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SilenceI met her in a dim-lit room. Beside myself,
I was enraptured by her simplicity, and
conquered thoughts left astray long ago by
her grace. She was lovely, draped in a ricochet
of blood pounding through my veins. She held an
eerie familiarity in her thin, bony arms and
grinned a night sky of stars. I watched with awe as
she sat close beside me, so our knees just barely kissed.
Yet we were distant. Both of us: lost, in longing to be
found and worshiped like the gods that molded us in spite.
She held modesty between two elegant fingers
that dusted the surface of my very being. It was, at long
last, kind. I listened eagerly to the melody laced in her
voice, and swayed to the beat. So soft, so merciful.
Yet she fumbled a B flat. Bustling cities and harsh cries
stirred like parasites in the pit of her belly, leaving
gratitude beneath vice. Yet my lady held that night sky
between two pale, white lips. She curved them, humbly, returning
to a forgotten melody. And I, unbeknownst to myself, struc
GratitudeYou asked me how I was today, so I
looked up at the bright blue bars above
me, where the departed - oceans away -
took refuge in frozen time. I answered,
You asked me about the weather as
the clouds wept liquid bullets, who
familiarized themselves with marching soldiers,
and crashed to Earth, forgotten. I answered,
You asked me what was new as lives began and flew
from wombs; as cities burned and good men died;
as rebels saved and saviors lied;
as mothers wept upon the end; as bullets soared
through the sky. I answered,
CircumstanceHe was, through circumstance, a hero.
He knew the corpses of a thousand men,
some as brothers, some as strangers. Each
a new name he bothered not to familiarize himself
with, or a family he dared not meet. He conquered
the unknown, and the unwanted with a modest
handful of bullets; he ranked himself among gods
by his superior's orders, and a loaded AK-47
he received the day he enlisted. I learned
to hail him as a hero through circumstance.
She was, through circumstance, a murderer.
She never knew his corpse,
only the memory of a New York night and
cold, cruel brick walls. She knew a voice
that demanded, hands that took, and a pain
that tore through her in ways she could hardly
fathom. She never knew a name. Only a stranger
who bothered not familiarize himself with her,
and a corpse she dared not think of. She was
conquered by the unknown by a modest threat to
her life; she ranked herself among the damned
by her incapability to prevent it, and the empty
apartment that echoed the pitter-
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.
HonestyShe walks beside a reaper late at night,
Her pleas hung as a noose around his bones:
They paced the willow seemingly alone
But the moon grew brighter in her spite.
The reaper breathes a sooner, heavy sigh
And listened, hallowed, by the woman's shriek
That ricocheted like bullets; their mystique
Dependent on a pleading mother's cry.
Beneath the willow, now, lay two departed
Beside a reaper who'd just barely started
To tear the world from its triumphant lie:
The lie of living honest in the womb
Of gods they knew in faith, but shunned in doom;
And men they killed but never questioned why.
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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