986 (the status of my being) (poem)

986 (the status of my being)

by Tim Kavi

sometimes it  flows

unstopped, flooding

the plains below

mountaintops of ecstatic utterances

so was my youth

words are stopped

up looking, upwards

at the springs

sources where the snow

no longer melts and

the rain no longer comes

such was my adulthood

we all have issues

I said, as the guitarist's

(self-imagined) fingers bled

bludgeoned poets on the

rocks below; shattered

pretending to be an artist

by questions that blocked

the streams where words

would flow; I've become

"the great imposter"

so I wear sunglasses

and lipstick

fucking lipstick

my anima does me proud

such I am now, confused

and bleeding, yet

98.6 the doctor said

it's nice to be normal again.

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!

mental illness (i wish it were) (poem)

mental illness (poem)by Tim Kavi

i wish it were

journeys across space 

and time; but it

isn't. I'd be happy

to find my mind.

oh, you've lost it,

some say? Lost

it? Did i ever

ever, have it?

Some say, oh

you'll be ok. Easy

for you to say.

You could have

given me a chance.

But you didn't.

The abuse, the

disregard, saw to

that. i wish it 

were. That things

were different.

Maybe they could

be. Maybe they will.

It starts with

acceptance, or with

change. will you

accept it? Things

as they are.

Maybe that's a

thought. I wish

it were. I hope

you find it 

they say.

Will you help

me? I wish

it were.

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I Looked At (new poem)

I LOOKED AT (New Poem)

by Tim Kavi

I looked at

water coming forth 

from the rocks

streaming down 

the mountainside

becoming a stream

a river

and then a mighty ocean

I looked at

the harbored life

living so small

I could not see

but still believed

becoming greater

swimming lives

across eternity's tide

I looked at

temples burning

incense in blossoms

of lovely surprise

becoming deities

in the smoke

that did arise

winged ministries fly

I looked at

my planet; hoping

for love to save it

some are sleeping

to garden it

to appreciate

Gaia's keeping

to nurture it

I looked at

starry skies

saw many suns

blinking in the night

realizing cosmic scale's

awesome humbling

powers; across the

vast cosmos

I looked at

me; and then You

saw a thunderous

glory in the meeting

of the between

You and I

face to face

in every place

where souls are greeting.

brushes on canvas; (a work is done) (poem)

brushes on canvas; (a work is done)

by Tim Kavi

canvas on fire

with rainbows

of fantastic colors

lending a dark surprise

to misbegotten eyes

across fractured time

hypnotized

as lasting songs

fed by passion's grind

cathartic desires unfurled

as dueling arrangements

juxtaposed in symbolic 

fires of mind

intertwined and hurled

tossed and thrown

gobs of paint

by artists sublime

in heartbroken rages

of mystical verses

spoken at altars

where eagles climb

as universal cosmology

points to infinite points

across starried skies

where mountains flowed

down to the seas

where purple waves

drowned in ecstatic cries.

no fast exit (poem)

no fast exit (poem)

by Tim Kavi

hey you

not so fast 

where are you going?

I have swallowed

a globe as truth

flattened earth

has left me wanting

wondering

and now, wandering

where is the man

I once was?

the international

has consumed

all that he was

writing lines

in the sand

but it's not dismal

the voice

returns like a wave

breaking across the shore

where he still exists.