Syzygy – Feb. 28, 2025

What’s with the world today?
What was it yesterday?
Oh, Earth is doing fine.
Watch that—a planetary parade—,
The gang walking seven abreast.

Sun sees it as a single file,
Like Mercury said,
“Got a problem? Please, get in line.”
Venus, mars, Jupiter, Saturn, Uranus, Neptune…
Willy nilly Earth have not made it in time.

A gentle gravitational tug—
A shove would start a fight.
Talk about sibling rivalry,
Softened by the distance.

Earth might say in its mind,
“Pluto, you sneaky bastard,
I think you miss the old days.
All nine of us gathered. Hence, Aligned.”
Pluto says, “Not in a million years”.

Syzygy: Conjunction. A collinear configuration of two or more celestial bodies; an alignment in a straight line.

Anthology Reveries that I call Poetry | by T!el Fajardo

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Since I have some time now, I’ve put together this anthology for you all. If you think my effort is worth it and the quality is good, feel free to buy me a coffee,  there’s a button at the end too. Feel free to share this post and comment too.

I’ve also added a few extra poems that you might not have seen before.

How This Works

I’m testing an intricate idea here. This post is a single post with a collection of poems separated by pages (you might see page breaks depending on where you are reading this), with chapters and titles organized by the appropriate headings (no hyperlinks). Call it my postfolio; it’s a post analogous to a book.

Introduction

Welcome to a journey through language, writing, and the metatextual world of poetry. We’ll explore how language can be both a creative tool and a barrier. From the playful frustration of crumpled drafts to the powerful imagery of ink and blood, these verses challenge traditional forms, blending free verse with deliberate constraints.

The author

Pages: Page 1, Page 2, Page 3, Page 4, Page 5, Page 6, Page 7, Page 8, Page 9, Page 10, Page 11, Page 12, Page 13, Page 14, Page 15, Page 16, Page 17, Page 18, Page 19, Page 20, Page 21, Page 22, Page 23, Page 24, Page 25, Page 26, Page 27, Page 28, Page 29, Page 30, Page 31, Page 32, Page 33, Page 34, Page 35, Page 36, Page 37, Page 38

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Ink Over Blood

Rain down the reign
Wash away royal blood
The old king’s dead
Long live, new king
Provided the kingdom remains

Gold rule, dark days,
Poet lies, folk sway.
Word wars, fake lore,
King dead, none lead.

See, these four-word verses
Like the four-letter words
Picture a wicked world;
Curse all the kings
For the poet’s takeover.
[The poet takes over.]

T!el Fajardo
Feb. 10, 2024

Crisis Lines

Adult life sucks.
When you’d have the strength
to fight wrongdoers,
to keep your stance,
you’re just too busy
dealing with your traumas,
battling your demons,
feeling like the one to blame‒
every other day.
Any other day I’d write a wonder.
Not today.
—

There’s no use…
misused.
I could have used
a little help.
—

At times,
I can’t help but cry.
What could help but try?
—

A lot more to say;
This isn’t where I end‒
only where discretion starts.
—

Negatives

Gaslit mind, mine is blind.
Sunlit eyelids, covered eyes.
Afterimage, booby prize.

It couldn’t be any different,
Out of sight, out of mind.
A snap of a finger (hypnotic drive).
Brainstorming impulse; cloudy eyes.

While karma’s a bitch,
trauma is its son.
Creativity is a burden;
It might as well die.

All the photos I refused to take,
All the group photos I was left out of,
Aren’t making it any better;
The negatives neither.

As X so Y

I can’t remember for the life of me
How the life before
This one went.
Rumor has it that as before so after.
Legends say it, “as above so below.”
Here I stand, in middle ground.

I won’t be surprised
If in what’s left, in some afterlife
I can’t remember what the death of me was;
How life used to be.

Great point to be—between rumors and legends; pre-existence and death.

On the Tracks

I passed along some lyrics to the AI (suno.com), and thought I’d share what came out of that.
They weren’t gathering dust — I kept coming back to them.
They carry specific harmonies and melodies the AI just wouldn’t replicate.
I wanted to see if it could capture my vision.
It can’t. Not yet.
But I embraced that — and veered off course completely, just for the fun of it.

Yet, here are two songs that came out better than expected.

To start off, think of a dark pop and cinematic trap ballad blend, featuring female vocals. Emotionally intense, hushed in the verses, powerful in the chorus.
The tempo is slow to mid, with a smoky, layered production — sparse rhythms in the verses, explosive hits and vocal harmonies in the chorus.
The overall theme: karmic revenge through intimacy.

Now, listen to Song A:

For a B version, listen to it here:

https://suno.com/s/dlsh4bfZ3fPVip1e

And, to song B, a trap, swing folk, blend (well, kinda):

For a B version, https://suno.com/s/Os5VzFpOKtHLSF2G

Now this has a widget for my music, that I’ll keep tweaking and updating. Stay tuned.