she evokes in you silence and pulls you into the now;

destruction on her part is necessary, so do allow

the all to weave in and out of her poetic fingers.

change is imminent; here, nothing truly lingers.

here we are, always in the very same here.

if you drop the past and future, mind will disappear,

but you also might lose hold of what the present brings.

if that happens, remain still as the all sings.

sand castles - 26.08.20

castles of sand are the things we all build.

life and the crashing waves form a guild;

destined to wash away the morrow,

each wave weakens our sorrow.

kali dances on the scene;

why are you always so keen

on adjusting things and being

in control of life? so freeing

letting go is, so let go.

embracing blue as you take everything - 29.08.20

take everything; oh mother, i

feel everything here wither; i

don't understand but know you do.

embracing you; embracing blue.

the all is the mundane worshipped in the now;

everything is pain, but if you just allow

mahakali to take everything from you,

you will learn how to truly embrace blue.

a cup of devotion - 29.09.20

go light that cigarette that hangs out of your mouth.

trying to forget that everything is going south

is futile if you worship

the very reason why your ship

sinks to the bottom of the ocean.

here’s a cup of devotion.

sing the name;

let kali take it all away.