the louderARTS Project

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Raj

El que viene de Bayamon, coje su sillon...

As a poet, Raj, is an unsolved algorithm challenging the audience before him. Puerto Rican and Colombian by way of a Saudi Arabian blood line makes "Geko Jones" (pronounced geh•co ho•nes) a chameleon of style. He delivers timeless imagery with subtlety and tumultuous rhyme schemes with ease. A regular at the Acentos showcase since it's inception, Raj brings the unexpected to the stage, no disclaimers.

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Thirst

When I had thirst,
She offered me drink from her well
So infatuated was I
I would have drank from a poisoned ink well
Until the fire of my desires for her
burned so deep in my veins
it left me no other alternative but to bleed myself dry
She is the drink that has left me thirsty
Still I have not drank enough
Had I hunger...
I would eat of her flesh
for I have climbed the tree of life
and went out on the furthest limb
amongst the ripening fruit
thatís where I found her
Her fragrance was like scent of orange blossoms in spring
I inhaled her so deeply that her presence was made
In my deepest chambers
and there I held her there until I became dizzy from her love

Thatís precisely when I started seeing stars

I collected them one by one
and loaded them into the barrel of
a one shot derringer made from a nautilus seashell
I aimed it at the moon and fired
Holding on tightly
with my right hand
and clutching her with my left
we began to ascend and ascend and ascend and ascend
past the clouds of heaven
through the atmosphere
past seven layers of stratosphere
until finally
we arrived
here
We floated in the silence of our stasis
and I noticed that her aura had been amplified
into flame-like iridescence
She had, in that instant, become the exact center of my universe
I saw images of myself as a child and realized
everything I was
everything I am
and everything I will be
all gravitated toward her
I studied the surface of her celestial body
And yearned to explore her terrain
down to the deepest crevices of her oceans
which then became my domain
Immersed in her waters
I was reborn, rejuvenated, exhilarated and inebriated
sipping only a taste of her wine
I walked on the water
Until reaching her shores
Climbed to her highest mountain
And called out her name but there was no response
I sang our song into the canyon
to hear the echoes of our thoughts
but I was lost
in her poem



© Raj



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