Poetry

1. MORTAL TO IMMORTAL
A zillionth time I commanded my hands to arduously work; and they still languidly
crept under silken carpets of sand; as the Sun majestically blazed from the sky,
A zillionth time I commanded my feet to march towards unflinching adventure; and
they still tickled the tantalizingly sensuous orchard of fructifying raspberries with their
big toes,
A zillionth time I commanded my lips to mumble inexhaustible hymns of
righteousness; and they still pursed themselves uncompromisingly to indefinitely feast
at the romantic moisture of the blowing mists,
A zillionth time I commanded my eyes to indefatigably search for newness in the
atmosphere; and they still shut themselves into invincible sleep; to celestially fantasize
into a land beyond infinite infinity,
A zillionth time I commanded my skin to ardently perspire; to nurture the
true spirit of existence; and it still intransigently craved for an unstoppably fiery
embrace; aimlessly loitering on avalanches of white ice,
A zillionth time I commanded my throat to diffuse into endlessly humanitarian
melody that would wonderfully mitigate every tyrannized echelon of humanity; and it
still unceasingly drowned itself into tawdrily voluptuous rivers of scarlet wine,
A zillionth time I commanded my shadow to blissfully mollify the drearily bedraggled
traveler; and it still purposelessly sauntered through the inscrutable forests;
perennially wanting to bond with limitless compassion,
A zillionth time I commanded my blood to peacefully coalesce with the ocean
of priceless oneness; and it still tempestuously gushed up and down my veins; like an
untamed volcano in the corpses of hell,
A zillionth time I commanded my hair to compassionately swirl towards the
aisles of ebullient paradise; and they still lackadaisically smothered amidst phlegmatic
dry leaves stonily staring towards chocolate brown soil,
A zillionth time I commanded my bones to tirelessly surge to miraculously
ameliorate the haplessly orphaned; and they still ached and sanctimoniously
groaned till the realms of eternity; at the tiniest puff of wind,
A zillionth time I commanded my nape to drift towards every of those despairing
dwellings which needed me the most; and it still laconically couched beneath a cistern

2. of enthralling pearls; reminiscing the most immaculate moments of its life under their
pristine glimmer,
A zillionth time I commanded my ears to unendingly listen to the unfathomably royal
melody of mother nature; and they still intractably drifted towards the raunchily
blaring music of the inarticulate discotheque,
A zillionth time I commanded my conscience to impregnate itself with nothing
else but peerlessly sparkling truth; and it still sporadically got carried away towards the
devastatingly obsolete mist of blatantly decrepit lies,
A zillionth time I commanded my belly to gyrate uninhibitedly to the tunes
of the unbelievably unhindered nightingale; and it still did nothing else but
gluttonously gobbling countless morsels of food in a single minute; before becoming
the snore of the fathomless planet outside,
A zillionth time I commanded my brain to spell bindingly innovate; and it still
immutably delved into moments of my unfettered childhood; the laziness encircling
each of my bones; when I snoozing in the lap of my sacrosanct mother,
A zillionth time I commanded my skeleton to devote every bit of its entrapped
energy to the service of eternally unbreakable mankind; and still it wasted its
amazingly Herculean tenacity; into seductively titillating women and wine,
A zillionth time I commanded my teeth to incessantly chew for the unfortunately old;
and still they irrevocably spent their entire lifetime; masticating such a stolen pedigree
of fruit; which in never any birth was ever theirs,
A zillionth time I commanded my breath to ignite inimitably passionate fires
even in the heart of frigid ice; and it still endlessly flowed without the slightest reason
or ostensibly sagacious rhyme,
But before I could ever perceive an ethereal iota or ever dream to authoritatively
command; my heart had already commenced to bond its beats with infinite fragments
of love; my heart had already commenced to perpetually burgeon with the
Omnipotent freshness of creation; my heart had already commenced to
metamorphose every mortal into immortal with the power of; omnipresent
friendship.