First Thought

Widen our paths of
enlightenment, great poet.
Unveil our eyes from
the smokescreen
the world lays before us.
Show us the stars
and the heavens
mechanic clock
so we may hear
the ticking tock
of time eternal.
Reveal to us,
masterful artisan,
the grandeur of god
and the incarnates
that surround him;
reveal to us death
and show us the fears
that we push away.
Only you can do this
with your shaman quill,
only you can expose us
to a higher truth
we would deign to see
if given the choice.
Even now as you spiral dance
and burn and build new paths,
show us the light of the sun
as it shares the sky with the moon.
Show us the dark of the night
as it greets the sunny day. Dance.
The eternal trance of thought
weighing not on our minds;
strip away the corporeal pleasures
of society; rid our words of everyday
life and mediocrity; take us above
the boundaries of reality, above
ephemeral solidarity; leave these
words barren of what we know
of this world; leave them full of
promise so that as the shadows
set permanent in our eyes, with
divine light shall we see.

 

 

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“First Thought” is a poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. “First Thought” is forthcoming in Michael’s new collection of poetry, The Vanishing Poet. Out April 21, 2020 from Virgogray Press.

 

Death

 

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Death
by MIchael Aaron Casares
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“Death is a poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.

Dissociative Drip Drops of Unwanted Musings

Sitting in the cordial mythic
reality paved as actuality,
a venue synthesized by the
conmen of history, the sun
rises behind the eyes. It breaches
the bubble, pops the protective
layer of lies cocooned over us.
The world tick-tocks in double time
dreams and schemes overlapping,
we pull the intravenous matrix rich
soup we’ve been given to drown
our illusion in delusions of ardent
life, compromising congregations,
concessions  and conditions for the
corruption made law by the influence
of greedy bankers and the businesses,
the bureaucracies, and the governments
they own. The corporate life condones
it; prefers the snake to eat itself; prefers
imposed symbiosis, a parasite sick
needing to live on the hollow bones
of angel wings, the molted feathers of
infirmed black and white doves. It
identifies as a mite, a diseased flea,
a lethal bacteria, a viruses virus, a
cancer.

Fault
is the loss of path,
the removal of self
from the sovereign
being, the sovereign
entity, the sovereign
source, the multi-
dimensional, dark
matter, quanta-logical
unknown embryonic
galvanizing energy
given awareness,
then gifted free will;
now, we can no longer
judge ourselves or
hold ourselves
responsible for the life
we are living. Now,
we pass the torch,
and pass the torch
on any opportunity
given by divine
sanction: the call
to open our eyes,
to open our minds,
to remember; and
to finally decide a
path to take, to be a
conduit to ascension,
to exist as one believes,
to fade into non-existence,
to continuously learn and refine,
to be a cog in the wheel; to sigh
and groan, or step back, look inside
breathe deep, and appreciate.

 

“Dissociative Drip Drops of Unwanted Musings” is a poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. 

 

Winter Pall

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Winter Pall

A silver glow was cast on me,
a silver casque of frozen clemency,
Illuminating wan light into softening sad night
like a phantom once happy now without blithe.
What radiance I saw thereof,
that helmet cold with lack of love,
and I stared deep into the pallid eye
placed by sovereignty within the sky.
Lo!—What feeling unkindly laid on me,
that silver casque of sullen clemency.
That death or doom this light cast down
like despondent child with cause for frown!

Upon myself and upon us all,
a winter gloss, a willful pall.

 

 

“Winter Pall” is a sonnet written by Michael Aaron Casares. The piece is shared as an excerpt from his epic poem, The Winter King, published in 2010 by Shadow Archer Press. All rights reserved. 

St. Cristobal

A new dawn arises.
One in which the sun of old
has red shifted away, has collapsed
and expanded, has swollen and reddened
and burst with every electron and molecule
its life blood, its soul energy, and it has buckled
into a distant, miniscule star white as the grave’s
effervescent tomb.

A new dawn arises.
One in which the dew of old
is not frozen as before; one where pedal
and plant awake to the fresh drops of the sky
sliding to their stems. Dewy dew drops drop catching
the sunlight in their eyes, reflecting the dreams
of old when love and mercy were in unison,
together, living for the stars.

 

“St, Cristobal” is a poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. “St. Cristobal” was published as an “Epilogue” in the epic poem, The Winter King, published in 2010 by Shadow Archer Press. The Winter King is out of print with no current plans for reprint. 

Triple Leaf

She’s
playing the lotto
again, puffing on
that pipe like peace
is going out of
style.

Indian tribes,
ladies and hippies before
receding hairlines turned
them to businessmen,
knew a thing or two about
connecting the soul,
the spirit energy,
with everything
through
the power
of love.

Standing before the arch
of acceptance, light rays beaming
between sympathy and empathy,
dance around the fire of forgiveness,
discern if it is for herself or others,
she bows her feathered brow
with respect and not a crooked
bone in her body.

Crying as if this state of mind
could never be achieved,
she can’t stop now.
She won’t turn away
or surrender at the next
checkpoint. She’ll roll the
dice and play the game
until they call her number.

 

 

“Triple Leaf” is a poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved. 

Camellia Dawn

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Amber tufts cotton
Carnation hearth majestic
Fired light distant gold

 

Warm Ember Horizon
Photography
by Michael Aaron Casares

“Camelia Dawin” is an ekphrastic haiku poem written by Michael Aaron Casares. “Warm Ember Horizon” is a photograph taken by Michael Aaron Casares. All rights reserved.