What My Artist Says (new poem)

 

What My Artist Says

by Tim Kavi

there won't be any stopping me now

the words are flowing

the lamps are burning oil

the afterfires are burning

and it won't matter to me

because the fire is burning 

purging the blues away

no matter what time of day

what matters is the work

the flowing words that drop

like paint on a blank page

that bring a meaning I never observed

that brings happy memories

joyful sad juxtapositions of place

in the black-shrouded dropcloth

of space, there is only me in the void

can I bravely create?

no shrinking back? no holding back!

until the words are done

the colors set

destroyed by Siva

sands wiped by monk sweeps

in the morning of my next

existence, I will keep saying

words of the artist

painting painting painting painting

I don't care what you think

let me just throw paint!

damnit, help me

or get out of the way 

can't you see my tears 

are starting to flow?

to the spaces, and creases

I don't want to go

but when the work is finished

is it a work on me?

or something I needed to say

to help society?

I don't know, I just want to throw

to hurl paint

at the whispering wind

the canvas of Nature

catches it, as it is expressed

in my deepest heart!

and around the next bend

the curtain is pulled back

revealed for what the deeper 

purpose has wrought

until the sands of time

move someone else to say it again

and again, fooling transcendence

but never cheating the permanent void

there is the going, the turning

the burning nights, the glorious sights

of Her reveal, muses eternal

proclaiming what is to be read

because on Her lips it has already

been said, across the ancient skies

since time has been born

down below her hips

the birthing of all that is

in countless stories told, 

pages worn, heartbreaks torn

in the light of history's torch

frames of flickering images

burn my sand burned eyes now

tell more stories, with much 

more disguise, but still

flickering shadows reveal 

the cave wall, of artists' 

inspiration, in a great reveal

there it is! There it is!

now showing

no hiding what has been done

just the completed picture

until tomorrow's sun.

observers of the vat (new poem)

observers of the vat (new poem) by tim kavi

There are some that say

we are but entertainment

cinema to the unmasked

basked outside the canvas

universal; universe-all canvas

of brave heroes, animas untold

in foreign lands, back home

dimensional palaces

outside tesseracted resurrected

mansions in our heavenly places

where walking across sandy shores

there are beaches of smashed

human castles, as epochs fade

history unravels in realizations

of absurd meanings

speckled across homecomings

to latex manufacturing

of synthetics; plastic to be heard

perhaps minding this place

in what seems to us

a vast cosmos; we are

in a vat; other beings to see

yet creating meanings

that search for transcendence

and finding freedoms

to move up higher

yet to find 

meanings are in meetings

even other beings

a purposeful sea

so time moves us up from the vat?

what will we see?

another plane of existence

where we are partly free!

there is always the collapsing

entropy of seeming

decay; but one knows

intimately there is another way!

spoken only in shadows

of dreams and cave walls

the essence of human

spirits divinely touched

shall never fail

even if in a vat

or a cold cosmos

the heat of existence warms

itself in the love of being

loved and the discovery 

of the free!

Imagined Lines (poem)

Imagined Lines

by Tim Kavi

If One Were to Imagine

how beautiful Nature is

within and without

one would if not 

for the trappings 

of science, imagine

they are seeing

magic and beauty

at the same time.

In the Quantum New Year (new poem)

In the Quantum New Year
by Tim Kavi

the linear
exploding fading away
of time
years count for something
in creating meaning essence
of what we seek
to immortalize

but there is a timeline
of another kind
a place that seems
the geographic inspiration
of all seekers
if we could but glimpse
it's enduring surprise

for this is no Sisyphus
of disappointment
but a blinding step of faith
that beyond what is known
in the many ways to know
and choose from
is but destiny's disguise?

For some have traveled paths
less traveled, and some
many forking paths
that in the quantum
message of self defining hope
moments, each passing year
is a line we devise

only to discover
there is more richness
and happy places
that Heaven is timeless
if we but look for it
and stepped out of time
to merely recognize?

In the quantum new year
we know that time changes things
even outside it.

Seasons of Love (New Poem)

Seasons of Love
by Tim Kavi

snowflakes are the words
dropping from your lips
hanging in the cold air
your love warms
that space of Winter's kiss
burns hot like fire
verses spoken in love
never go out

your beauty
is like the dancing goddess
of spring
that brings life
your beauties revealed
like the manifest
unfurled creation of all that is
new

how can I escape the passion
and heat of your summer's love?
but I seek no shade
for your love is the sun
that rises each and every day

and like the harvest
in Autumn, the Fall
is a tended love
you know
I am but a tool
in your gardening hands
and a wipe to your brow

and in the seasons
of your love
there is a passing
and cool refreshing
as time brings us
together side by side

to the sunsets
of our love.