Splinters of Fading Time (new poem)

Splinters of Fading Time (poem)by Tim Kavi

Broken mirrors are but cosmic fractures lost

where hands once crept in space and time;

memory fragments of love losses

love of self, love of other, love of peace, love, love, love

with fascination to self visions at given points

in time; history lessons of the real

dark design 

there is only the many forking paths,

each will cost

some thing

where hope is the redemption of dancing shadows
and existing love takes us to the light
beyond appearance; there is the truth
of daylight's Platonic shine.

artist's afterthought: This poem seems to be about the passage of time and the deconstruction of time. It is also about existence and Plato's Allegory of the Cave. Love is the transcendent function. ~~TK

A Machine (new poem)

A Machine (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

a machine

a machine!

is what I am

becoming in a world

of thieves

who conspire

lie low in dark rooms

to steal only

my identity

finding no cash

but who I am

stripped of meaning

so if you define me

telling me

who or what to be;

where are my stories?

for I am fashioned

by choices

that lead to driven

conscious identities

evolving over time

morphing into community

many forking paths

resolving into

the road less traveled by?

longing to be

and to remain free

you will never take

the real me.

Obsessions Connections (New Poem)

obsessions connections 
by Tim Kavi

twisted wires
speak messages
to anonymous users
licensed
to fictional selves

twisting and turning
across the world
spreading messages
of love and hope

will the real
be known and found
or is it Plato's cave
magnified?

sometimes freedom
is just obtaining
an unrestricted IP address

and other times
it is the ability to speak freely
on the street
but there is always
a turning to a knowing
where even
in a Wintry morning

I am found
in the Yous across
the world.

Poet's Afterwords: Another poem of protest by Tim Kavi

geometry of places spun (new poem)

by creative artist Will Segerman

geometry of places spun

by Tim Kavi

above me 

lies a returning circle

recurrent again

bringing me to the traverse

same path; timelines bend

below a line

there's a place

flatter than flatland

we exist as

miracles of grace

we move our beings

through space and time

alive and glimmering

where reality as we know it

are mere markings 

for on the cave wall

are shadows dancing

in the firelight

of some grand figures tall

nothing else is seen

in the ghostly memories

of reality's soft sheen

there seems only what some

say it is

the land of dreams

and if the rest

my eyes could see

in some kiss or embrace

a devotion of the familiar

in some previously

forgotten place

so that when

the sun goes down

they tell me

tomorrow I am the same

I will not believe them

although I have the name

so that when 

they tell me, that tomorrow

whenever, however it's done

will surely advisedly

always come

let me make sure

the world is not lying

to my senses

let me touch the appearing

warping gates

in the wall's defenses

but You are not there

my hand passing through it

the implements extended

I cannot grasp them

but I know something

was there; existent

collapsing space time

offers no regret

in the death

of memorable times spent

and yet

tomorrow I do awaken

it is another place

another life

and I and everyone

are different

so very different

some said forsaken

bought and bruised

reality's wave riders

forgotten and abused

but those beliefs do fade

in freedom's choosing gliders

fallen and shaken

fallible; yet rising again

there is only You and Me

to form them

in reality's contemplation

so be careful

when you imagine what is true

for tomorrow you might discover

that it was only You.

Shadows on the Wall (Are Dancing!) New Poem - with Poet's Afterword

Shadows on the Wall 

(Are Dancing!)

by Tim Kavi

held there

transfixed

bound

like Prometheus

no ground

of being

except what they

make come to light

and seem to say

glorious images

all human truth

knowledge grows

lively in youth

blades of grass

representing as else

playing symbols

in the mind of self

representing

concentrating

only what is seen

draws nothing

in eternal sheen

I see them there

shadowed objects

some knave

trickery hands

move in light's grave

their beauty

fascinates

captivates

makes me crave

another wave

all seems right

orderly

referentially

depicted

my mind bends

to reality's

shifted

blends

crashing

crushing

oppression

false beliefs

lead to

depression

utterances

in the night

deafened ears

blinded sight

yet I crave

for what the

shadows say to me

play to me

in the cave

for all is

orderly

predictable

nice

without uncertainty's

spice

but what is

this?

but a kiss

of chaos

in the scene

something

is moving

bending

blending

is grooving

in the putrid

stench

pungent dead

air

the shadows

have started

dancing

no longer appear

to be what

they once said

freedom

is alive

in a new light

I see

something new

at the mouth

of the cave

shadows

are dancing

now

I hear?

them behind

me

moving

out of frame

no longer my

reference

can I blame

I want to

rise up and

join them

but this

body

has me chained

my Spirit

starts tapping

my soul

is clapping

as I see

what makes

the dancing

it is the

love

of you and me.

Poet's Afterword:
A reference to Plato's allegory of the cave with a Kavi mix; here,   Love is transcendent, meanwhile I am bound like all of you, waiting for someone (the Goddess?) to say:  loose him and let him go.--TK