corporate capture

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


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

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





(in our essence)



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?









if a believer

prays to a false God

[of an othered religion]

permitted but








wronged sainthood






senile syllogisms & oblivion