Category Archives: Poems

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.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.


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.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

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.

The stupids

The stupids are ruling the world
Their flag is flying unfurled
Their brains are mush
They talk in a rush
Yes, the stupids are ruling the world.

They say there’s no global warming
While our lives and our lands they’re deforming
They’re destroying our food
Our land is no good
Along with forests and bees that they’re harming.

They tell you that you’re overreaching
When you reject them they jail you for preaching
Harm to the state
They’ll decide your fate
Is an opportunity for example teaching.

The stupids talk of collateral damage
When families and lives they hemorrhage
In wars that are paid for
by you and by me
With our money other nations they damage.

The stupids own our administrations
While political parties peform castrations
On the water and the trees
And the fish and the bees
Yet they talk of average man frustrations.

The media has lost its heart
They’re locked in self-serving art
With news cycles and talking points
Fake credibility and self anoints
The media may as well depart.

So now it’s just you and me, my friends
Let’s leave the stupids and the trends
Let’s recover our world
Let our flag be unfurled
To you my hand now extends.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

What a terrible way to live

There lives by my house, a drunkard
Who sits all day on the street
Wasting away his life.
I see him everyday
Sometimes twice
And wonder why.
Some days I see him by the sea shore
Looking out into the ocean
Laughing aimlessly at the wild horses frolicking in the water.
I feel sorry for him.
I am judging him, of course
But when will he learn a different way?
Does he not know he should change
Before it’s too late?
What a terrible way to live.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

The supermoon

The supermoon was out there,
was out there through the night.
The supermoon was out there,
sending down its light.

It brightened all the things here,
it lit the wild cat’s way,
it showed her where her next meal hid
while she in hunger lay.

The supermoon was out there,
was out there late that night,
was out there for your wishes,
may darkness turn to light.

And if you missed the supermoon
just come along with me,
we’ll worship another supermoon
before we are history.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

Not by the shade of a pipal tree

Not by the shade of a pipal tree
Or by the waves of a stream,
But by the tears of a restless mind
My heart once had a dream.

There by an untouched rainbow line
Out on a ledge by the sky,
Wondering if twists and turns of love
Make me feel alive.

And by the waves of a moonless sky
Far, far away from the shore,
There by the curve of the seabed’s cry.
I’ll promise to love you more.

Soon on a night when Venus reigns
Away from the sun’s sweet glow,
There you will find me with a heart
Stilled by a mind wanting more.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved

Karava, karava, karvi cha

Karava, karava, karvi cha
Spread my beauty near and far,
Come into my dream on high,
Fly into my almighty sky.

Karava, karava, karvi cha
Let it all go, pain and scar,
Break yourself before the day
That you finally break away.

Karava, karava, karvi cha
Sweep your wings into my star,
Come and sit here by my side,
Let us try an unknown ride.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.

Then I met Mephistopheles

Then I met Mephistopheles
He sat there by the fire
Smiling while my body burned
Watching the flames go higher.

Mephistopheles was my friend
My friend who was a liar
She said she’d love me till the end
But I incurred her ire.

He said he’d kiss me with his lips
So all would soon admire
The magic from his fingertips
Embrace me with their fire.

I loved you, Mephistopheles
Your stories and your lyre
You enchanted me with your hips
I’m burning with desire.

Mephistopheles was my friend
Some days she was my lover
He said he’d love me till the end
Then he went undercover.

© 2013 Marlon de Souza. All rights reserved.