Once Upon Her Throne

Upon Her Throne

Once Upon her throne

she has no clone

no broken bone

no need to cast a stone

her being is marinated in 

higher vibrations 

whether she's in 

a crowd or alone

Her mind is the most beautiful

Sparkle that the universe has ever sown

Her soul has outgrown

The lies that always won

Her every form is a phenomenon

Whose full moon can only be seen

By the galaxy alone

A sacred beam borne

That Love falls into with heart sworn

To the finite fragrances

 that Infinity has worn

That left Time's turns torn

And Space's lips stuck to the rams horn

In deep awe of the shapes

That her shadow has shown

Her thoughts are ripened

by reflections of a realm 

that felt surreal

The incantations that her inward

Could not conceal

Triumphant treasures that the trail of tribulations timely  reveal

As she drowned

in the desire to self heal

She began to treasure her soul appeal 

The pain began to peal

Off her being to reveal

Her zest and her zeal

Unveiled visions of the Real

Once Upon her throne

she has no clone

no broken bone

no need to cast a stone

Mankind has been 

blinded by her kindness

The glorious gifts she gives

So we exchange them for

Scraps and scars

Torment and torture

Let us forge for her a fortress

Populated by a colourful chorus

That sings of the sacredness of her wholness

A palace for the paradise that she is

Made from golden gratitude

To her  stream of self sacrifices

And marble of marvel

Of her ever evolving role

That nurtures every rhythm of our race

For though we celebrate her emerald being in a day or a verse

The cosmos chants her praises over light years

The Spiritual Sings

I've just comeback

From a concussion caused 

By sitting in spaces I didn't fit in 

Forced conversations with faces 

that don't speak me

I've just comeback 

From a heart attack 

A shattering shock 

Of lies lit to make dark

My light's spark

I've just comeback 

From a maze of madness 

Whose caffeine high 

Got me losing mind

Had me coffin low

The thousandth death super slow 

I've just comeback 

From carrying my 

Guttered gut

Between fidgety fingers

And baseless petals 

Of crushed paranoia

I've just comback 

From a twisted path

Tabulated by a psycho's math

Who danced to the derivative 

Of the absent boundary 

of an emptied empath

I've just comeback 

From soulache 

pain planted 

Across acres of past, 

present and future lives 

My tenses sentence 

To a toxic existence 

I've just comeback 

From written reals

Of tormenting tragedies 

That trapped the spirit 

In a storm of tears 

That bruised being 

Would not let droplets drop 

The spiritual sings

I'm fortunate to be back

To have grown teeth 

Strong enough to chew on chains

And still have enough of me

To dance in rain

Enough sun to outgrow the pain

Enough rhyme to mirror poetry 

Enough heart to love me again 

Enough life to live beautifully 

Enough gut to stay brave

Enough me to make every moment count 

Enough soul to make souljourn 

The Spiritual sings 

Ink-credible things 

Like there's no going back 

And to read this poem 

Anytime any dreadful demon 

Calls me back 

What is Mathematics?

Greek Mathema...

To study...
Every inch inked into existence
Inhale, exhale
The simple alphabet of motions
In life's exquisite equation

Sanskrit Matha
Monastery...
An acre in the anatomy of an atom
In whose quantum chambers
Reclines radical theorems
that thinker's thread
To tailor time, to centre space.

Kemetic Ma'at
Algebraic Alchemy
Beaming binary
Of Cosmic cause of course
that cut all things coarse
Dimensions of dancing derivatives
Eternity's excellent epistemology
Fate's flowering fission
Gold's gallant glow
Hatchepsut's herbs harping heavenly harmony
Infinity In Imhotep's Inkpot
Javascript joints of the Jacobian Matrix
Al Khwarizmi's algorithmic allegory
Luminous layers of logic
Mice mazed in magic squares
A nebular of numerals knit into
Ocular occult ornaments
poured out poetically into prose
contemplations quarried by Quantum Quail
Resplendent roots
brewed in Sapphire spaces
the tension taught by ticking triggers
uncivilised unilateral usurpation of the universal urn
vengeance violins violet violence
Wagadou's wombs waters weigh weighty words in wait
of Solutions to expiate X
For Malcolm's Zealous Mathematics
Has zoned us into the Zillionth power petaled by Zero

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Healing

O What a beaming beautiful 

moon my heart bled,

Moon grain by moon grain across a

Pitch black parchment whose intimate darkness pronounced death 

O what sacred symphonies

Scorch sorrow's somber sight

Stars birthed from scrupulous scars

To shatter the infinite frame

Of drowning Dispair that

Tangos with the endless night

Every breath booked

Upon pages spined

Bound letters that line libraries 

Whose voluptuos volumes

Of lessons illumes

Incarnated rotations

Whose planetary pulse pours 

into vein discourse

Like a river writes its course

Blossoming into prose

Like the ocean wrought force

Intensity in the motion of every fold

Like the earth limbs barks

From what was buried in 

the heart of hearts

Intensity in every emotion

Like space speaks art 

Excerpts that explicate expansion 

Contours of contraction 

Conciously Labour life lit action

Hymns that yield the knowing 

By which light is made to fraction 

A colourful cascade of cosmos

Light years leaping 

from the leaper's limping learning

Galaxies glowing to guide 

blinding binding

A quitntessential quake

That only gives with a take 

To the sleeping who wake

To the mending break

A quilling healing 

Of muddled feeling 

A quintic function

That plots the dysfunction

Of sightless seeing 

The algebraic pax

Of the quincunx reflection 

Of form torn

By the weight worn 

By a rising rotating to be reborn

Camillo Mubarak @Defpoetsink 

Epizeuxis

It's been a year

Since my form first frothed with fear

Shredded by shriveling shouts 

of an uncried tear

Torn by torments meant to 

haunt my mental sphere 

Oceans of melancholy whose 

Death dyed shores 

took the shape of my own spear 

Lows that flatned times tides 

Ancient anxieties anchored my

Soul at the valley of Sorrow's scape

Sans high hope Sans blissful escape

But now I'm here

This day is new and clear

This breath is nuclear 

A fission that flowers fragrant fate 

Mushrooming clouds of Colours 

that ululate

At the sight of the carcass grey that 

the Lioness ate at the Lion's Gate

The reward for the reflective roar 

That Reason will rhythmically radiate

That Patience is ever eager to elevate 

Perfumed pulses that permeate

The atom's abyss of absence

Like The Beloved palmed in 

The Lover's presitne perpetual prescence 

An eternal epic epizeuxis by the essence 

As poetic as the desimated one's remebrence. 

Bight

Why is it that the soul's sky

Can sink in the mind's motion? 

Molten liquid in a furnace 

whose flame is frozen? 

At every breath a bight 

A becoming, a Might