Reading Traffic

I keep clamoring to comprehend
this constant stream of words
that fills my head like big city traffic.

I hear the hum like rubber to pavement,
every one headed in its own direction,
each following well-worn paths,
on a journey to reach their destination.

All this movement reads like noise to
those who aren’t familiar with its sound,
but for some of us, we wouldn’t know
what to do with the silence.

So steadily, we contemplate translation;
deciphering the message of motion,
as we wonder exactly what all the horns,
and wheels, and doors, are trying to tell us.

-Alisha Jael

Manic Mood Music

Melodies arise within
awkward noise
creating curious sounds
that mimic words
Manic mood music
for the psychologically enhanced
Rhythms that inspire
dormant tendencies to wake
breaking bad habits of
routine acceptance
while playing with
the possibility of adventure
This is where it all begins
where thoughts
become notation
become inspiration
become poetry
This is where sound
meets silent understanding
breaking barriers with
beats that vibrate
on levels finite wisdom
has yet to comprehend
A perfect blend of
harmony and mystery
paradoxically comprised to create
a symphony of madness
a poetic masterpiece

-Alisha Jael

Spirit Sounds

Voices bark with the tongues of demons,
telling me I’ll never be more than I am,
more than I’ve always been
The sounds set my ears on fire,
threatening to engulf my brain
if I can’t find a way to make it stop,
so I strain to find a hint of something different,
a sign that the dogs of defeat could possibly be wrong
I know, somehow, that
musical notes laced in angelic harmonies
play songs of transformation,
but it is unlike any music known to man
It is hidden in the silence,
and only those familiar with the languages of God,
will know how to listen
Only hearts that are open to their
own limitations will ever transcend
within its transparency

I sing a song I never knew, I knew,
and in my confusion I grasp onto
words and try to translate them
into nonsense I can comprehend

We are everything and nothing
our infinite energies charged to
defy our personal gravities,
if only we’ll let them.
If only we’d stop getting lost in
our fears of deathly chatter,
and sing, no matter how out of tune,
with the notes that only spirits remember
We are as small as our vision
We are as capable as our voices
We are as worthless as we believe
We are a choice
Everything and nothing
clothed in the flesh of existence,
holding eternity in our pocket,
next to the shiny copper penny
we picked up for luck

-Alisha Jael

Speaking Your Name

my lips utter your name vainly
a cool breeze the only caress
that will undress me tonight
thoughts of you scatter into
the universe and become starlight
brightening the darkness with
incomprehensible chatter
speaking in intricacies of time
for moments that seem eternal
I lose myself in the sight of
this radiantly shaded language
hearing my own light begin
to rise in unconscious accord
epiphanies resonate around me
and I begin to see myself as I am
an imperceptible speck of essence
a simple syllable within a word
within a language within a truth
that exists beyond my finite perceptions
enlightened… I drift away
transcending the impure patterns
of speech we accept as reality
allowing the purity of honesty
to teach me true communication
if only you were here with me tonight
listening to the unadulterated starlight
we could coexist within this world
of wordless understanding
where there would be no lips,
no names, no disconnection
absolutely nothing to utter in vain