goodness
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Her love serves
Down her heart’s nerves are nerves
In sweet redemption and reflection
Heaven makes their re-election
Oh, sweet help.
Dear departed soul
Everyone's heart you stole
With all those loving traits
Can't find your replicate
Penning down your quality
Trying to describe your personality
Dear Departed soul
I was driving round yesterday just after four
Drove past an old blind man feeding the poor
I followed that blind man all around town
What is good? What is pleasant? What is kind?
In the truest meaning of the words no
Thing is good, pleasant, or kind that I find.
On any one thing, I could ne'er bestow
Such a word as good or pleasant or kind.
cherry flavored something
dripping until sticky
on my chin and my hands
but i don’t mind
rub them on my overalls
making mad stupid jokes
What makes you happy?
Is it waiting for innocent victims in a dark alley?
To rob them off their security?
Or is it waking up early,
And make your hands dirty,
As you toil for your family?
When we were children, we believed that growing up was the way to freedom.
That maybe if we were just a little bit older, we could destroy our demons.
But somehow we found out the truth.
I fall on my knees picking up my papers,
not wanting to lose another in case it’s important.
I am shoved back down this time hitting my head against the fountain.
Pitying myself and wondering what offense I made
“loved ones, your feelings determine mine”
this is what my voice proclaims
but does my heart truly sympathize?
i encourage you to confide in me
but is just it to reciprocate my ego?
The darkness
Surrounds me
knawing at me and
saying "come, come"
The hands
r e a c h
for me but I stand firm.
This will not happen
My thoughts circle
rapidly.
Oh the few that stand
The test of time
Oh the few content
To be sublime
Oh the few rich
That care for the poor
Oh these few that were
But are no more
Oh the few that hold
Look beyond the "concrete jungle"
and witness the view.
There is a scenery out there that lies before me as well as you.
Hush.
Don't.
Quiet, Little One. No One wants to know.
I am shushed,
I am pushed into the corner
because of my smile,
and my smiling words.
The more you live to love and give, the better off you'll beInstead of living more to take and "What's in it for me."Though looking out for number one may guarantee survival
Liquid bodiesfluid mindswhy not heartsthat freely pour?They congeallike Jell-O on ice—for a timethen calcifyin reticent mineralitycompounding the granite wall
I LookedI looked for lifeon a dusty trailkicking a rock for milesand I saw a shooting star.I looked for lifeup in the skywatched the birds soarand saw shapes in the clouds.
In a subway, in a bike, walking or in a car
we go to work
to pay for our habits and love
we go to work, every single day
awake and without sense
we go to work, without a choice
I lived in StarlandWith all the fellow saviors and saintschoosing patiently to divide the grate and canisterbarren fellows without knowledge or understandingI was flying intrinsically away from the cauldron of desire
If I could change one thing
What would it be?
I’d have to change everything
I knew that was the key
Poetry is a lense
To allow you to view
Life with more clarity,
To either filter out all that is bad
And be left with beauty
Or to confront
Head held high
All that is impure in the world
Clouds of ghost nothings
evaporating across the dark
Sun:
stubborn.
Stars,
free, warm, dancing.
Crying.
Skirts. Women
A healthy soul, a healthy mind
To a healthy body bind
A twist of fate ever entwined
In the arms of those who find:
A feather pure as gold.
