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
My Face in the Mirror (a poem)
free verse poetry
A Visit from the Angel (a poem)
The angel visits me.
Shocking sound, vast colors, she’s suffused in light. A messenger, her words deeply stirring. Her face purest yellow, shining,
smiling, brings ease, a luminosity
She says everything
Will be all right,
All’s well, all shall be well,
All manner of things
Shall forever be well,
Like Julian said
Centuries ago
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Primordial Crime (a poem)
Triumph of underworlds,
drag me down to depths
with low-lifers, soul-slicers
we sing a dreadful tune
of praise for dreary gods
in a minor key, keyed in to
secrets of specter selves
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Tectonic Plates (a poem)
Pursuit of self-awareness, never complete
under layers of self-deception
and hidden motives causing
sabotage of self – so much self –
like a rocket ship
in self-destruction mode
exploding into millions of
tiny shards while you’re
circling a planet of selves –
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Infinite Falling (a poem)
Falling in the bottomless pit,
I start to swim in the air,
at first, I was frightened
but now I don’t care –
There is no end to the falling,
it’s an infinite drop,
I have eternity to think,
the falling never stops –
I’m resigned to my fate,
no God will save me from this,
the falling isn’t so bad,
I’ve come to see it as bliss.
(Photo by Alex Conradt on Unsplash)
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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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Strange Planet (a poem)
Why do you fear death when
you’ve died so many times before?
It was new once and it scared you,
an awful boom and tingling sensation
up your spine, lights dimmed,
an explosion of impossible colors
tasting like metal and smelling of wood,
leaving you breathless
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House-Warming Party (a poem)
Floods of memories slap me
as I walk the neighborhood,
epiphanies connect obscure
stars in my mind’s galaxy –
birds chirp, my feet patter on paths
amid tree-lined streets and greenery
of springtime,
the earth changing, imperceptibly,
preparing to host summer
like a house-warming party –
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Floating, Weightless (a poem)
Screaming stopped, here in
black voids of deep space
floating, weightless, atoms being
torn apart –
they can’t hear me now, mission control,
cracked open without a trace
dying, shapeless, our bodies drifting
far apart –
Mission is complete,
alien intelligence secured –
artifacts like Rubik cubes,
touch them & they blow apart,
floating, weightless
consciousness survives –
we are stardust among red stars,
dark voids so spacious
becoming one with dark matter
of shapelessness –
floating, weightless
drifting far apart.
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Alt-Psalm #4 (a poem)
The earth is the Lord’s, and everything in it,
so why do we insist on depleting it?
treating it, beating it like a dirty dog –
Adam named everything he saw,
the beasts & critters that crawl,
the plants & trees so tall,
and since those days in Eden,
we’ve furiously assaulted the planet –
