Colca kismet

Colca kismet

Andes construct
The landscape
Of my dreams.
Imprinted in my
Soul’s memory
Carvings on
The stone of destiny
Markings of an
Everlasting journey.

Spirit awoken
From slumber
Like
Gentle
Rolling
Thunder.
Released from
The cacophony
Of a disassociated self.

Clarity of consciousness
Like
Constellations
Painted on clear skies
And the
Crescent moon Nearby.

Hundreds of
rock offerings
Lead to
Magisterial mountains
Recounting the
Spinning of the
Threads of
The map inside our
Heads.

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A message

A message

Fabricated reality

muted dreams

mouth sewed with

black thread

so caught up in routine

you’re dead

Doubt the assassin

Capped potential

in the masses

Talent transcends

social classes.

Take ownership

break the social

script

because life goes by

too quick

just flow with it

Chase your destiny

defeat monotony

fulfill your purpose

be a whole person

awaken

in this life

not the next

breathe

give it your best.

Maktub

Maktub

It starts with a word

A whisper from the soul

Threads phrases into lines

That sometimes rhyme

 

Dreams and reality converge

On the page, poet’s canvas

For word play. Designing

Immortality’s stage

 

Fulfill stardust destiny

Of spreading art from

Sea to sea. Can’t stop

Words keep coming to me

 

Giving new eyes

From which to see

This lens pushes

My pen

 

Looking around

Haikus, tankas, odes

And verse all waiting

To be found

 

 

Transcribing the ordinary

To images and sound

Understanding simplicity

Is profound

 

Studying the greats

Neruda, Storni, y Marti

Their verses hold the

Key of poetic divinity

 

Reading, writing, reciting

Writing, reciting, reading

Reciting, reading, writing

Blissful insanity

 

And so line by line

I’m going to take this

World, and make it

mine