Obscurity (new poem)

 

Obscurity (new poem)
by Tim Kavi

a message in a bottle

swam the darkened sea

landed on a sandy shore

the contents therein

hopelessly dated

a voice, daring to speak

in a galaxy of voices

an atom sparked in a shell

uncertainty making

no exact measurements possible

yet I shall speak

I shall still dare to exist

making choices no others can make,

quaking in fear, daring to utter

but only fading

how much does obscurity

diminish what the artist says,

screeching like a bat out of hell,

pronouncing like an angel,

scrolls of holy writ,

will there be no hearers?

will there be no readers?

yet I speak, are my words not worthy?

paragraphs, but only monologue?

I want dialogue!

So, I pray draw closer

as my voice withers with whispers

my throat is parched,

I long  for the smooth drinking

of words uttered "well" enough

prose that gets your attention

you dare to deem it so worthy?

based only on who or what you think?

of who I am, or what I have said,

but we are completely only human,

transfixed and far apart,

knowing now, that our lives

are so valuable, wanting meaning

to be seen again, we search

for one another (post-pandemic)

let us turn to the Other,

speaking gentle words of esteem

even kindness and affinity

for all others, we come with

sure words of a brave love.

I only hope we hear, we read,

we esteem each other!

speech acts of sincere meaning

lost in nighttime's dark scheming,

longing for the light,

we can find each other

we can build again

darkened corners of unlit

cityscapes, reduced to rubble

avoiding death, and other trouble,

we will dance again

you shall see in the light

shaking the dust off

we will go to school again

and enjoy the fruits of our labors,

the happiness of each other

finding that obscurity 

was only an illusion

a feigned sense of all that was

into the unmistakable joy of what is.

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.

Jungles of Love (New Poem)

Jungles of  Love

by Tim Kavi

burning fire

on my lips

utterances of urgency

I know not what I am saying

my clothes

are torn

all is madness

in the gathering clouds

a storm is coming

death rides it

a horse

of war and pestilence

human made

or not

my stomach

has consumed

an unsweet arsenic roll

ecstatic trances

I have forgotten

the romances

with all this world

has to offer

I starve except

waiting for you

there is no word

except this

turn the ground

break it up

plow the seeds of love

and be not late

for it is planting time

in the fields of the world

break up your heart's

fallow ground

who am I?

no one

but everyone

who fears love has been

lost to the world

someone with a voice 

who longs for love 

to grow again

into a great garden

into a mighty forest

further along it's river

basins, to become

a jungle again

overpowering

overgrowth of human

and agape love

melting

flowing

back from the gardens

feeding the world

so how can I be silent?

oh but to only humbly speak

you dislike me?

I am become unpopular?

Laughing

I look into your face

and say I care not

a just love

lights my face

if you care only for money

or even for bread

there is yet a richness

a food of plenty

that ignores you

and my skeletal body

adores

only to be an instrument

of love

no more thundering voice

only for a just cause

the gardens of love

growing again in the world

please tell me

you will do your part

lest I die

of a broken heart.

Photo Credit: Parrots Jungle Love by Drinka Mercep

The Burning Word (New Poem)

The Burning Word
by Tim Kavi

when in my innocence
I lingered at your feet
sought your face
that was covered still
at the shame you saw in the world

Oh, crying Mother
you weep for your children
I saw your tears drop to the Earth
it waters the dry lands of many
men's hearts

while their weapons of war
they make
they know not you wait
for their turning to a better way
but will it come in time?

Your tears fall
and I know you long to gather them
but they will not

Crying in the wilderness
my tears run after yours
I am but a man who needs
your love's redemption
to tell his true story
is to utter the burning word

I want to lift my voice
and yell
at the outrage of your tears
I want to say O Mother
fill my mouth
with your words
may they cut down this hell

I want to stay here
and just be held from you
but you are telling me
no, calling me
gently prodding me
to tell all that live
in this special place

to turn to the Other
the transcendent
the Divine You
and to know the ways

the ways of love
the paths of certain forgiveness
and the joys of communion

and I must go back
from the mountain of meeting
with you

and learn
for You are written
on every compassionate woman's face
who walks in grace
who is also redeemed by your
very Nature

in all the villages
and hamlets
in all the slums
in all the towns
and the urban pathos
of sought for meaning
in the stinking greed
and corruption
that takes from the poor
their sustainance

your waiting Arms reach for!

may we listen to you
walk with each other
and love and be loved
before it is too late.

Burning Words (new Poem)

Burning Words

by Tim Kavi

burning words

drunken debauchery

filled the course of the wild

wood

where damsels wept

looking for love

minstrels played

poets spoke

but there was

for comedians

no joke

a shivering wind

ice storm of shit

hearts had grown cold

there was only a wee

chance of hope

and it seemed to be

getting old

somehow

creeping through the fog

there was yet

a great reckoning

a call to meeting

for the purposed

onslaught

to see each other

and love

what time

had forgot

but with the burning

word

the rebuke was square

let person to person

become heart to heart

secrets made bare

then they will

say God was among us

and let us pray

until the strength

of humanity's rebirth

brought them

to a return of

Sacred Earth

but then and only then

when hearts sow love

and community

is the crop

then there is

blessing in every drop

away from this

existential slop.

poet's note: a different kind of poem, hearkens to yesteryear.

a return to the madness of the prophet. --TK

Departing Winds (new poem)

Departing Winds

by Tim Kavi

departing winds

carry the silent sounds

of captured stories

in the gliding winds

as eagle's wings

are spread

I wont tell their secrets

but will respect

the dead memories

that can no longer hurt

them

as they suffered

in their own mind's truth

what a wasted youth

of their seeking

shattered young ones

battered old ones too

beneath my flight

was the wasteland

of unconscious night

made present

in their sighing

the eagle lit

with healing branches

in its beak

if I could only speak

knowing there is sorrow

but flying

I will go and come back

the eagle

says

to heal more of you

tomorrow.

Heal Each Other (New poem)

he"Heal Each Other"
by Tim Kavi

and in the gleam of the madness eye
there is a long table
of eternal recurrence
that has no end
and no soulful sleeping

for the Earth has shook

but even there
is a between
transfixed
as I see my suffering
brother
friend
mother

Gaia
knows no earthlike song

in the collapsing
chaos
of poisoned
darkened
earth

where nothing
grows
but the distaste for
each other

such bitter
seed
nothing can grow
from it

until
they bind
each other's
wounds

her love
her creation and I
heal each other

before it is too late.

At such a time as this (new poem)

At such a time as this
by Tim Kavi

wherein sweet music
once made
fools dance in the street
under the light of moon
and approaching warships

revolution
made bare the teeth
as aggression
fed massive
throngs of loyalists

singing
songs of blatant
parties of destructive
chasing demon guards
looking for exorcists

at such times as this

when even
the dancing stopped
your dancing
was divine

a goddess there

ethereal dreamy sheen
when I pulled back your veil

the face of my
goddess wife
was seen

and I knew
in times of war
and fighting
that love was
always at home
in her arms
and eyes
and heart
looking back at me.