(He)lios [Poem]

My Interview with The Mystic Nebula!

Go here to read the whole thing: http://mysticnebula.com/2013/05/17/interview-with-eva-poetex/

Thank you so much, Chris Vera for this wonderful opportunity. Mystic Nebula is a truly beautiful website full of amazing mystical poetry. Check it out and submit some of your own there, if you so choose: http://mysticnebula.com/submissions/

Cosmic Crooks (Poem)

i asked him if he stole
Uranus and a doppel-
gänger of his
the moment I noticed
the rare turquoise tinge
of those to-die-∞-times-for
irises
he nodded
proudly
told me not to tell
a single soul &
immediately usurped
my thud-ding Mars
“I’m not the only crook”
his left cosmic eye winked

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Wisdom of the Day #7

(If Nature Possessed) Vox Humana [Poem]

If flowers were to speak
they’d say: Stop picking me!
The dandelions especially
would scream: Stop blowing me–
I will not grant you your wishes–
ever heard of karma?

The grassblades yell at the top
of their tiny chlorophylled lungs
when your lawn-mower(mauler)
comes to life atop of them, but
the monster’s moans muffle
their helpless yelps.

The sun charrs and cancers us
only to rudely remind us:
You’re the one who’s thinning
nature mother’s protective layer–
We could have been friends, you know?

The clouds would cough and weep
for the toxins we keep on force-
feeding them.

Ever wonder why the sky is blue?
Forget about the blue and red shift nonsense–
This ever-expansive lady has just got the blues
’cause she sees the wounded seas, the
demolitioned trees, the scrapers of sky,
view-obstructing buildings, wheeled machines
that rob Gaia of her once-growing glow.

She mourns over our bioaccumulated bodies,
The moon tries to comfort her although
he also knows
of the continuous wars occuring
down below.

The ants wonder if we’re aware — that
we’re ants too, only bigger, but smaller
than the grand-cosmic-expanse.

The stars speak to us every night:
When you gaze at us,
you’re really gazing at
yourself.

And those of us that are entrapped
in big superfulously lit
cities — we have a faint view
of our innermost selves;
Our glints dimmed
by the things we do
that we refuse
to label as sin.

If a barn owl could verbally
philosophize — that’s what
she’d say, oh, and:
Wake up before
your home of crust
+ h2O decays!

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Dolphin Afterlife

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Everyone Needs Their Own Cataclysmic Catalyst (Poem)