Poems. Enjoy.

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Baptism
No one believes in heaven except for them
They swirl around like their own whirlwind
trying to grab anyone they see
They scream, jeer, curse

Do not tell them your name
They are evil but they think they are so righteous
They bow down to nothing
but will kill you for telling them so
Worthless and deadly
Without remorse

They hold signs to the world
with messages of cruel
and twisted fates
for those that they cannot be along with

Put down the signs at the funerals
Put down the hate in your hearts
For you are the demons



Broken Path
I walk a path lined with broken bricks
The pieces placed everywhere

I glance at my shadow
It is still following me
So I shout at it to leave me

But it stares at me without eyes or features
The absence of light
So easy to call evil

path has become a sand pit
filled with pit vipers and swarms of bees
they attack me
sting and bite
I run with tears in my eyes

I want the broken bricks
I want my old path

My shadow must not leave me
I am not whole without it

To see the image of myself following me
would calm my soul
and heal my wounds
something I wish for so dearly

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Soft Breaths
The candles lift light into the sky
swirling around smells and glows
radiating heat into our embrace

The soft flicker lights up her eyes
which shine with a faded blue
her smile shifts as she bites her lip
One hand caresses her back
the other brushes her hair out of her eyes
so very lightly

We gaze eye-to-eye unable to pull away
Her smile once again returns
I grab her and pull her towards me
as if I'd never feel her touch again

My hands run down her back
It is soft, smooth
and begins to arch
as my hands move elsewhere

Soft sighs emanate from her beautiful lips
As I push further

I kiss her lips
Lay her down
We come together like a clasping of hands
And breathe, breathe, breath soft breaths

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Acute
My legs root to the floor
My eyes vacuously lay open
My mouth is closed

Moving through the day like a roller coaster cart
the same images on repeat

I'm alone
but there are those who love me
I have her
but she cries
They are my friends
but they leave

My stomach grinds
My hands lay motionless
My mind ponders on and on

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My song
The melody carries in the air
like a bird with a flock
The beat massages my feet

I am soothed by its sound
Calmed into a smile
A gooey gloss forms over my eyes
I quickly close them

I take it all in

every last fucking sound

because it just might be my song
the last song I hear

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No man
A man stands with translucent eyes
fixed and staring at the grey walls
His hands clasping the forms
mouth flat
eyebrows down
Not a wrinkle appears on his old face
Because he has not lived
Within his own bureaucracy
he gives himself his own rules
No
No
No
He can not break free
and can not truly live

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Flash and Thunder
The religious masses jump at the sound of thunder
shudder at the damnation of lightning
knowing nothing of what it is
blaming He who they can not see

They claim there is one
Others claim there is many
But there are none who claim there are none

Spirituality should not replace rationality
The moon should not shine its divine powers on you
The bush does not burn as a god
but simply as a bush
Donkeys do not talk
People are not souls

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An Excellent View
I look down to see my shoes
blue trim, white laces, old-fashioned and clean
Standing on the little railing staring at the street below
The people meander, the cars rush, swish and roar
I doubt that I want the ground to rush at me

I don't want to plunge into the depths
not just the building but after the drop
What comes next?

I am content to stare at the ground
to become the gargoyle on top of the building
on the edge

I'm not going to fall
I swear
I'm just going to look at the ground a while

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Samaritan
A man with grey hair
and a thinning frame
stands balanced along the roadside
Behind him is a old broken down Ford
Its license plate rusted over
Its been through sleet and snow
but has finally given up on its owner
The bent man drifts down the shoulder
sliding his legs like a dejected child
He knows no one will stop for him
along this dusty road
He knows he will see the heat of the asphalt rise
in front of his dying, blue eyes
Because no one will stop
they might be late

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Imperator
Gold sheets adorn the massive bed of the scrawny figure in the moonlight
He wears a laurel crown atop his bald head which has felt few hands
Abandoned himself into the cold, dark habitat of his own palace
Beautiful columns spiral the staircase that he slinks up
His feet echo into the blackness without another ear to hear them
Everyone knows his name but they fear to utter it
The ministers and generals have promised knives
His time of autocracy has come to a violent end
Faithless knives take steps toward him shining with a glint of metal
His intestines spill out onto the floor where feet scrambles as their owners strike
The mass of lifeless flesh is dragged and flogged in the streets
The emperor is dead
he might miss himself

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Contented Nature
I feel the grass on my feet
and the rocks between my toes
as I walk down the semi-blazen path
to the winding river that bears the name of my town

Small torrents of white water rush past the massive boulder
that I stand on so supremely
I take a deep breath
sip my beer
and enjoy life

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Nature’s Noose
The trees sway in an almost sinister manner above the Earth
they taunt our great mother as their roots tear into her

I do not believe even the Earth itself is at peace and I bring my human feelings of violence
with me even in this serene place
For some reason I have transplanted human strife into nature
But nature cannot fight itself because then she must surely die
for she is so grand and powerful and never ending
Always growing–Always powerful–Always there

But what if nature is just trying to commit suicide
and we are the poison, the virus

She is through with the strife of evolution
watching bones fossilized
turning beige and grey

The Earth is depressed!
We are her noose

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Midnight Lullaby
And now I lounge in my chair
the clock reads
1:25 AM
class at 8
but I am content in this moment
sleep deprived and ludicrous with fatigue
I love life more than ever
love her more than ever

Fly by little pixels
dazzle me in your light
I will crash with a blinding smile tonight

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The Head
I brag of what I know and fear what I don't
And as the moon hides from the people below
I know that I am nothing

No fashionable clothes
No loquacious speaking will ever
give me meaning
I don't seek the riches of men
or the houses of kings
but I beg for sweet release
Oh God! How I don't believe in you
yet cry out to you

So empty
yet so satisfied
I was once rigid
but now am relaxed

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Wrinkles
Smooth your shirt with the hot iron
Take what makes it different
destroy it
Put on the suit
grey or blue or black
And melt into the cracks of society

Or is society more like a quilt with woven fibers
all acting as one
Some are different colors and creeds
There is an argument as to whether they should all stick to themselves

Or are we like the rippling see
Always moving
Always causing problems
but every part insignificant and clear

Watch a street during rush hour
Tokyo, New York, London
You see faces without names
Men and Women without lives
People without souls

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Impromptu maybe's
I step into the silence
The world has no peace
Beliefs conquer over rationale

I long for rest
Lift my spirits please
you sit there softly speaking your wisps of smoke

Breathe deep
Reach Nirvana