Space and Time (moments we exist in) (new poem)

 

Space and Time (moments we exist in)

by Tim Kavi

it was in

that I first noticed out

the startling recognition

of the face that was not mine

it was You

but was it You

my mother?

or the harsh blows

of existence?

the wind tousled

my hair at birth

a cosmic wind

of unfulfilled purpose

and shaken perceptions

the birth

of all that is

unconscious meanderings

made manifest

in dialogical pleadings

of wondering

wandering minstrels

playing something

that moves in and out

on cave walls of shadows

unknown objects

in this space and time

my unconscious

is not found in space

but in art full sayings sublime?

there is the way made

plain, but overgrown paths

to mountains of ecstatic

loss; of self and mind

brought back from the abyss

where some have tried to hurt

and plagues bury us

in the earthy dirt

there it is You (my love)

again, You and I

I and You

your ideas changed

me and my world

into colors on a canvas

images on a flickering screen

words upon a page

hate transcended by love

for any and all to see

ideas transmitted

forms and will

energized noumena

dialectical moments

expressed upon my time

across the fleeting

historical space

(I again find your tesseracted face).

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!

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