Chapbook 2008 Sebaztien K. L.


Ostara 2000

Growing Still
This Season has especially
Been pleasing
Tonight I’ll offer celebration
With the sweet scent
Of incense
To the East, a flame
Ignites.s.s.s
Carries the joy of Venus
And the hare and egg
O’Great Pan play a tune
Cheerily
Show me the way
Merrily


September 17, 2008

As I sit comfortably
The sense of one’s yearning
Is a sensual reality
It is an unsatiable beast that
Needs taming and sootheing
Echoing in the shaded hallways


September 15, 1980

They gaze upon thy prettiness
Filled with guises of hearth-filled intention
Cloaks of shadowed & non-existent
Tears teems gleams
Pour in streams, later converged
In untamed waters
Thus thy heart is of many colors
Ravishing

Hark the arrival of nothingness
Lacking in fantasy and stressful
Stimulation
The rushing water pushes against
Your fabrics, the future below
You dark, darkening, darker still
It is black, cold, and apathetic.


5.10.2008

The words are unfamiliar yet repetitive
Vast expanse of unknown calculations
The fates make no amends to the crying soul
Lonely the dusk sets behind the horizon

Buddah smiles as the apocalypse
Defiles humanities efforts for enlightenment
As the pleasant concrete crumbles
Green shrubs make their appearance from underground

The blue stars which still hold such promise
Provide little to no answers
Just glimmers of hope and horror

In the dry landscape of a desert valley,
Relief is found unfolding in a dream
Softly floating upon subconscious bliss

If this body would disappear
Maybe this soul could be at peace
Such thoughts to run upon themselves
…

In this champion of life
There’s little to none in motivation
But a prison of rejection and disappointment
Passion fizzled out by the same fingers
Which held such magic, at the beginning

If I could choose another life
It would be the flowing river
Whose tears are unending
Whose waters are cold and fishes swim
But even then the poison may enter in

So I would choose to not choose
But to fade and release the memory


Life
(Pray for this soul to keep)

Is no longer for my living
For I am a rotting corpse
Decayed and unspeakable
Life is for everyone else
I trudge along because I cannot bear
The sadness this existence provides
I dream of the time I can
Pretend my journey wasn’t real
But some inconsequential passing


Violet leaves
The apes escape

Unfolding are the petals
Such strength holds such firmness
In tranquil waters where little creatures
Swim and blow bubbles
Divinity could show its face
If the eyes could comprehend it
Or if a face was present

Once in a past life
A Buddha or other enlightened being
Sat where I sat
Though where silence is all in mine mouth
There were speeches of such beauty
And clarity

In a home, I cannot fully call my own
In this moment I know, it is mine
Carefree as the wind blows
Warm as the sun kisses
Ants busily go about their work

Once caught in a dream
Which could not be real or unreal
I lay flesh on rocks
Sloppily as human can be
And it is I, humble, plain
With out answers, without words
Without company,
Seemingly full of ego and importance
Fighting and flowing; crying and laughing


5.10.2008

The words are unfamiliar yet repetitive
vast espanse of unknown calculations
The fates make no amends to the crying soul
lonely the dusk sets behind the horizon

Buddha smiles as the apocalyse
defiles humanities efforts for enlightenment
As the plaster and concrete crumbles
green shrubs make their appearance from underground

The blue stars which still hold such promise
provide little to no answers
Just glimmers of hope and horror

In the dry landscape of a desert valley,
relief is found unfolding in a dream
softly floating upon subconscious bliss

If this body would disappear
maybe this soul could be at peace
such thoughts run upon themselves

In this champion of life
there's little to none in motivation
but a prison of rejection and disappointment
passion fizzled out by the same fingers
which held such magic at the beginning

If I could choose another life
it would be the flowing river
whose tears are unending
whose waters are cold and fishes swim
but even then poison may happen in
So I would choose to not choose
but to fade and release




Orange Blossoms
His Dark Wing


The cold kiss
The chilled lips

The breath of waves ripple
on the rocks

of the shore


The pale lean fingers

heavenly, yet divine


Your shadow's pristine

as the imperfect moon
in its perpetual cycle
making the rounds


The only warmth still

alive, existant

The night could
afford
were the stars,

Peeping through
memories


Of scrambling limbs---

eager to begin

again

(For Carlos Silva Jr.)
12.15.2008


Jogging our Pastas

Piggles Puzzles
Giggles
Striding Stances
Dark Denizens
Uncolored Rainbow
Imagainings

Clothed in Cloaks

Hurry Flurries
Lingering Lines

Hear/ dear
Dote the Goat
Point South
Random Blubber
Cared for Cauliflower

Consealed in Earth
We wished prayers
Jogging our Pastas

Lain Hands
upon utterances
Scholastic Senior
Vanished Voices
Barnyards of yarn
Place piece
yak-yak Arguille


Endless Delicacies

Light-Bearing
Lithe Morals
eyes exuding
determination

Thy latin heritages
predate they loveliness
such exquiste
feelings touch
tender heart

A sonnet
of endless delicacies
worthy to capture
triumphant bliss
Held-fast ideals

Diligent Oneness
of your gifts
and Angelic soul
fills me with
lustful passions