Dario Mohr artS, LLC

COPYRIGHT 2015 DARIO MOHR, ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

LOSING


An addict to the game

Lost within the labyrinth of flames

Misleading conduits leading me astray

While I toil and suffocate

Under your bright guise

Chasing tunnels of lies

I try to look you down the center for truth

I want to run right through you

But fear I wont get anywhere

But face to face with what I fear

Death is lurking beyond this fiery wall

Transcendence still a lesser priority then the fall

And though I know its my prerogative that's at fault

I just keep running to avoid it all

Heart Hole 


She lacks the capacity to truly love.

Loud and extroverted she makes her presence known

Most are hypnotized by the shadow she casts

but are too dazed to look directly into her lead point eyes

Few take a good look and if they are a good judge of character

They add no fuel to her fire

As she is feisty and cannot be snuffed out

And to attempt to would only degrade them.

She only longs for another when she is not noticed

But an adaptable animal she learns to dismiss them first for some hate fueled excuse

but once in a longer while she meets her cavity mate

And that person makes for her largest threat 

For that hunger for affection compels her to conquer his heart

Fickle and unsure, that person comes around

And when the transition of roles climaxes

She turns away from him

Leaving the bitch bewildered

Until he flips the script and she is the bottom feeder

So they play the dance of dominance/ submission

It is the only relationship their ignorance can reinforce

Parasitically, the 2 burrow codependently to hell

Ending only in what they so singlemindedly see as hatred for one another

when at the heart of their relationship

they are 2 individuals who truly despise themselves

Unable to bear the glaring epiphany

That their self worth is tied to their desirability is reinforced by another.

Vulnerable Predators, they feed on eachothers lives until they are no more

Antisocial lovers dying alone


Blind the Sky

14 billion years before me 

The elaborated whole was created by the divine trinity

hydrogen, helium and lithium

formed solar systems

star twisters found within everything animals perceive emperically

But as anomalies to the system we analyze more critically

through division our visions form concept

Peering into an object magnified

We see cauliflower and snowflakes fractalized

to our pores and veins further exemplified

Too much information for our tiny imaginations

Invisibly interconnected to spirit we cannot envision

And though our forefathers used myths to compartmentalize

We begin to live in veneration without divine personified

The I or the Atman acts as us collectively

and like a comet seperately directed by our own trajectory

We deliver light based on our particular destiny

A gift bestowed at birth but forgetten through education

Human domestication blinded to blackness us for centuries

Now we blind the sky with brilliant emanation

ATTENTION


A Solitary Creator with no voice


hidden behind pen and paper without choice


Musing on the courage to be front in center


Departing from every door to enter


Dismissing  before it is missed


But to what purpose do to resist?


This illogical abyss 


Keeping me from spiritual bliss


Rendering me speechless 


I take to the mic annunciating soundless words


Enduring the most deafening silence I'd ever heard


Until vocals blurt out


Cringing as candid words fall from my mouth


Displaying everything that i am


Not through sentence but in hand


Till I then stumble into silence with whispers dispersing about


Heart lodged in the throat and Im about to cough it out


SELECT POEMS 2012-2014

Our Day is Coming


Our day is coming


Watching all of this chaos and wondering


How will our shows turn out next month


Act calm at work but it's all a front


stand tall yet it's a crippling burden


So much in my mind rehearsing


Though soon we will have our reprieve.


Pushing forward to achieve


We have much more to our destiny


Im learning to bring out the best in me

There is strength and character to accrue


Within both of us, then playing guru


to help each other through


On abundance we will be clear and we will persevere


Tenacity 


Your tenacity and drive


Keeps the child inside alive


No need to stay provincial


Limitless is your potential


Timeless is your trajectory


Though This life ends indefinitely


If only enough hours in the day


Enough minutes to watch your display


Enough seconds to watch the show play


Enough time to watch you on stage


So much potential in you


So many options on what to do


So little time to decide what avenue


No need to limit yourself


Like the greats who dedicate their wealth


Not measured in proceeds from what sells


Rather the time invested meditating on self


Art is what we live for


And your art is to be adored


POEM: Votive Collective


Votive candles flickering n the dark


Cowering when the wind is harsh


dancing when the breeze is right


standing atop that wick tall and bright


it is up to us to elevate


that sinking flame that is our fate


Let the mantra refortify


the collapsing quantum fabric we stand on to testify


That atman is the only truth in this matrix of lie


And is the spirit that animates all encased form


Votives we are all born


A wax tomb we will be sealed


but as we are buried we must rekindle


Reinforcing our existence 


stretching beyond the resistance 


further extending against with persistence


Magnetic light collectively reenergizing 


burning torches spiritually synergizing


A supernova traveling through space


burning up the meteorites that stand in our way


Dementia


Shell of the ghost


cracked open leaking yoke


slowly we drain out


From advent till our time plays out


A newborn in decay 


Under our bird cousins of Prey


Hovering over head


singing hymns our my death bed

Blue Note


Wise to the system


Givin them conniptions


Irritating distracted senses


Til their transformation commences


Blue note melody of truth


Correcting chaotic attitude


Stopping their disjointed interlude


flatlining them to mute


So they can listen to the tune


vibrational wavacles beat their drums


While octopi tentacles suction cup


Writing on the walls of their membrane


Once Insain now on the conscious plane


Flooding their brains with ink


Introspective messages making em think


Taking em back from the brink


Captivated they can't even blink