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are coming down.
and with them
dragon-scale roof tiles,
whirling in a triangle
By the railroad track
This east mountain waits,
Inside the dark hut made
it shall outlast our days
in the rotting shade of a
Don't Let Farmers Run You Overdon’t let farmers run you over, grandpa
and I almost asked him what was wrong with farmers,
but his head swung,
his ears tied into tightropes in his neck
and his teeth gritted like dull machinery --
as they crack themselves to life
and the brown gears, groaning with rust,
and the smell of mildew growing deep
within these machine guts
play spread-eagle on his cheek.
-- to make his soul a giant lava lamp,
with the faces of a biography in its crescent shape.
and the half-moon plays its tune upon his old lips;
in silver upon the unshaven slide of his skin,
bursting with memories like a waterfall of white pills,
the ballet dancers playing with the moon in the shape of brilliant stars
and in that movement, his eyes are no color at all they are
and in the wake
of his visions are seen the portraits of Animal Farm,
whose people dug holes with their fingers
tented into shovels.
hundreds of pounds of dirt
packed into rough sackcloth;
hundreds of m
Decima ItalianaClouds appearing as streaks of pink
Across the cerulean skies
Compel me to employ the ink
Of my pen to poeticize
As the silent beauty of dusk
Fades into the shadow of night
I sense the darkness in my bones
And despite the touch of moonlight
I have never felt more alone
My soul nothing more than a husk
ProphecyI'm traveling aboard the sands:
Traveling, trying just to understand...
Wishing I could read aloud Almighty's plan
Like an angel-gypsy would, from mortal hands
Hear the empires of the world in fright,
"God, show us mercy before might!"
Who lights the oil in darkest night,
What spark could make evil take flight?
There's too much terror, too much pain,
Don't want to pulpit-preach ever again,
What shred of comprehension can I claim?
The desire to know everything is just our stain.
See the world without somebody opening my eyes
Live a life without living a leisure of lies
Say words that myself and I can understand
Give and take without eating the palm of your hand
Make a criminal rage in an innocent street
Break a heart that can't lift itself up to its feet
Change a life that was changing on time of its own
Hurt a father, a sister, a household, a home
Drink the bile of resentment and swallow the dregs
Take the walk of shame proudly, on my battered legs
I will beat back your demons and scream out the truth
My love, I am not an abuser like YOU
Earth Doesn't Need usWe are the humans, a distinctive race
But life our planet has no need.
We rock the land outside and in,
Fueled by selfishness and greed.
Though some are driven by intentions of good,
To mend the wounds and smooth the rough.
Scaled to those opposed and dormant,
The efforts and ideals don’t prove enough.
It’s time we crack down and stand up tall,
Provide our species some clarity.
Show what we can do and what we’re doing,
Let the doubtful, destructive, and careless see.
Overlords of the food chain we hunt any and all.
For rations but also material gain.
Killing dying species for their rarity and hides,
Getting closer to wiping them out of this plane.
Nature’s prosperous, harmonious cycle of life,
What dies and what thrives is all meant to be.
Then we butt in with our trucks, trash and axes,
Breaking, staining ground, downing tree after tree.
The Earth’s own creatures just take what they must,
Humans dredge, destroy and build what they please.
Forest acres eve
My CoreMy Core
Many people who have met me wonder
What lies deep within, and beyond
The range of physical vision
A secret? A dark deed? Perhaps love
If 't were a secret, then who would I tell
We all know that secrets lie in our hearts
Unless we confess to heaven above
Well my heart has kept its toll of anger
I wrote once many years ago
That the corridors of my heart and mind ring
With the haunting echoes
Of an irate mother
Occasionally I hear my brother
So the secrets locked within heart and mind
Surface in my moments of weariness
If I could leave them all behind
And take my long needed rest
Ah then surely I would be blessed
No greater joy than peace
That lies there too
A vast warm and calm sea
With its sunny shore
Just for my love and me
A refreshing seclusion
Away from the doubt and confusion
proof of lifehuman condition
proof of life
Song of the ButterflyYou held my wings apart
watched me, flutter and shake
supspended in animation...
When you asked, when will she break?
You rubbend the dust from my wings
so I may never fly again.
Though my spirit is still not moved
and still you ask yourself, 'when'?
Your prisoner inside of a bottle
hidden for but a time.
Can your eye, discern not judgement?
Can you lead the blind?
Can you see how you've never held me?
For the lips of truth ARE my wings.
Look again, inside of your bottle - empty!
Hear the song that the butterlfy sings.
True CrimeShe was a guilty soul, damned the child she mothered;
With a heart full of love her hands had him smothered.
Sloth was his sin, for he couldn't be bothered
to Raise the nameless faceless whom he had fathered.
He lived six years a machine part with a price on his head
Until the begotten lay claim to his mangled body, dead.
His labor values to his grave, shallow in dirt;
He deteriorated his small hands for your shirt.
As the days went by, she got thinner and thinner,
She soon died from many nights without dinner.
After three years she was company enough to die alone
Because the parents have never brought her home.
Only nineteen and forced into it she had no other resort,
but to furtively sever the spine of a life to abort.
Blood spilled stemming from her lover's rejection,
Soon she joins her child in death from an infection.
Unclear is reality, life so melancholic,
to be Birthed from the womb of an alcoholic.
One day the bastard would know why Charlie was his name;
No use for love of a s
Raven and the DoveCry mercy - and remember
though locked with a key
(in this place, called memory)...
Where truth is bounty, thou can'st not run
yet it be born unto misery.
The dove flys with the raven
dark with the light;
together, they shant exist...
As the wind in the hand, face answereth to water
and the sands spill forth of the fist...
If life be like unto love without thee
than rather, I'd die this day;
my only true love, for whom I am born
through wrong choice my heart knows the grave.
As a firery arrow pierced to the heart
by this, my love awakened
to witness the cruelty engulfed in his soul
by essence, we are forsaken...
Be thou forever, therefore, vigilant!
With a steadfast eye;
Give thyself unto, 'her' care.
Let dove behold dove - through the heaven's light
THE CRYS OF HELL
should the raven be there.
The Wordless Song
If Hope is the thing with feathers
Then I am its silvery cage,
And I hold all the scribbles and writings
That my Hope has returned to the page.
The singing is soft and devoted,
A quiet, benevolent theme.
It fills up the glorified bird cage
Like a sleepy and somnolent dream.
The tune is a sorrowful silence
That drifts in a limitless grace.
And I know that it never stops singing,
Lest my soul by its wishes erase.
I could never continue without it,
This beautiful, radiant bird.
For it carries my love and emotion
And changes them into a word.
what love is not.it was a s l o p p y first kiss where
my drunk lips fumbled against yours.
the dull thwack of my heart,
locked behind curved ribs
cleared my groggy brain,
clouded with lustful premonitions.
it was an e l e c t r i f y i n g first kiss where
you entwined your hands in my hair.
your mouth encompassed mine and
my breath became lost in the steady
of your chest.
it was a s h y first kiss where
i pulled away before you could explore.
your tongue grazed my teeth,
searching for a way past the ivory gates.
i dug my finger into the stubble along your jaw,
my nail lulling your carnal desires.
it was my first kiss with you.
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