Words from Saturn

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DARK MATTERS

At the event horizon of a Black hole
There’s been a rising of Black souls.
We arrived in time capsules…
We are the masterminds.
Forward fast rewind.
Viewing stars from past design.
We are the last to shine.
A mysterious class divine.

These dark matters have beginnings
In the origins of originality.
We are just now earning our winnings
But we were here before the galaxies.
An argument full of fallacy
But what you believe becomes reality.
And what’s in us is in the stars
So, I view our history through this analogy.

All that is old is new
And all that is new is old.
Our Sun has told the truth.
Reflecting seas like blue to gold.
We are neglected as a collective
Yet we possess these star qualities.
I’m so invested in this perspective
Earthed at the center like Ptolemy.

With silent Big Bangs preferred
Like when the Big Bang occurred.
These are times of civil unrest
Where now…Big Bangs are heard.
From that of the celestial sphere
We are the extraterrestrials here.
We arrived from frozen Suns
Blaze resilient…The chosen ones.

Among wildfires burning slow
We’re enduring constant struggle.
Turning whole via wormholes.
We expand like constant Hubble.
We are infinite yet finite
Bringers of dawn and twilight.
Sparking bright like pyrite…
We were alive when we arrived.

A monolith of after thoughts
But we’re layered like Earth’s core.
Taking off like astronauts
We are truly before “Before”.
Without our dark energy,
The universe would collapse onto itself.
We are the entities of that chemistry
Bodies holding place like the Kuiper belt.

The distinction between you and I
Remains to be a false dichotomy.
For at the heart of purest life
Lies a sacred and beautiful geometry.
Through devastation comes elevation
For our wealth is true in astronomy.
Yet many beings look down at night
Distracted by man’s unsuitable economy.

With a virus claiming its older victims
I must look to the sky for solace
For we are all of this soular system.
We are earthly flawed yet cosmically flawless.
Will we fold under this pressure?
Will we all fall to racial tension?
We must trust nature like Nikola Tesla
To rebuild and heal this spatial dimension.

Make a life but one can take it.
Bullets fly but we’re the Matrix.
This is scientific but also sacred
As no one ever truly dies.
Through portals we become immortal
I know now what my calling is.
I look to the stars for reminders…
We’re survivors. Much greater than all of this.

Copyright © 2020 Joann C. Roberts

POETRY FROM THE 2018 BOOK “CONTINUUM, A COLLECTION OF POETRY”:

HAIKUS

The Philosopher
Who accepts he knows nothing
Inspires me most.

Live a thousand times.
We are immortal beings.
No one ever dies.

Ready for take off.
Radio transmit tower.
Life is a runway.

At just 2 years old
I would say to my mother
“I feel like a boy”

Logic is not all.
Some things lie outside our grasp.
Man will learn someday.

Visit her often.
She’s 22 years of me.
My love. Chicago.

Love astronomy.
Views divine through telescopes.
The study of “God”.

I love solitude.
Not as much as I love her.
So, we compromise.

A dangerous woman.
I crave her like I crave life.
She’s the death of me.

I’m from Chicago.
Where Blacks find joy in the pain.
Like sunshine to rain.

Moon. Stars. Water. Peace.
Meditating at the lake.
These Chicago nights.

No options. No hope.
Poverty is policy
In West Englewood.

Down the lineage.
Generational trauma
In the blood of us.

Our ancestors died
Hoping we would rise again.
We’re their wildest dreams.

Nightmares of war
On the streets of Chicago
Dreams haunted by grief.

MOUNTAINEER

I am Chipping away at mountains.
Moving them is too much on my heart.
I need frequent breaks doing this cardio.
And, you’d usually be right here beside me.
Now it’s just me and these boulders.
With the weight of my failures on my shoulders.
And, I’m only getting older
Yet, still I love like a Mountaineer.
Climbing and ascending…
Many prefer to reach the peak alone.
So, I push for the summit all on my own.
What doesn’t kill you makes you strong.
I hike trails that make me sweat it out.
Allow me to forgive others and myself.
Now, the same mountain that caught my fall for you
Is providing lessons in Self-Love.

MOTHER

One day my sky will break and all within me will escape…
For eyes are the soul…
And, mine are dark and eternal.
Karma police, arrest me. I am in need of an escape.
Serving time for a curving mind…
Correct and facilitate my fate.
Cold hearted. I was born in the mental state of Illinois.
To connect with humanity, I rely on tears for my sanity.
In mental rooms I play with zoom, looking through the lens of my camera.
Trying to capture the demons whom await me in Montana.
Mental rebirth, I know is…
Essential research to my growth.
Serving as a portal to the truth…
And, how I am immortal to my youth.
Black holes have sucked away my soul and I am told that I did it.
I am good at killing myself, but no such crime has been committed.
Still, I seek imprisonment…
With spirit robbed by ego greed.
Still, I seek imprisonment
For, one must be trapped to be freed.
Heavy like metal…
I rebirth and curve the edges of metallic beams.
For wisdom is woman…
And, it is through her womb that I am cleansed.

VENOM (THE BEAUTIFUL POISON)

She has lips that taste like venom
Cause love is a snake…
Rippling through grass of the unnerved and unsettled.
Removing shoulder straps from her dress,
She lies down in my kingdom…
Where distance can only be measured by its rulers.
Unbuckling belts from my denim…
I drink venom of its liquid swords.
Slicing me down to paralysis…
The analysis of her silent accord.
Her queendom…
Ruled by endless walls and many guards.
Which all collapse in my lap…
As I walk barefoot through this yard.
Purity, honesty in my veins…I soon become immune.
Though, love strikes venom of impending doom…
Biting its victims to open wounds.
With beautiful poison that can cum rushing in waves…
Between her legs lies more venom I crave.
F–k her soft. Make love to her hard.
You’d never see it coming.
From love that challenges guards…
And the sweet taste of a tongue that is numbing.
F–k her hard. Make love to her soft.
You’d never see her cumming.
Among her walls that are slowly…
But, surely crumbling.

BAREFOOT

Driving on roads and paying tolls…
Pathways that never end.
I know where I want to be/go…eventually
Too busy looking through my rearview to see what lies in front of me.
But I’m running low on gas and time is kicking my ass.
I keep remembering my past and forgetting my future.
Can’t change lanes and merge so I just ride along the curb.
Plenty of time for pit stops in order to rest and digest…
This road is never ending and was not paved for me.
Park the car for I finally understand…
Life can only be lived now and understood backwards.
I see mountains worth journeying off road for new chapters.
I get out of the car…
And walk.

BOOKSHELF

I published a book in her name.
But, my words crumbled.
Falling victim to her attempted edits.
Blank pages became filled…
With red inked letters.
Permanently.
From an inevitable impermanence.
I stopped writing.
She stopped reading…
My precious flaws.
I am now just another book on her shelf
Filled with chapters she was unable to decipher.
Among pages that once cut our fingertips…
Until we no longer touched.
I just hope she‘ll always love me…
Though she never read me cover to cover.

GLASS

I speak in shards of glass from the mirror…
I don’t know where I’m going but I know just where I’ve been.
Take my past, present, and future then toss them in the wind…
Seeing before me a reflection of my imperfections.
“You’re like a pearl in a shell”…
This is what the mirror tells.
Telling tales of mirrored jails refracting from cells.
I test my luck on broken glass…
Let the mirror give direction.
Beaming prisms that change the complexion of my perception.
Scribing thoughts on mirrors in this section of broken glass.
Shades of grey are now blurring my past.
Shuffling cards and bleeding from shards…
Keeping composure while searching for closure…
Seeing before me the reflection of my imperfections.
Think less. Feel more.
Sweep up the glass from the floor.
Think less. Build more…
From glass that cuts away at your pores.
Put broken glass in the past and lock it among steel doors.
Bend. Make amends…
That’s what love of self is still for.
Think less feel more.
Wounds heal from shattered mirrors…
Even if fogged vision is clouding your cognition.
Think less feel more.
Rise again from Broken glass…
So even in this inked mess you build more.

MAGNET

Northern bound…
I am.
Since we no longer meet…
Halfway.
Equators erased
From planets we tilted…
To altered rotations.
Causing our waters to rise…
Mountains to fall…
And, many suns to…
Scorch hearts.
Every moon being stripped of
Strength that once held us
Together.
I lose blood
From being drawn to…
Your need for my Universe’s
Iron.
But hearts of steel
do not attract
On any plane of this…
Ecliptic.
I yearn for overwhelming force…
Like your love letters
Posted on my refrigerator.
But you only pull me in close enough
For comfort.
Then you flip and…
Repel.

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