Dear Sol ☀️

You and I both know,
That this, by far, is not my first farewell.
I like to think that I’m a man of my promise..
Turns out that certain promises..
I struggle to keep all that well.

For those reasons,
I must endeavor now
to cut off …

I suppose it is eventually inevitable
for a poet to run out of novel ways
of squeezing beauty
out of their pains.
Sooner or later.. we all bleed ourselves dry.
Even the deepest weeping sorrow finds its end
once we’ve run out of tears with which to cry.

Once …

good people.. this one is gonna be one doozy of a post.

as you may have already gathered from the quantity and quality of my activity on insta lately.. stuff has been happening in my life. the “events” that “transpired” (mostly in my overactive imagination) within the last 2-3 months …

Sol..
thou exuberant star..
what would be thy happiness..
if thou hadst not those..
for whom thou shineth?
and what would be
thy beauty and thy brilliance..
if thou hadst not those..
whom thy heavenly radiance
blindeth?

The End.

oh sweet and gentle choo choo train
why won’t you take me
far far far away from here
I had my share of Sol’s sweet sunshine
yeah I had my humble sample
of the ocean’s gentle breeze
and all I long for anymore
is for your sweet …

Deep within the caves of lonesome underworld
This hermit was condemned to dwell.
Is it night or day upon the surface?
This hermit can no longer tell.

Though Sol was his unlucky star,
A disastrum that left him blinded,
His myocardium is strong enough by now
To leave it all …

What lies within the liminal space
Between heaven and hell?
A sanctuary or a purgatory?
A sweet and bitter memory?
Or a memento mori?
Depends on the observer..
Depends upon the eye of the beholder.
One thing is certain..
In-between lies time.
The trickling of sand
Between our first hello …

Every belief is a leap of faith,
But not all leaps of faith are equal..
For a belief is not a specter.
It is not a wraith.
It is a choice we make.
It is a weight.

And is not love..
The heaviest choice of all.
To weigh one’s …

a lonesome journey,
the hermit’s odyssey,
towards a reconciliation
of all his paradoxes
and theodicies.

travelled he hath across the land..
across a tundra’s permafrost,
across a desert’s sand,
and sailed he hath across a many stormy sea.
many a god and devil on the way embodied …

a dark and gloomy cloud looms overhead.
a thunder’s distant rumble barely overheard.
a hermit stumbles blindly through an empty field.
his heart still aches, it hasn’t fully healed.
heavy raindrops fall upon him, drench him wet.
what is he out here looking for?
is he delusional? or …