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a poet true
is one who creates anew
and
treads not on the beaten path
already trod upon
you are one such one
that makes you ,
you…
a classic poet are you!
The Word Bomb…
I want to build a bomb,
really build it well.
I want to make it large,
then climb inside it’s shell.
Make it safe for other creatures,
clever enough to blow us all to hell.
I’m ashamed to say I’m human,
on this planet that we dwell.
It mustn’t harm the children,
for they have yet to live.
Without the greedy adults,
maybe they’ll learn to give.
Perhaps the new beginning
will teach them a better way.
that even the tiniest creature,
has a right to have his day.
overlap
falling
see through like a ghost
we cycle through our walls
inflexible and tumbling
snowflakes
walls torn apart
by the ideal and principle
of war
Lifers we carrry on
dusted and bruised
bloodied with our
eyes
hooded
letters scented with home
Love strength
weakness
ghosts
the greatests power
spirits
rising like whitecaps
rushing towards
the hestitant future
so sure
What do you call it
that turns your life
upside down?
That makes your heart
belong to another one,
someone who becomes your day
your star and the sun.
You know!!
That's when you've
millions of things to say,
but choked with words,
you would probably say none
Take me quickly oh Lord
I commit myself to the sea
I commit myself to the endless rolling waves.
I commit my body oh Lord
my broken bones and my shattered heart
I commit myself to the vastness of the Sea.
Pour out my blood oh Lord
pour it out like cheap wine
pour it out like cheap, rancid wine.
let it mingle with the waves
let it merge with the currents
let it be a feast for the fish and the hungry gulls.
Murderess and murderers
Such black and evil collusion
She as guilty as they,
There should be no illusion
Killer finds the address
Not too far away
He thinks he’ll make a visit
It must be today!
There are women lining up
No more babies for them now
Jobs and parties more important
“I cannot be a cow”
Killer has arrangements too
Obligations he will fill
To ‘Parents Without Children’
Taking kids that would be killed
I know you hate to break the truth, my dear,
For me you no longer shed a tear.
You've never shown your love to me,
As far as my eyes and heart can see.
"Don't cry," I prayed,
I'll be here to stay,
If you return to me
Forever mine you'll be.
And if I fail to see your face,
You'll run away but I'll end the chase.
I'll tie you to my heart with cord,
But if you escape, I'll seize my sword.
Ripe ruin
the wind on the wires wanders
cuddling attic ghosts
goosechill amplification
and the rain runs
spilling
from the dark overhanging
eave
from the thick trunked limbs
that harbour snow
and ice dew in February
glitter labrynths
groaning in the gusts
breaking the light of dusk
sticky whiskey kisses
adorn slick tiles
and a day falls
brilliant and hurting
a gash of breath
laying on a lake
sleeping beneath
heavens breadth
and a dreams
hitch
Falling off a cloud
Rolling into space
The moon
how is it that my life has come to this.
I taste the nickel plated iron gripped tightly in my fist.
my irritated eyes drain the sorrows from inside.
I've ran so far and now there's nowhere left to hide.
I fool myself by saying it will all be just fine.
a couple more painkillers down to help me ese my mind.
one bullet in a chamber made for six.
I spun it quick, flipped my wrist and made the hamer click.
I say a prayer and believe he will understand.
if I decide to take my life its all just part of the plan.
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