poetry

She searched nearby circles 

and remote possibilities,

Seeking additional gurus and 

more true absolutes.

She danced in the light of darkness,

Inhaled fantastic scents, 

Drank crystalline drops of nectar and

Found wonderfully worthy events.

She fingered golden rings and

Mandalas of enlightenment. 

Fearless explorations spawned

Moments of significance.

Eternally majestic devotion, 

Exceeding likelihoods.

Seeking another mentor 

Gifting nuanced humanhood.

Her’s a lifetime search

Rewarded in many ways,

As wrinkles drew a future, 

never to be escaped.

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

I see it not 

I feel ashamed 

Fear is greater than the

Yet unexplained.

I push all out 

’til nought exists. 

Blank slated — born anew 

in search of pure 

essential truths. 

Fear not

Unique needs 

Fires of desires

are fruitful too.

Calm down and 

Breathe deeply.

Your heart sings along

purifying rains.

Liquid sunshine

Hibiscus bloom, in 

Embarrassingly colorful contrasts

to fashionable New York black.

Yes, I am a liberal New Yorker

Born a Jew

As the song says “all you need is…”

Yet so few are.

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

Do we need

SPECIAL feelings

When opposites prevail?

Suffering,

Suffering the destruction of fantasy 

positively cracks your mask.

Cheated reactions,

The death of imaginings meant

To protect and bolster

often dispense the opposite.

Feel your less’ness.

Deflate that puffed-up chest and cleanse your

masked face of false realities.

React to the pain

Ready yourself to let go.

Pained with getting real?

Are there any pleasures left?

Might it be just wonderful 

and much less tiring to

simply just be

YOURSELF!

Now, that is being SPECIAL.

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

This daddy-gilded boy king, 

born with a golden spoon in his mouth

Is a gold-plated tin false god. 

With yellowed hair and gilded lust,

Spouting empty-plated fables.

Enriching himself and favored spawn.

While others die in need.

He is the billionaire Donald T

Of whom his followers dream and drink

his piss-colored saccharined cool-aid.

Wake up your heart.

Free children from cages being

deported into hostility,

Look at his doings, not meaningless words.

His realm is for the powerfully greedy.

His followers fear 

sacred sissies. His followers

fear truely golden light.

Preferring a dark soul with 

yellow-belly hair. 

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

Three

Five

Eight

Ten

God decided when

BANG

BIRTHED us and ALL

Small and tall

Beings of energy

You, me, them, non-binary and ALL.

Nature bestowed more 

Than our possible understanding.

Gifts to enjoy, see, be, the

Many sides of wondrous.

LGBTQ MYOB* — LOVE, FEEL, HATE AND WONDER

Seeds TO LEARN

Air TO INSPIRE

Oceans to wet our DESIRE

Shit to FERTILIZE, orchards, orchids, and mushrooms

Or to throw on others, downer…

Thousands of incarnations…

cycles for soul development

yet

God's gifts can shrink and wither

or

God's gifts can grow and bloom

LGBTQ MYOB — LOVE, FEEL, HATE AND WONDER

All elements to grow our souls

Your next step,

Your next path?

LOVE, FEEL, HATE AND WONDER

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

                                                         * Mind Your Own Business

Love for you fills the valleys of my being.

It vanquishes darkness at sunrise.

It fills my heart with the fragrance of lavender, and 

soothes me like the rhythms of gentle April rains.

It’s a love that takes wing from sparrows’ nests, as

Melodies roll forth from forests deep.

Strength is a gift in my love’s caress,

It lions my heart when advisors dismiss.

That which I could only have dreamed

Am I truly here in blazing hope?

A blessing or a wilted rose?

Fearing each thorn’s prick.

Bathe me in mountain springs,

Lead me into crystalline pools.

Am I cleansed of disappointments?

Or are they written into my eternal soul?

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

Bouquets of roses by his casket

Were only thorns that pierced my heart.

Tears flowed, well-wishers intruded 

With soothing words that could never cure.

Bleached out, feeling faint 

far from being there and able,

Aaron grabbed my arm and sat me down.

"Breath, breath," he whispered. 

Days later, sitting by the lake

Unshaven and unwashed

Having eaten almost nothing,

Vodka soothed my screamed-out throat.

Give me one more chance to 

Grasp that golden ring

One more ride on 

The fairytaled carousel.

Return the innocence of my youth.

Let me laugh and ride, just

Once more on the merry-go-round

Feeling the loving warmth of his touch.

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

Microscopically examined and

Viewed from a distance…

Great lengths taken to

theorize, summarize and actualize.

Without which you cannot know

About the heavenly breath

And the beautiful spirit of all.

Look closely and view from afar

All on earth is a vision of a vision.

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

If current “truth” is 

incompatible with facts

Exit the balderdash.

~ Marvin Berk, 2020

NOW is the magic 

The moment when awe drops in

Slow down and listen. 

Hymns call out for you

Songs for those who dwell in open

Heavenly flowered gardens.

Mother and children

Live in heavenly places

Their crystalline world.

~ Marvin Berk, 2020