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"Poetry is a brief sparkle, the last words of a dying man, the weeping howl of a raging species before the night envelopes their futile epics"

Riz Story

A Poem for my Dying Mother

I remember now

your transcendental turquoise 

your placid water only shimmering 

when a child swam there once, ago

in youth’s easy summerings


you always waited for me there, mother

your warm soft waves surrounding in eternal, maternal (cradle of life

restoring touch - your salty kiss

within your fathoms drenched in bliss

till dead I sink to black abyss 

with nothing topside left to miss

and we will merge like tears in waves 

as death is less than passing days


you said death is just a stormy day 

that blows what was, so far away

that no one waits along the shore 

for things that were but are no more


I know because the ocean told

of life and deaths and stories old

when life first died and laughed and cried

and nothingness watched from beside


while children swam the plague of man

that kills what it can’t understand

and how so sick and frail became 

sweet mother, dying, from which life came


playground reefs of humanless peace

or so I dreamt some summer day

knowing this would soon away

I tasted time before it ended

in a sea of time suspended

I left the land and dreadful man

that killed what they don't understand


but mother, know I understand 

and when you die I'll hold your hand 

and there'll be nothing left for me

without my sweet beloved sea 

as every earth is but a grain

of dust that lives and dies in vain 

when once a child alone swam there

mother, know that I did care

and wept for you the day you died

when your sweet waves stiffened and dried

and your bloods salty tears I cried 

that flow in me like currents yours

to break on some forgotten shores

of some blue world that is no more


mother let me swim once more 

on summers waves on your sweet shore

and we'll forget the stain of man

and all his gods and all his plans

that never did imprison we,

the child that swam in mother sea

and having lived our death won’t mind

the miracles we left behind 

a smiling child in mother sea 

lost now in eternity 

Life, oh Wonderous Life


Life, oh wonderous Life, what treasure can eclipse thee (?)

to sense the passing real (to want. to hurt. to feel.

such sweet emergent transcendence drips in irreducible purpose

properties of desire, longing and dreamt

a wonderous life should thusly be spent


to be (and not remember not being,

the black throat of eternity an afterthought now

this rich emergent property (squirming. like a fish. on the deck.

having swam the boundless sea, this seeing swarm, [humanity]

Life, oh wonderous knife, what treasure can eclipse thee (?)


the fish is quite alive when the filleting is done,

which matters to precisely no one

except for that wonderous Life (under the knife

emergent and sliced – ripped from the boundless sea

Life, oh excruciating Life, what treasure can eclipse thee (?)


the ages begot you, fermenting in enchanted biospheres

so finely aged in the still eternal patience of no one waiting

a cosmos, reaping its ripe varietals (races of man

having stormed the boundless sea, 

Life, oh treacherous Life, what treasure can eclipse thee (?)


to be and not to be, that is the sentence

Life is adjourned (in eternal repentance

having touched the boundless sea,

the hot deck burns with bleeding need

Life, oh slicing Life, what treasure can eclipse thee (?)


precise design of accident

the meaningless evolves to meant

Life begins, and ends, and spent (the virus vast and virulent

but having drank the boundless sea,

Life, oh drowning Life, what treasure can eclipse thee (?)


no one came to the big resurrection

mankind stayed home (to avoid the infection

having drowned in the boundless see

life was priceless, now it’s free

bliss. and miss. and misery.

virulent inhumanity

a stray emergent property

a bag of taste-touch-smell-hear-see


Life, oh murderous Life, what treasure can eclipse thee (?)

Once upon a never

Once upon a never

there wasn’t a boy

and there wasn’t a girl

and they never met

and they never fell in love

despite rumors and such


and the cosmos didn’t notice

as they never occurred

Time unending

said nary a word

they didn’t exist

so Nobody cared

but Nobody cried

when he heard that they dared


dared to not live

dared to not die

dared to not matter

dared to not try


and Nobody wept

when he noticed the song

that never was written

that Nobody sang

‘Twas a dream’ he supposed

that never began


and the lovers that never

kissed wetted lips

never felt passions

that never exist

and Nobody noticed

and found it quite sad

(think of the nothings

he could have not had)


Once upon a never

there wasn’t a world

never infested with

such boys and such girls

and the epic they lived

never took place

Nobody mourned (and disappeared without a trace

Your faith makes me ill


oh these masses miserable faithfilled

iniquitous charity

smiling genocides

loving your neighbor as you go

soldiers home to yellow bows


so sterile and clean and frantic, this tragic magic mess

why guess if i believe in 'all belief's a guess’


strength from frailty

wisdom from mystery

eternity from death

spirit from breath


this is what you make with your wanting

this is what you take with your giving’s

this is the world you spin from nothing left to win

this is natures cruel instinct flying in the face 

of a lost and desperate place


god from space

worth from race

feed from famine

life examined


this is the hole we tore in the side of time

this is the excuse we wore to the trial of blame

this is the difference you made in the world of same

this is the pride you pissed on the face of shame

 There tends to be nothings


Let’s just say I was floating through a void

where life just happened to be happening

and spectrum of illusions was a miracle on the plain


let’s just say there was any purpose and direction

and a view above perception – like a stranded visitor

on the empty above the stretch and null


There is little of much or sane or such

in this black time dull

we flicker like moments and rusty tokens

where the deep intrusion of miracles

awakens some reason to be


I am bored with miraculous breakthroughs

I’m bored with true loves

I’m bored with genius and discovery

I’m bored with this breaking time and the painful aware


go fuck yourself you sweet existence

your bitter taste and relevance on the end of races


your awkward and broken

and your tight  little reward is like an afterthought

on the sensitive end


I really want to live as much as I want to die

I really want to laugh as much as I never cry

I really want to lose as much as I want to divide

into many million merely moments


that is to say,



what a joke, such a serious choke

like an explosion into time, big bangs

yours and mine

on a planet out of time

and your concern is just divine


thankyou, good….   no really,

I’m fine



The nest of hideous offspring - who nibble their brother’s flesh

And pray to black invisibles in the shrouded covenants of misery

Contented high and might - devoid of right

but wrong along with no end in sight

Till history black reminds the dumb - what such viruses become

and smiling viper engulfs the dead

in frenzy full, bites off it’s own head

And the comfortable suburbs run with red

The Virus Smiles

 Hope rained its empties on the meaningless season

Disgrace walked with honor to the trial of the treason

the virus bled miracles and gods to believe in

and earth spun, for no one – devoid of a reason


Such dust bled seeing into the meat of the spaces

Come to what life is in the space behind faces

Humanity goes rancid as their smiles devour traces

exist for non-reasons infesting their places


a gutter gods coil spit dream at the dreamless

splitting the seem, on the souls of the seamless

epics of nothings threw wish at the nowhere

radiate wantings at cosmos of don’t care


Such dust bled its miracles at the animate plagues

Who dance on the faces of saviors in graves

Who scream only dream as they pass through to seem

A meaningful life never knows what it means


The race is a comedy devoid of all smile

Who vomit high angels to worship and defile

When the dust came to life and bled shame for a while

And the guilty bled heavens In Humanities Trail


Planets and atoms – reasons and gods

Animals and angels bleeding such frauds

So stunk the virus devoid of a cause

Final bow at ovations devoid of applause 

The Younger You

How I loved the younger you

When tears of knowing joyed us through

When time immortal blissed at the perimeter of infinities

And we defied the aged movement, childlike and warmly


Colder than the sun sang bright

Came inhumanities permanent night

That such empty could fill the holes souls (innocent yet

And we threw poems at the cacophonies holy screaming


The younger you fell and flew

And every no one didn’t ponder times

Yet was coming…  and we died on his day

Useless innocence making away


I remember younger we

Faith-filled fodder, you and me

Smiling our smiles at deaths waiting whiles

And a species of feces waited in shadowed aisles


How I loved the younger us

Carrying a bag full of trust

Imaginings portholes all devoid of must

Playgrounds and graveyards all nothing meant


The younger them can’t comprehend

Life on life that life shall end

That endless yearning would soon be through

Never knew the younger you


How I loved the younger thens

Dreams and demons wait for whens

Silence now -  we’re almost through

Nothing, where once was the younger you

The Final Wisdom

And if there came a sunrise, would it mean we were alive
In the black throat of time there are many words stuck
Unspoken, like unlived epics

We laughed at such fools together, while
Existence rushed in 
And the disappearing everything, let us taste her

That we should choke on her, before we starve
Too full of life to live
This is the wisdom of impending death

The smiling are liars 
As true wisdom dreads the crumbling time
Make ready with me, 

that death will find us drowned
in seas of ecstasy

Love Letter to Humanity

You can sing about anything
Talk to god with swollen precision 
Revel in the universal oneness, with meant smiles
Celebrate mankind’s vast masturbations
in bloody ejaculates of progress

But you will only be imagining 

World peace is in pieces 
As if a planet infested with aching humanity could ever 
Rise above its putrid premise

The fatal flaw of virus brains
The human trail a bloody stain

Factions of horrors 
Religions of atrocity 
Technologies of doom
All living things destroyed and consumed

This is precisely you, dear reader.

Think them noble think them clever
Think their souls persist forever
Think them god kids – think them divine
Humanity is an infection that evolved a vile mind

The Great Deceiver

This savage miracle draped in love

A brief sparkle in the nothingness

Emergent longings)  nascent meanings coalescing

In the black guts of the universal room

Cornerless now, and silent amongst the exploding furies


Vicious virus needing love now

Awakened with sentimental infections

assassinated kin

bloody be

distortions of fury

when mother’s love, infected) stings the cannibal masses


There are no devils beyond the silence

when infinities plagued the infested earth

They are only incipient perhapsings

Scurrying in the nothingness

Dancing like brief and brilliant children,

Succumbing to the stillness


Let them invent demons

To vacuums vanquish

Where love evaporates on the embryonic breath of hell

And mankind slithers

Feeding on the living, incubated and weeping

In cramped cells of lifespans


I shall not guess at exploding existences

I shall not weep for all that has tasted life,

And railed against the annihilating moment

I shall not spin yarns of purposes folly

Nor radiate meanings in the void

Whilst genocides soothe the dawning of man


The Great Deceiver is an elegant man

Coiled serpent) whose venom is wisdom

Words of warm comfort, fathering and mild

Before he rips the beating blood

And devours the living

And the void bears no witness to the empty epic

when the stain of humanities cruel moment

Is lost in the expanding blacks

And the voices sing silence,

In the calming forgottens

and stillness devours the raging horror


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