Friday, June 19, 2015

Hollowness

I spent this week
taking a dip;
well.. more of a slip
into waters so cold,
in winters so cold,
brought down by
these clouds so cold.

My time down there
has been
spent finding the tribe
only to discover
that
the slip was unfortunate and,
each molecule around
only drained me
more.

The shy spent the time
searching love,
soaking lone.

And then,
I realized that
you weren't far away.
I called you
starry night
and I looked up
to catch a glimpse
of you .. My home.

But it was dark.
I was drenched dark
by the waters so dark,
in the winters so dark.
The stars were lost
and so was my starry night..
behind those clouds so dark.

~Teop

Saturday, June 6, 2015

Arts

My thoughts are complex results
of an even complex neurotransmission,
amalgamating the feeds
my brain has had
through these
insatiable senses.
So are yours.
But our waves -
they go out and
live the physics of fat books.
I think love, high, smiles and books.
Pretty artsy to say.
But then again,
science starts with imaginative art!
So,
imagine,
think awesome,
think of forces in nature,
think of love being made..

To Lei and Chris

Love, like it originated.
Like what has been told by
scriptures and tales.
A life that is a handful of togetherness
in far and spread out
fragments that one doesn't
understand.

In that little, beautiful
coffee shop,
she goes around serving
cocoa blends
and some smiles
to sweeten them.

Under that naked,
scarred and starred
endlessly vast skies,
he stood observing
and wondering -
why does it all seem like
her!

~Teop

Zara Rose

Your aroma is with me tonight.
I keep a piece
next to my pillow,
while the other
perfumes my days to come,
in my wardrobe.
Before embracing slumber
under this party of stars
I think of how
this night
is going to be and,
I envision myself
not taking a turn
away from you tonight.
I see myself evolving,
giving up on oxygen and,
breathing only the aroma
you exude.
Tonight, my mind goes still.
It flushes away the thoughts
about everything else.
Tonight, I am you.

~Teop

You Must Have Fallen From The Sky !

I just heard this being say
'You must have fallen from the sky'.
True enough, simple enough -
to feel for someone you love
like your first day of
being in love.
The extent to affectation
is minimal and,
the extent of cognition
is minimal.

Why can't it just be left
at that.
Like, love's definition, changed.
Changed to something
that, on this day,
is what one felt on that
first day !

~Teop

Erotica

A conversation
with you.
A listening me,
with an intent
to explore
your vastness.
An expressing you,
hurdled, stymied
by words
they invented,
trying to express
your vastness.
A listening you,
with an intent
to explore
my emptiness.
An expressing me,
stymied, hurdled
by words
they invented,
trying to tailor
what I
can pick up.
For I am all
but a closet poet
and my closet
is being filled
with our conversations
like these.
These conversations
are erotic.
I wish
I could
have all of them
making love
to you.

~Teop

The Human Condition is Upon Us

I don't want to
get onto that mountain top
and not be able to
think anything
significant.

I am better off
crashing on my couch
drunk as.. sea on water
and feel deeply
about this
about this
human condition
that's upon us
that's upon me.

~Teop

Found you !

Was just trying to find you,
trying to shoot out
those movie scene
with you and,
me.

Was just trying to find
the source of that
flow of harmony,
only to figure that
its in
those moments of solitude
with you and,
me.

~Teop

Magnanimity in Me

The abnormalities,
the negative adjectives
that bounce in vacuum
of my head,
the euphemisms of
struggle
to soothe my condition;
they all,
those all unacceptable, illegal,
instinctual and natural.

They all amalgamate
and flint start my first fire.
The fire of introspection.
The fire that illuminates
and lets me be the witness
to the magnanimity
of me.

~Teop

Acceptance

Lady, I love the process.
I spend the night
walking streets of downtown,
Auckland.
I perturb the colony of bees
of my thoughts
and let them buzz around,
disturbed by happening.
Worsts of me and,
bests of me
go naked in that cloud of buzz.
Lady, I contemplate my love
for strip-clubs,
I look a lost crowd of
women, gut-wrenching sexy.
And I miss you.
Not in a phoney, blank -
he-holds-her-so-tight
and-aah-i-wish-i-could-also-get-to-hold-you-tight-right-now.
It is more of wishing to
accept that these wishes are the cracks
in my whole
and I want you to see them,
acknowledge them,
try to love them
and hold me.
Because,
I know that
only you can.
I love this process
of thinking of my vices,
my cracks
and then thinking
that the comfort lies in
confession and acceptance.
You, my love, accept me.

~Teop

It Doesn't Work

Trying to figure
the remedy
the cure
the panacea.
All my life
I have
given and received
a 'to do' list
to work with
when sad, upset or depressed.

It doesn't work.
It doesn't fuckin work.

~Teop