Self-doubt devours us,
uncertainties and distrust
of primeval dogmas that
failed us wretchedly
charlatan gurus claim
to cure me of fragility,
but steal my virtue,
leave me trembling in
hollow ghettos
Ash-Heaps of Anguish (a poem)
abstract poetry
My Face in the Mirror (a poem)
My face in the mirror,
sunken and sad, staring back
into eyes that have seen bad
things rise with resolve
from blotches on skin,
crucifixes on fire,
on fire for the Lord,
who came to deserts
with a sword
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Each Time we Sleep (a poem)
The lights flickered once, and we knew
what was to come, walking in the
crumbling building,
collapsing like a sandcastle
on top of us, buried underneath now
gasping for air, losing our sense
of reality, a dream-land of
new colors and shapes,
smothered and can’t escape,
‘till the ominous face appeared,
like the Wizard of Oz
the face covered with sores
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Catch the Stars (a haiku)
Catch all of the stars
Keep them shut in mason jars
Cool drink of deep space
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Blood Feud (a poem)
I don’t know how this war started
but I know its ultimate end –
blood feud over pieces of land,
lustful for riches in the sand,
exploitation of earth,
mass machines churning
in desolate fields –
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Self-Discovery (a poem)
use three words
to describe yourself –
I’ll go first:
“fiery”
“fickle”
“fabulous”
see, not so hard?
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Live Forever (a poem)
Would you Help me? (a poem)
Would you help me if I was in trouble?
Would you be tender?
Would you be like the good Samaritan in the bible?
Would you wipe the drool off my bruised mouth?
Would you carry me on the battlefield?
Would you feed me?
Would you listen to me talk of how I’ve wasted my life?
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Primordial (a poem)
I am the tramp who wanders American backroads
I am the immigrant who seeks asylum but is denied entry
I am the fool who cries at the drug rehab
I am the fortunate son who squanders wealth
I am the bus driver who drives the Greyhound off the cliff
I am the night-storm that terrorizes the Midwest
I am the space-dust that destroys satellites
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