Yuugen(幽玄) — an awareness of the universe that triggers an emotional response too deep for words.
Cartoonish caricatures of fishies are
floundering in my periphery
while my clone lies sprawled under
scrutinizing starlights.
She’s writhing,
pining.
O my love,
what did I just do to you
in those milliseconds, grains of
an existential high
infecting the air?
I’d nurse you
Like a mother and her squalling child.
But I’ll send another
in my midst,
nary knowing that
the one who watches over you
like God and his Book of Life
is me.
One glimpse
and I want to
stroke your face
up and out,
round and about,
like the masseur at the spa.
Cup your face against my palm
and I’ll trace your veins as they
lead to your heart —
but maybe I’ll contend with
ticking you on the underarms
instead.
*
Is it wrong that I want to
entwine my body around yours
till you’re close
close
close
to my core,
to the soul hidden beneath my soul
and our pulses beat as one
and I can just maybe,
perhaps…
breathe you in?
*
Please cradle me
so I can snuggle my ear to your chest
and hear an lively ocean
surging inside,
and I’ll know you’re real
when I fall asleep
and all my realities become a dream
as your body beside me fills my lungs
with your scent.
Remember butterfly kisses? The ones where
we’re so close our eyelashes
are touching?
They’re now goldfish nips
because now I’ll cover your face
with sloppy, open-mouthed kisses.
*
Maybe one night
under the covenant of
a balmy evening
I’ll introduce you to the star-struck sky
because it’s always watching.
I’ll kiss your nose
so that my blessing will extend
down to the tips of your toes.
And while your breath is still fresh on mine
I’ll trace your lips
so that with mine, I’ll imprint onto you
my fiercest declaration:
you belong to me,
and I
to you.
The numb love
gushes through my veins,
grasps the arms
in a death grip and
extends into the elbow and
through the shoulders,
surpassing the naked blade
in a delicious furor and
entwines itself
around the sinews of my heart.
I am brimming with you.
One climatic squeeze of my centerpiece
and…!
Might revise later.
I would like to suck out your soul and meld it with mine
so that neither of us ever have to say “die” again.
I’ve followed where your footsteps graced the ground,
Where your pulsating spirit once permeated an entire landscape;
All I do is tune in to the ghost of a sound
And I can finally escape…
*
Are you okay…?
Are you aware?
*
Tap into my remnants, into the folds of my brains
And you, are you staring at the same moon?
Anon, the day the visions start to wane
Is the day I can finally see you soon.
***
Does your existence mean anything to me anymore?
I trudged around the block
Sighing,
Heaving,
Cursing,
Unbelieving —
Even though I deserved it.
Pandora’s Box, if you will,
Infected my dreams and shining hopes.
There she was in the Land of Ago
Another time,
Another place,
Another whisk,
Another space —
Intermingling with mine.
Cold stiff grace the pavement before me
Like the purgatory that raged inside,
A loop of despair that tugged at
My thoughts,
My dreams,
Ones that were bursting
At the seams —
I was hung in my own existential limbo.
Never mind that first impression don’t exist;
I only know what I know when I am
Watching,
Reaping,
Seething,
And finally weeping —
Because finally, your being became my downfall.
But one hour to the next — I am revived once more.
I deciphered your core, for you complete me;
Till our ends meet I’ll keep
Wondering,
Teeming,
Dancing,
Dreaming —
For humble fate calls me to heave hard, and lay low.
The nice thing about poems is that there’s no wrong or right way to write one You just do. Meanwhile, I wrote this poem almost as though a sensation called “automatic writing” came over me.
What’s this one about? Hmmm. How do I tell you this…it’s pretty speculative. Wishful, I daresay. And the piano can be a metaphor, I realized…
*****
I saw you in the piano room today
I saw,
I saw,
How your concerto was only child’s play
The keys mourned the end of a summer breeze
Such longing! I thought the night-stilled air would freeze
Meanwhile you were lost in a soliloquy
I just lay there and felt your eternal sigh
*
I’d be the gem to your forte
I wish,
I wish,
In those same little notes that swept my breath away
You said the time, while it lasted, was a bliss
What, no parting kiss?
I’ll hear of you again, if the future’d entail
For Anthony Greninger lingers on in your trail…
Ah — one of my favorite poems that I’ve written.
***
I don’t know why
From mere memories of you my world
would always reek
I don’t know why
I cling to the crease of your smile against
My teary cheek
Why is my bubble of burning effervescence
Built upon your imaginary presence
Nothing to hide, yet nothing to show
*
I don’t know why, then
My degrees of heartaches become a-tenfold
I don’t know why, then
Your beating pulse against mine turns cold
This feeble string of fervor I cast between us
Succulent, but superfluous
Only to be ruptured with a savage blow.
*
And so, I ask:
Why you?
I just had to finish this poem today. But then, I just had to procrastinate from homework at the same time, you get me?
*****
I may not have much
But I have a world of love
Much I have naught
But I have this tenet to prove
That my heart holds a breadth
Ne’er short of inner wealth
That the shine that wealth prolonged
Will give me you, to whom I always belonged
*
I’ll give you my world
For the moon is waning and unfit
Walk you through a balmy standstill of a night
Adiemus — can you hear It?
I’ll give you a song of my feeling’s worth
One you’d never know or miss
Your aura makes me replete
Stand still — I’ll blow you a kiss!
*
I’ll give you the scenery, for it sings of you
To which it triggered senseless hope
That I’m here for your love
But to what scope?
I’ll give you my state of mind
For I’m scared, but otherwise my mind is one infernal
I’ll give you my soul
Old as time, fiery as life eternal
My family and I were driving to the midnight Easter service. On the way, I got bored, so I listened to Resonance by HOME, a song that belongs to a subgenre of music called Vaporwave. It really succeeded in reflecting the feelings I had inside. Happiness in looking forward to this celebration, but also unexplained anticipation. Maybe a little nervousness and excitement. All of that, or the nostalgic vibes the song gave out, was what gave me the idea for this poem. Now the night before Easter will never be the same again.
Bottom line, Resonance by HOME makes any experience memorable as long as you’re listening to the song in that moment. That’s the brilliance of HOME.
*****
A wistful vagueness presides over my aura
The night was clearer than ever
Now wasn’t the time,
Now I was headed to a service sublime
But do I regret these impressions viewed from my window?
Never
*
This ‘ere song from a vintage past
It crooned of simpler days,
It blasted my hopes into the freezing air
Carried me back to a time that wasn’t there
And I couldn’t help answer with a melancholic gaze
*****
Here it is, by the way: HOME – Resonance
Now I have a challenge for you: listen to the song while doing something (Homework, cruising on the streets, daydreaming etc.) Did it make what you were doing more memorable? Enjoyable? Tell me in the comments how it made you feel! Really dig into it!
