Mario Albert Cepeda
Mario Albert Cepeda Poems
|1.||Blackhole 'End' Light Spectrum Theory||9/9/2009|
|2.||Our Safest Returns!||9/9/2009|
|4.||Bang, Zoom To The Moon!||9/10/2009|
|5.||Title: Wave Love, Goodbye!||9/10/2009|
|6.||Ectasy My Ex Stacy||9/10/2009|
|7.||Thank You, Brother Ba||9/10/2009|
|10.||'Black Body Radiates Light'||9/23/2009|
|11.||Gino G Bellini Is A Very Good Man!||11/7/2009|
|12.||Veterans Of Life's War||11/7/2009|
|13.||Gaia Comes Out!||9/8/2009|
|14.||Devol Era Ouy||11/8/2009|
|15.||Happy Veteran's Day, Dad! (Honoring Ww2 Vets)||11/8/2009|
|16.||World Braves Won||11/9/2009|
|18.||Maya I Am||11/7/2009|
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Maya I Am
Repeated several times, consecutively, Maya becomes I am.
Barely an ice pick to iceberg tip,
we've discovered coverings,
tearing off layers of clothing from history's loins;
penniless thoughts, termed these coins.
I've ran around spiraling into subjective sham,
believing myself, hip, smart as a whip
breaking sound barrier over ordinary people kings
grappling at their own groins
Iam who I am, Maya
As Time/Space rips
matter facts in with sun hovering
vortexed to darkness shone
more than their shadows show, alone.
I sit upon a comfortable chair within a warm environment.
My body is not aching, nor is my mind turbulent, vexed.
Dead are entombed; fetus nicely sheltered in mother's womb.
Children play in fields of joyed wonder,
while the old settle in places to ponder.
I dream with my eyes open, hoping to see at last,
a White Devil.
They say, 'devils are red as fire that burns like hell! '
or 'black as night, where shadows all fell.'