Category Archives: Poems



Flows like a river that never runs dry
Through all of the seasons
From ocean to sky
It’s ready on call
In thick and in thin
It’s there when we fall
If we look within
But few among us
Will go down that path
And most of us all
Will seek not the heart

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Smaller deaths and dodgeball

Even imminent mortal death
is sometimes not enough
to break the fatal lure
of pleasure covered
pain that promises
to fully block out
smaller deaths
so let it hit
you now
of the



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Somewhere I have not lived

Somewhere I have not lived
right where a child’s heart lives
Some days life passes by
and I have not much to give
Some paths I have trod too long
where hardships never cease
Some days I cannot tell
the dark storm from the breeze.

Sometimes I look out at where
the crows and sparrows fly
and all I see is darkness there
as darkness is my eye
And some days I’m lost in thought
when life comes sailing in
for my heart is so distraught
at regrets unlost within.

Sometimes the path ahead seems long
even when it’s short
and those times are times of grief
that I have overbought.
And some days the winding road
seems to have no end
And then you look at me and smile
and keep me going, my friend.

© 2014 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

May your star shine bright

May your star shine bright

may you join with the other stars in the galaxies
to celebrate the best in you.

Let your path be lit by brighter stars
and richer galaxies
welcoming you
to outshine them with your beauty
and your voice.

May you inspire other stars
to spread their beauty
and their light
across the darkest spots
of the universe

and may you be



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I chased eternity for a long time,
running this way and that
and I suffered for it.

So I gave up,
tired and exhausted.

Then eternity found me.

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May your path be illuminated, my love

Isham ipsilam ishar gur
Gayantaka waranaka ambichur
Esha vakti karavi chol
Dhamara ari vakta dharmi hor.

Eeshee ashee ekchala nai
Ekta arabadu karamala stayr
Keefa kuruvila karamu chiar
Aravika dhammakara dahar or.

Ainday ponday prekasur karim
Amma, appa, let me dream.
When it is my time to play
Come and join me or go away.

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children again

A lifetime ago,
Mephistopheles offered me self knowledge.
I did not take it –
I was too consumed by battles
with the powers that were,
intent on making them realize
the folly of their false, misguided Godly beliefs.
I wasted my time with all that,
and all the years in between.

Now Mephistopheles is knocking on my door again.
I will not turn him down this time.
I am you, Mephistopheles,
you are me, and I and you
and me and we
are children of gods and wise men free.

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It was just last week
that my father struck me across the face
at the dinner table
for daring to question
the superiority of his god.
There is only one god and it is ours,
he said.
I told him his god was not mine,
that mine, if I ever had one,
would be unnamed, undefined, unsigned.
He struck me again
and threw me out of his house.

This week
I was told that my father died.
He was given the last rites of his faith;
I wonder which god he met,
his or mine.

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In passing

A ceramic bowl, a sacred plate
were found at the site –
offerings to a Mayan god.
A cross, a tomb –
signs of where that other god appeared.
A minaret, a temple,
ritual lashings and prostrations
and twenty-five hundred saints and martyrs
prove loyalty to other gods.
Yet my god has no symbols,
asks for no shrines
and demands no rituals
but that I learn to sit silently
by a quiet stream
and listen
or watch my dog sniff invisible scents
while I look at the vast sky
and fly

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.