Versatile
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of God The Most Beneficent the Most Merciful)
Versatile verses
Vibrate vividly
Vivifying various
Vessels
Exceptional excerpts
Electrify Every
Entity entirely
Ridiculously righteous
Rectifying Replies
Respond requisitely
Serendipitous soliloquies
Shatter subhuman
Stoop shamans
Actuating All
Alliterations
Abolishing assholes
Terribly triumphant
Tough
Tenacious Thoth
Testify truly
I Integrate
Intelligent idioms
Instigating incredible
Intelligence inside
Large loquacious
Lexicon
Lambasting language
Lollapalooza
Enter eloquent
Examples
Exquisite energy
Eradicating enemies
Efficiently
Prolific Fruit
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of God, the Most Beneficent, the Most Merciful)
Sun powered
Kissed by fire
Water's desire
Earth grounded
Wind Sustained
Amidst green leaves
I release my name
Seed contains
Past, Present, Future
All of Time, in frame
A blueprint, plan
Chemical design
Construction
Elemental DNA
One of Great God's
Thoughts Engraved
Fruit bearing tree
Prolific prose
Branching free
Amidst the leaves
Wondrous delectable
Peaches, Plums, and Pears
Exceptional
Oranges and Apples,
Fresh taste,
Crisp Nutritious
Vital fluids
So Delicious
Bleeding Reds
Flaming Oranges
Bright Yellows
Verdant Greens
Children Indigos
Beatific Blues
Majestic Violets
Scene Serene
Spectacular Spectrum
LightBeam Dream
The wind whispers
Secrets, into
Cores
And hanging ripe
Fall inside
you and yours
If a word of mine
could
nourish all mankind
Would it be a fruit
of mind?
Or useless, fall
in sands of
time
A bitter pit,
hid in sh*t
Fertilized, until
Some passersby
Should find
the nerves to
take a bite
And therein taste
All they sought
in sudden haste
Engulf their tongues
with sweetest
fate
And in that second
souls would elevate
One more level
close to God
In rapturous enjoyment
odd
If my word could be a fruit
Would it be tart, and sweet
and Filled with juice?
Could it spread across
the land
Transport in heart,
and head, and hand?
Would I wish it May
before the Winter Winds
Dismay
Lay ruin all the plans
I've made
To spread my seed
So branching trees
could do the same
Until the end of hidden time
Until the end of rhythmic rhymes
Until the end of cyclic signs
I stand, hear baring truth
I stand here bearing fruit
Gladiator Pt. 1 (Battle)
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of God, Most Beneficent, Most Merciful)
Imperious in countenance, dominant in strength
My pen bends the minds of 1,000 men
Words connect like uppercuts to the chin
Slicing necks in half before death begins
Foes grab their throats, gasp
and utter guttural
While I bust gladiatorial paragraphs
making men utter their
last
Bloody resounding acts
Couldn't counter with a
muddy and pounding axe
That's just facts
They dwell in fairtytales
So I bury them within levels
of mounting hells
They're soft and frail
I'm made of steels
Created by scientists
In Middle Eastern jails
Progeny of David's skills
Within blazing guilds
Building Ancient Mail
Tolkien named mithrail
It's not a token of
myth it's real
Enter the gauntlet
open challenge
To any man that wanna
get bombed and damaged
To Lie upon the brink of death
think, and shrink
towards the razor's edge
While sledge hammers
Keep coming for your head
Feel the power, coward
You'll never enter Valhalla
With a maladjusted heart
Making you part, and parcel
to powder
Wow, now you're
Pushing up flowers
Personal prowess
is that of a leopard
mixed with lion
The talons of an eagle
Flying, covered in Iron
Tongues of flame firing
but Wise, never a tyrant
(TO BE CONTINUED i.A)
Moments of Brilliance
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
Bright reflections off a dew covered leaf
Raindrops at night making sound while asleep
The taste of coffee mixed with french vanilla
Cool blades of grass beneath my heels, ah
Running fast, lungs pumping adrenaline
Waking fresh, no need for Excedrin
Moist kiss from beloved
Drowning in grace smothered
Conversations sparking eclectic
Ecstatic communion electric
Socratic dialogues understood
The feel of burnished wood
Scientific concepts grasped
Calculated Math
A movie's layers unraveled
Philosophical mind travel
The smell of lavender
Deciphered patterns
The sound of Justice's gavel
A loving artist's stroke
Musical symphonies
Embraced hope
A Poem well writ
Capturing
Brilliant moments
Well Lit
El Poema Nueve #9
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
En el nombre de Dios, el Clemente, el Misericordioso
El poema nueve, novo, nuevo, nada como un pez/
El huevo de mis ideas nace al sol brillante imitando lo
El color amarillo, lo uso como Van Gogh
en sus retratos
De estrellas estrenando una nueva percepcion
Mezclada como el mestizo
Tintado con el honor de el pintor
Sangriente las palabras se escapan de mi ser
Uyando y buscando lo profundo de los otros seres
Para ser unidos como un matrimonio en ideas
Resonando como el pulso de mi corazon
El ritmo es anciano repetido
Es tejido de mis padres
Rompe fronteras como el deluvio de un rio
Que no conoce sus limites
Y aun se escapa y se ahoga en la tierra
Para que cresca frutas nuevas
Este es el poema nueve
Alien Hieroglyphics
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of God, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
I write in alien hieroglyphics depicted from a higher tablet/
then translate to a lower vibrate so you can understand it/
I'm nothing if not gracious, spacious like what's between the constellations
Vibrations,
Words are vivacious/
Symmetrical with five faces/
We travel inward interstellar to reach perpendicular stations/
Agressive accapella / Powerful parabels Unparalleled/ within Alphabetical Aerials/
My sword of light parries well/ You heard the tale of Excalibur, swell/
Sword from the star decapitates all challengers, knell/ Ring the funeral bell/
Supernova pen pressure, casanova sword lecture/ I type with a grip to ignite flint /
Then recite through the mic and excite men/
Gestation
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
E.very L.etter E.xudes meaning
Spermatozoon inside semen
Information from the ovum
Information from the scrotum
Exchanged catalyst ex-plo-sion
Fireworks through spectrum's potion
This notion of poetics is creation
Bisociative association
Neuronal incantations
Hormonal vibrations
Excitations, palpitations
Reverberations of the heart
Flow through mine
Into your spine
To take part in
Revelations of a spark
Bringing light into the dark
The incubation
Period of thought
Gestation
Takes three trimesters
But it's impact
Is eternal
Doves Drowning Krake
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
Poetical inception is deep like bisociative dreaming
Forever Fluidly interweaving
Modes of thought
Like birds swimming
On a reflective lake
As below so above
Doves drowning Krake
Subconscious state
Mirror images in a
Parallel Vision
Impels me to break through
This physical prison
So I could let my spirit glisten
I hear it hissing
Under stress like pounds
Of explosive rounds of
Nitroglycerin
Exposing Poetical Exhibition
Like the statue hidden in the rock
Of Michelangelo
I hew it to an impressive detail
Lifelike to the point that it's staring
At you
Ready for retail
This poetical statue
Has the power to grab you
I give it a sword, my lord
Now it has the power to stab you
Merciless and deadly words are
Herselike
To put you in a predicament that's
Hursite
Quite hairy
My verses curb light
Quite scary
Like the design of spacetime
Under the pressure of a black hole
You won't tarry
Too far from the death of an imploded star
Death is the beginning so we'll see how close we are
Inheritor(s) of conformity(ies)
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
Gaudy, f*(#IN* gaudy
How do I tap into pure meaning
So as to show the real?
$o many $creen$ and ma$$ appeal
Have dulled our senses
So that a few rhymes
Capture minds
Holding them hostage to brands
Brand yourself
Brand me
Put me in a box
And poke me
Until whatever left of humanity I had
Is understood to be contained
Within a simple picture frame
There is no more Mystery
You know me
And
I know you
You are me
And
I am you
Inheritor(s) of conformity(ies)
Great King of Flame
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
I know that I am most alive
When I decide to type these lines
My truest self is in my dreams
The self I am when I awake
It seems
Is mere reflected state
A hero traverses universes
Melting into suns
Engulfed by flames
Powered up, lying amongst stars
That is my name
The passive temporary man
The one to whom my anger's aimed
Psychically tortured
With soul that's maimed
Perhaps I should take pity on
His course is almost done
The real one that melts in sun
Has come to claim his reign
The man of dust, desire
Will soon consume in fire
He should aside retire
To let great king of flame
Come in and take the reigns
Background Roar
Bismillah Ar Rahman Ar Raheem
(In the name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
It is a terrifying thing to be awake
Every second alive to its potential
Is a second more to watch it die
As we lay idly by
The undercurrent sound of the Universe
A background hum
Teasing the sonambulant
Those who scatter by never perceive it
Save in some reflective midnight wake
Which is quickly brushed aside by
women wine
For women of course men
The lion soul asleep in den
The background roar of the universe
Becomes a chant whispering
I am slipping by
The present, the only time you have
To do and say everything that you
Are supposed to do
Supposed to do?
Where is the personal guidebook?
A draught to move these weary moods
To action?
My soul is sick or better yet
On the cusp of inspiration
I must die first to be reborn
So why so much hesitation?
This sensation of being alive
Uncomfortable in my own skin
Feeling itchy sweaty sore
The brain feels depleted
Every book an endless tome
My work is never done
Nothing is ever good enough
Perfection is a myth
Yet how is it that works were made
The immense confidence of an artist to say
Here it is! My work is finished!
Finished?
Finished implies completion.
Completion implies perfection
And nothing in this dust bowl is perfect
Empires fade and a New Ozymandias is born next day
Only to relive the same fate
Are we just characters playing out tired roles?
Repetitive roles to be repeated until the end of time
They say time is an illusion
The magician is change
As I lay in my bed I realize that writing these feelings helps in understanding this eternal sadness, melancholy
Sure I joke and jest and carry on as if I am enjoying myself and sometimes I fool even myself
But how can I be enjoying the torture of being alive?
Is every happy woman/man a masochist?
To know that sickness, old age, and death await us all
To know that we don't know what lies beyond the curtain of tomorrow
To know that there will be pain and sorrow
And no surcease, that even in sleep one has to look forward to nightmares
That life isn't fair and that sometimes the best of men are beaten by less noble foes
The indiscriminate bombings
The hate filled faces
The centuries old anger
The lying politicians
The conformity police
The ridiculers and the mockers
That a person can not even take a picture
Without some nitwit having issues or poking fun
They say I am an angry man
Perhaps, but it wasn't always so
If they knew my delight at being away from them
They would be like me
A 32 year old recluse
Weary with the world
Ready to emulate
The Background Roar
Complex Paradox (Mankind)
Bismillah Ar-Rahman Ar-Raheem
(In the Name of Allah, Most Gracious, Most Merciful)
I am the calm sea
Teeming with energy
Seen microscopically
Paradoxical balance
Defying rigid rules
I grow, stabilize, grow
Expanding horizons
Caged Conformity
Suffocates Spirit
I am the fire
Appearing brightly
Through the darkness
Swimming through existence
As a ripple in spacetime
Complex Paradox
I am proof of the humor
And ingenuity of God
My thoughts ignite
Civilizations
Yet I am a defecating
Creature
Weak in the flesh
Strong in Spirit
I have penetrated Earthly
Phenomena to suit my needs
Organized a vast web
Of communication
Split the very structure of matter
Releasing unseen energy
Yet I have not reached the
Answer to break free of
The prison of my flesh
The prison of mortality
Perhaps in death
Lies the answer
To be greeted by
The smiling face of God
I have unearthed the wisdom
Of the temporality of existence
A glaring jewel which mocks
My perception everywhere I gaze
This holographic flux is enough
To drive a man into the desert
To search among the footsteps
Of the prophets for golden dust
A light unseen leading to
Palaces of Peaceful repose
Contentment and Serenity
Copyright by Jimmy Eleazar Vargas De Sanchez