breathe.
inhale.
exhale.
tear a hole in your chest
to let light come through
& then you will
shine like a phoenix
& live forever
(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)
abstract poetry
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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Pull the Moon Down (a poem)
Dead Poets (a poem)
Collapse into Dust (a poem)
when I’m most vulnerable
i seek the city
not looking for pity
or rations in dark sanctuaries
under dubious skies
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Past Lifetimes (a poem)
in dreams, i tremble
before unseen forces
always at work behind
scenes & a screen
of smoke that masks their faces
but not beaming eyes
that stare from shadowed corners
of my brain
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Crumbling Empires (a poem)
locked inside, i forget myself
empires I’ve built have
crumbled like castles
made of sand
i can’t stand this forever
monotony & uncertainty
violent, crashing waves
appearing on screens
yet ever so still
symphonies of madness
with devil-eyed maestros
foaming from sad mouths
(Photo by Jr Korpa on Unsplash)
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Clawing at my Insides (a poem)
there’s a world inside my body
begging to break free
clawing at my insides
wanting to remove me
wanting to scream in lonely forests
wanting to show me
there’s no such thing as progress
without the pain of
violent birth
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