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The Conqueror

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Conqueror

 

 

 

 

She is the conqueror..
—a girl from the
Spanish conquest

 

As if dawning like
the sky, —instead of
conquering, she got
conquered

 

Indeed, ingenue and young,
If only we all knew
Carl Jung

 

Never faulted in our

fault-finding sphere,
the casuists called
her dear

 

Fragility of the heart,
too insurmountable
to be broken by concrete blocks
—that some called art

 

Hell no! (Millennials disagree!)
We are all just suffering

from anomie!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This particular poem is dedicated to a co-worker of mine.. in my third (current) part-time job in the US.

—fading fast (indecisively left untitled, previously)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

—fading fast

 

 


 

sleep on
the things
that matter


having no cares
about the world
like the otter



this is how he
studies the marshes
and rainforests
unbothered




like too many
diktats leaving
them smothered





that's how i
clean forget
subconscious past






by being in the
present, i have
judged the last







that's how it
always goes
jibed or othered

 





 

 

transcendence


(in our essence)

 








spirituality










fading fast

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

untitled (true music)

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

untitled (former working title: true music)

 

 

 

 

as if one have
all the value judgements

in this—

 

tribulation period,

 

 

if only wind
instruments were
invented to share
a message, —

 

would souls
truly speak
in the present moment?

 

 

time & its insignificance

 

 

 

 

like metanoia
—a paradigm shift—
suddenly, anxiety
changing one's drift

 

 

 

 

from kabbalah
to phonetics
linguistics, semantics
hermeneutics of the Torah

 

from ancient

to the renaissance

what more can
one presage?

 

 

 

neither—

 

 

 

 

if a believer

prays to a false God

[of an othered religion]

permitted but

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

wronged sainthood

 

 

 

 

 

senile syllogisms & oblivion