INKING TRANSMISSIONS

INKING TRANSMISSIONS

Ricardo Antonio Garcia

Modified

by time the surreal clock stopped.

You had

completed the first circle

and your shoes

have tracked the steps of your worth.

Youth

is embedded inside of you

though the passing years remind you

it’s the end

you will remain insistent

and prideful, but lost.

Your magic carpet hovers

and it has taken you

where you always wanted to go.

Where

will the journey take you now

trespassing over a fence 

where a mans silhouette

calls

into the wind of your change?

Where will you

dare walk in the sunken alleyways

and contrive

to be yourself all over again, and

are you ready

to be born into another sphere of self?

Modified by love

your relationship is a friendship

whose healed scars did not deliver 

the thrust of your heartbeat.

Fulfilling your desires 

your pride runs muddy

though the river is obese and wide

the struggle still continues 

to beat against you.

How does a happy woman

not have it all align

spelling grief in uncertain terms.

Inking your transmissions

I have forged myself

into your Soul haven’t I?

Where will time

and space fortify your hunger

morphing your beauteous body

into the arms of your lover

knowing that you know nothing?

Will your exotic natures

give back what you have taken

and grow

a flower of a different species?

Can you consummate

the mind of divinity in prose?

Modified by consciousness

you hold on to the hand

of a Zen Universe

spinning from his eyes

without considering that he is playing

with your thoughts.

Youth can never be returned

but in your prism

you rainbow yourself

with his knowledge in hopes

that you

can sail away with him, forevermore.

Continue

inking your transmissions

and time

will flutter into its beginnings anew.