12 Poems from 2019

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