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Thursday, November 28, 2013

Wednesday, November 27, 2013

Rituals-Cutting-Diamond

Rituals-Cutting-Diamond

Oh lovers, let not your Love live
And die in words sweet and ephemeral,

But make assay to baptist Her
In the waters of experiences true,

And rituals-cutting-diamond o
The eternal waters of reverent deeds.

Monday, November 25, 2013

Love Pummels

Love Pummels

Love pummels
The heart for
She commands:

Seekers of 
Her true Self 
To be assayed,

To grow into 
Venus incarnate
In deeds, indeed.

Friday, November 22, 2013

Seraphs Sing In Her Reverence

Seraphs Sing In Her Reverence

My Princess Fab's
Beautiful visage
Could command seraphs,
In heaven and earth, to
Sing in her reverence.

Her head on my chest,
When night falls,
Launches a thousand
Sweet bodily sensations
And blissful dreams.

Thus, I wake up
Each morn with a
Renewed joie de vivre
And my love for her
Grows with each dawn.

Sweet Suffering

Sweet Suffering

Jailed was I in
Retrograde pattern's cell
Till sweet Suffering,

Along came stealthily
With her embrace warm
Enthralled my very being,

To a rebirth-after-death;
Released me thus
From vicarious unliving.

Monday, November 18, 2013

Sometimes A Kiss

Sometimes A Kiss

Sometimes a kiss
Is not kindred,
But a thrust by
A dagger laced
With a poison deadly,

And the only
Antidote true
Is a kiss
From your
Soul's compass.

A Flower Within A Rain Cloud

A Flower Within A Rain Cloud

My Fab is like
An umbrella that blooms 
Over my being blue, when
It rains within my heart.

Oh, my Fab is like
Chicken soup, or
Hot lemon ginger tea,
When I am with cold.

True, my Fab is like
A flower within
A rain cloud,
So near to her sun.

My Fab is like so:
Words that come t
A poet, not disjointedly, 
But picturesquely.

Tuesday, November 12, 2013

To The Soul's Mount Olympus

To The Soul's Mount Olympus

Bestow upon
Your heart wings
To migrate to the
Soul's Mount Olympus:

To converse with
The goddesses of 
Love, not hate
Peace, not war.

The Heart Is The Sole Soul's Mate

The Heart Is The Sole Soul's Mate

The heart wanting
Of eyes
Never sees the exterior.

The heart wanting
Of ears
Never hears lies.

The heart wanting 
Of mouth
Never speaks of her Soul.

But, thus the heart decrees:
Love is in the toiling hands
Love is in the weary feet.

The heart needs not
To hear of love's words
For the heart always is:

The heart of the lover true
Within the heart true
The sole Soul's Mate.

Sunday, November 10, 2013

A Long Night's Journey Into Heaven

A Long Night's Journey Into Heaven

Into heaven
A long night into morn
Delightfully journeyed we.

Columbussing into her
Well's chambers many,
Discovered a few new.

Water, water, everywhere
Eased my to-and-fro
Un-Flying-Dutchmanly,

Till many heavenly arias
My Fab soprano sang
To their climaxes major.

With my conductor's baton,
Masterly lead I our opera,
To its climactic peaceful ending.



Wednesday, November 6, 2013

Gratuitous Love

Gratuitous Love

I wish Humans
Could love
Each other
Gratuitously
Like the Sun
Rays us beautiful.

Gratuitous lovers
Suffers not
Unrequitedly,
For their hearts
More pure and noble
Mirror gratuitous love
Like the sun
Like the stars
The moon even.

To Be More Human

To Be More Human

When I meet Her
She will be
Who I have chosen:
My sweet Fate.

I am the artist
Of my circumstances
With my bloody
Toiling hands,
I painted my tableau.

To deny Her:
To Self-negate,
To accept Her:
To live authentically,
To be more Human.


Love's Beauty

Love's Beauty

Love's beauty
Flourishes
Within the heart
Of the lover;
When the heart,

Wanting of rituals,
Steels instead
Of softens,
Beauty chokes,
Then to dust.


Her Essence Beautiful

Her Essence Beautiful

Her eyes beamed
From behind her
Lovely spectacles
As she read words
That make up a story.

I wish I could
Read or make up
Words joined together
By her essence beautiful,

To make up her
Story of beauty:
Each chapter would
End in a climax.

Monday, November 4, 2013

Mondo's Aphorisms (page # 5)

Mondo's Aphorisms  (page # 5)

When a black sister puts on makeup, she must ask herself, if she is trying to makeup for centuries of inherited self-hate.

Parents, who seek to absolve their offsprings of their earned, chosen, and inflexible consequences in life, miseducate them to their own irresponsible, wary, and turbulent souls.

Acceptance is not leaving Home, but going back Home, or just staying in to adjust your thermostat to your preferred temperature, and thus, sync in your mind with your Body.

The Human Body is the Mother of the mind, for She nurses the mind to its own peaceful rest, always, when the mind shows Her the well-deserved reverence.

Soak well the embers of your emotions in the waters of Human rationale.

Your authentic Guru is always within, but you may use, from time to time, an external guru to mirror back to you the true Guru within.

A good therapist mirrors back to her patient her/his authentic Guru within.

The truly responsible Human Being, at heart, will never ask another for a second chance, for she knows to give herself as many as she chooses, internally, and on her own terms.

To ask the other, externally or outside of one's Self, for another chance is to be in want of Self-respect, or to Self-negate.

Revenge is the same as the action that one believes it to be borne out of.

The eyes, at time, take in the data, but the brain fails to cognize and synthesize them.

An intimate relationship becomes unhealthy, thus:  it takes two to NOT tango.

Words without matching deeds, in an intimate relationship, are springes to catch woodcocks.

Blame is like table tennis:  the ball gets back and forth.

The rub, in any intimate, close relationship, is in aligning the self-interests of the parties involved.

As you prepare for your future, near and far, do not forget that you are already, naturally, prepared for the present, the now.

Sometimes it takes a combination of sticks and carrots to facilitate change.

As it turns out, to love others truly is a skill, which can be learned through practice, practice, practice.

As it turns out, it takes many lessons to learn how to boil eggs.

Use your suffering to that end:  embark on the sweet journey of becoming more Human.

One does not live forever in one single lifetime.  (Note:  this aphorism does not deny the possibility of reincarnation, but that life is finite.)

One's true purpose in life is to love Humanity through the loving of one's Self.

Purpose-fully love your Self to that end:  to love Humanity as a whole.

To be Human is to make good use of that which came before one.

Low self-esteem's kins are bastardly unknowingly of each other's existence.

Most people are busy, but not at peace.

Ask, one who has embarked on the journey to become more Human, the wrong question, and she will give you the right answer.

A good Therapist guides her available patient, pregnant with sweet Suffering, with new words to narrate anew her life's story.

Poetry is the Soul's shorthand with her Heart.

Remember that you have, always, a prior commitment to your Self.

One, who truly Self-loves, will never sacrifice Her Self, in any relationship, but commit, with thee insight of prior commitment to Self.

Sacrifice never, but commit always.

Endeavor to not let too many chances go untaken.

It is never time wasted, but credit(s) earned towards learning of lesson(s), or the true education of the Self.

I have met the enemy, and it is within:  it gradates from low self-esteem to NO self, at all.

One, who abides by strong aversion(s), leads a most inflexible life.

One, who lies needlessly, often, becomes a stranger to himself, soon enough.

Forgiveness starts, and flourishes within, then extends outwardly, naturally.

True commitment is rich in forgiveness for the Self and the Other.

With a feeling of superiority or inferiority, one divides the larger Self into two smaller, superficial selves, which get into conflicts always.

When you do NOT know what you need, you need everything, and when you do NOT know what you want, you want everything.

Greed is the offspring of fear.

Endeavor to never feel threatened by the other's moral modus vivendi.

One's life experience is one's best, true guru.

Life, itself, is one's true, best teacher.

Suffering is the wonderful bridge, which leads one from one life's stage to the next.

Your jokes reveal your soul.

Therapy is a truth-seeking endeavor.

Since psycho-analysis of the other is more facile than your own, look to your significant other, for if she/he is a co-dependent, it follows naturally, always, that you are the mirroring co.

One intimate relationship may be special, but it is never particular to any other.

The reason(s), or lack thereof lovers come together or apart, are always the same, to one degree or other.

The other, in an intimate relationship, may learn to mimic your words, so to mirror your values, so be wary of his words.

Those, unable to exercise their internal, soft powers, instead use their insidious, external powers.

The faster the world changes, the more it stays the same.

We deceive ourselves by having highly, unearned expectations of the other.

The more one understands her Self, the more one realizes that one has only begun on that wonderful journey to come into one's dynamic Self, truly.

The paradox of Humanity is that She is within one, but only in relation to the other, or the real, larger, and authentic world outside of oneSelf.

The other, in an intimate relationship, may learn to mimic your words to mirror your values, so be wary  of  the degree of importance you give his words.

Life is real poetry, for it lives in the present moment eternal.

Woe is a man, living in a patriarchal society, who "feels" taken by a woman, if he is not truly in touch with, has not reconciled his "weaker" side with his wholeness.

You are not disrespecting the other by respecting your Self.










The Cries Of Black Unwanted Souls

The Cries Of Black Unwanted Souls

Black gorgeous
Sisters lighten
Their luminous
Congenitally
Black skin
With make-up,

As if to
Whiten out
Their black
Unwanted souls,

To make-up 
For centuries
Of inherited
Self-denial.

Is the opposite
Of make up,
Make down?

Then, sisters
Make down
Your skin
Luminous
Thus, black
And beautiful!

Sunday, November 3, 2013

Like Two Stars Shy

Like Two Stars Shy

Eyes soft like
Two stars shy
Hiding behind clouds.

Skin like butter
In wait for
Two hands and,

A knife to cut
Through, to get
To her hidden

Beautiful
Baby
Big girl.

My Soul's Axis

My Soul's Axis

Be:

My soul's axis
The lover new
To
 My heart true.

My endorphin's
Goddess anew
To
My receptors blue.


Saturday, November 2, 2013

An Epiphany (#4)

An Epiphany (#4)

I believe a lot of times the other person in an intimate relationship wants to end it, but do NOT want to be responsible for initiating that uncomfortable, to say the least, fact or state of affairs, so he will begin to neglect, or not perform at all, the lovely rituals, which are the glue that holds you two together, hoping that you, yourself, will end it, and bear the responsibility for doing so, or the brunt of it.

They say, "it takes two to tango," and so I say this:  it takes two to NOT tango.  Thus, when an intimate relationship does NOT stay healthy, and begins to show sign(s) of being diseased, BOTH are responsible for that sad state of affairs, or more to the point:  sad state of nonaffairs!

Here's hoping we, all, embark on the journey of being RESPONSIBLE for all our actions, and thus, circumstances in love and in life, in general.

With agape,
Mondo

Friday, November 1, 2013

Kinship In Thoughts

Kinship In Thoughts

A fear starts
With one
Single thought
Which blooms
Into multiple
Body sensations,

But soon 
The brain
Patterns it
All, when you
Would rather
Not gestate
Its kinship
In thoughts.

One Long Kiss

One Long Kiss

With one
               Long kiss
                                She unravels
                                                    A whole 
                                                                   New world
                                                                                      For us
                                                                                                 Twain
                                                                                                            To be
                                                                                                                      Blissed in.

Sometimes A Poem

Sometimes A Poem

Sometimes a poem
Is delivered
Into the
Reader's world
Right after
Conception
Without much
Gestation
In the 
Poet's fancy.

Then she
Alone left
To delight
Her readers,
If not,
Sheds tears
For her artist
To breathe
More thought, 
Cull words
Into, from
Her body.