Poetry

Listen to the audio I Tried to Speak of Love I used to speak of love with bravado,Carelessly writing thoughts,I didn`t know, It seemed the meanings of words and emotions fit,As if their differences could be resolved with wit. Stretched and pulled, I overlooked the gapsAnd fell into a hundred linguistic traps. But now, I stand at the edge of a great abyss,Trying to describe the feeling of your kiss,...

  Queen of the fireflies, come to me here,Deep in the forest where no one can hear. Ride down the Milky Way sparkling trail,Come to me now in the night without fail, For Venus is rising reborn in the east,The circle is drawn, I prepared You a feast. In a cluster of trees I have made us a bed,A mattress of green, a quilt crimson red. Fly swiftly Aradia, bridle...

Jeffrey Armstrong Poet "Kavindra" I Have Been Growing Wings My atma is awakening from winter,A deep hibernation,Curled in a ball in a cave,Windowless cocoonOf my own creation.I have been growing wings,Breathing very slowly,Just warm enough to live,Heartbeat once an hour,No discernable pulse,I have been waitingDeep inside the Earth,For a moment I could not foresee,When the sun's rays would return.The birds sing me awake.A wind calls my name,Heavy with Your perfume.I...

Transcendental paradigms, Mental leaves that fall as rhymes, Images imprinted in matter, A laser light-show of forms that are – Blinking beacons of immortality, In the darkened auditorium of the Uni-versity, Where the students are all looking for a sign, That there really is a trail that leads to the Divine. Motes of light bending slightly, The curves of Isis shining nightly, But too busy looking for a resurrector, The...