Lost in Translation

I’m an open book
written in an ancient language
that few men understand.

But all I’m trying to say is,
“Please come take my hand.”

The Meaning of Life

You’ll just know.
You’ll just…
know.

I finally know.

Intuition
like a lightning bolt,
like a realization
at the tip of my tongue
yet light-years away
and not composed of any words at all.

Reaching out to touch it,
my chest caves in
as I cross over dimensions
and break through magnetic fields.

Crushing. Imploding. Recoiling. Resounding.

The universe aligns
and I catch a glimpse
of a worm-hole
black-hole
holy grail of light.

If you open up the sun,
life as we know it
will end.

I catch my breath.

Yes.
This is it.

Webster and His Words

Definitions are circular
and at the end of the day
a word means nothing.

A smile could say more.

A kiss,
for that matter,
could shatter the dictionary
and take us back
to Adam and Eve.

Look, I’m a wordsmith.
I love me some words.
But words are not free.

My gaze could roam
and graze the Earth
a hundred times
from shore to shore

before a word could even reach the door.

So you see,
on this page
I’m playing catch-up
in a rhythmical race
I’ll never win.

But then again,
how do you define
a win?

One-Word Self-Portrait

If there was one word
that I could use
to describe myself to you,
it would be
UNSTABLE.

This does not mean UNABLE.

It just means that I live my life
like a run-away fable,
a story that
may or may not
be untrue.

A lesson handed down
to you
on one leg
instead of two.

Because BALANCE
is overrated.
And I will not be sedated.

I will just keep stumbling
by and by
until I reach
the unfixed sky.

In the Oh!-Zone

I’m on fire!

Better stop-drop-and-roll
before this muse
loses control
and burns me to a
delectable crisp.

I’m too young
to go out like this.

Like a yellow star
suddenly turned blue,
falling fast,
making dreams come true.

All except my own.

Cuz it’s too hard to see
with a blazing sun
inside of me.

Right behind my eyes
burning through my brain.

I’m too sizzling
to be sane.

2nd Amendment, 1st Responsibility

Let’s start a revolution,
bring retribution
to the poor souls
too lost to find solution.

I say EXECUTION
to this way of life
and all the strife
we think we need
in order to fulfill our greed.

There is a system
and you’re in it
but let’s push it to the limit
to see how far
they’ll really take it
before we break it
from within.

We are the only ones,
so lift up your guns.
Even if they’re only pens.

Tongue

Be direct
with your incision
of brevity’s Precision.

Do not waste
a single sip
of Perfection’s only son.

Less is more
in Heaven’s language.

And there is only One.

Declaration of Dependence

From now on,
I will only speak in poetry.

Once I have spoken,
if you require further explanation
you must wait for the next poem.

This is the only way
I can convey
the snarled web of contradictions
that beget
my intangible truth.

So let it be witnessed,
by all who stand
before me and beside me
in this infinite universe tonight,
that I have publicly declared
my unequivocal
Poetic
Dependence.

I Am Not Opaque

There is a strange beauty
in my world of chaos.
And I have grown to realize
that I would not want it
any
other
way.

This is why I stray
from all
safe
hypocritical
havens
and bask in the glory of
dangerous
uncertain
truths.

My madness
is apparent
in the tears I cry.

Your madness
is hidden
in the words you lie.

I am translucent.
This makes me vulnerable
to those who wish ill
upon my insides.

But I can turn light
into a million different hues
as the particles diffuse
through the membrane of my skin
and create
Pablo Picassos
within.

Sometimes the colors swirl
into a sorrow so blue
I wish I never let the light in at all.

Other times
red and yellow
burn such passion onto my soul
that I think I’ve finally found—
The Answer.
I finally know!

But then the grays
cloud over my thoughts
saying
black and white
do not exist.

And I am happy
that light tortures me like this.

If my Muse were a Personal Trainer

Dear Soul,

I’m putting you on a
strict diet
of pickles and paradoxes.

Drink plenty of water to avoid:
dehydration
delusion
dementia
and the likes.

Keep away from small children.

Set your alarm clock when you wake up
every morning.

You will be a poet in no time.

Sincerely,

Peter Piper

P.S. It is best to be bare-foot
at all times.