th[INK]

My mind is ink infused

While I take time to muse

Over concepts tornado-ing

Within the confines

Of fused bone and flesh

And in the second it takes

To bring pen to hand

What was just a black hole

A brain inflammation

Turns into a supernova

Of obscure information

Then, ethereally

Thoughts materialize into

Word tattoos

Voyaging From neurons to canvas

Travelling across peak

And valley of the mind...

From muscles to fingertips

Ballpoint to paper

Sadly, my mind is

Forced through a taper

A funnel, a straw

For my thoughts are galactic

Eclectic and charged

My mind is too large

For my pen to express

And my pen is too small

For notions as poetic as these

Still, my fingers undress

The thoughts and ideas

That garb my soul’s magnificence

This cloak is impressed

On the fibres that comprise

My consciousness

And sub-consciousness

But, this striptease

This peepshow

Of my souls inner core

Will it transgress

The laws of self-preservation?

Will paper and pen

Be enough to de-stress?

Will states change?

Will my mental elements undergo

Thought sublimation?

Gaseous philosophy

To solid brick word?

Will it suffice to

Translate, to convert

To destroy, then create

What my skull stifles?

What my eyes do so well

To cork up... to seal?

Or will pen prevail

While brain waves riffle

From cortex to paper?

If I’m busy pondering

Answers to my questions

Or a reason to my madness;

Are you even wondering

What lines would be imbued

Upon a snow white sheet

If you had a pen in hand?

…So, while I try to

Conceptualize ways to

Gather MY thoughts

And verbalize ideas

Please take a moment

While I’m on the brink

Of acidic

Volcanic

Eruptions of inspiration

Please take a second

To th[INK]

With your Ink!

© José V. Guerra Awe

Lost

I’ve lost myself along the years

Within the people that I’ve known

Amongst my hardships and my fears

And all the things that I’ve been shown

I’ve lost myself in everyday

Along the streets that I have walked

In good and bad, in every way

And every conversation talked

I’ve lost myself in women’s beds

Behind the scenes of my life’s sets

And thus within emotions fed

While boldly making lover’s bets

I’ve lost myself in mellow tune

In my boredom and in fun

And in discoveries made too soon

Along the miles that I have run

I’ve lost myself in dollars spent

In rivers paddled, oceans crossed

In misfortunes I could not prevent

In every memory that I’ve tossed

I’ve lost myself in many places

In smiles, in frowns, in laughs and cries

And amongst my peoples’ faces

Deep within a billion eyes

I’ve lost myself within this room

In every sound I’ve heard

And every thought that I now groom

Even in my spoken word

I’ve lost myself in my lament

Beneath all stones I’ve left unturned

In actions done with ill intent

In people shunned and people scorned

I’ve lost myself in hands I’ve lent

And in those that I shook

In every dream that I have dreamt

Within the pages of a book

I’ve lost myself in my possessions

And upon the lips I’ve kissed

Within my longing soul’s recessions

And chances that I’ve missed

I’ve lost myself in knowledge gained

And deep within my own desires

Within potential I’ve restrained

In sparks that lit my inner fires

I’ve lost myself in journeys taken

And in those begun

Along the paths that I’ve forsaken

In battles lost and wars I’ve won

Whether through my greatest sorrow

Or even love’s sweet voice

I know I’ll lose myself tomorrow

My heart regrets but not one choice

© José V. Guerra Awe