water stops
now and then
to collect thoughts
and things
dropped in passing
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
17 July 2008
03 April 2008
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10 August 2007
Children Of Sea And Basin
unnamed ships
never dock
nor come to bay
leave by shadow
like moonlit bottles
unwashed
unresting
despairing
shamed
hurried past
disparate shores
though wandering
with aim
never dock
nor come to bay
leave by shadow
like moonlit bottles
unwashed
unresting
despairing
shamed
hurried past
disparate shores
though wandering
with aim
13 July 2007
In Pursuit Of Truth
what do you believe
in
if not in god
pursuit
where is comfort
of truth
if not his
the question
who proclaims
must be asked
I am
with the purpose
holy
not to be right
now
but to be challenged
in
if not in god
pursuit
where is comfort
of truth
if not his
the question
who proclaims
must be asked
I am
with the purpose
holy
not to be right
now
but to be challenged
19 June 2007
The Testament
pull out the propositions
statues of limitations
listless and irritated
faceless yet imitated
powerless
profane
projecting from parchment
black on white
to men
to women
to kids
to
this
the mind
synapses
fired
impulses
rewired
cooperation
required
even if
uninspired
product of repetition
collective indecision
culture from collusion
from pen
to paper
to product
statues of limitations
listless and irritated
faceless yet imitated
powerless
profane
projecting from parchment
black on white
to men
to women
to kids
to
this
the mind
synapses
fired
impulses
rewired
cooperation
required
even if
uninspired
product of repetition
collective indecision
culture from collusion
from pen
to paper
to product
12 June 2007
The Graduates
white wash
stone face
street dead
silent
bourgeois meat
daily served
requests filled
directly
mexican men
african girls
indian food
discreetly
packaged new
resale class
highest bid
rising
cold eyes
dug deep
black face
mine
stone face
street dead
silent
bourgeois meat
daily served
requests filled
directly
mexican men
african girls
indian food
discreetly
packaged new
resale class
highest bid
rising
cold eyes
dug deep
black face
mine
17 October 2005
The Darkness
There once was a boy
who crawled in a cave
searching for a great treasure.
He hoped for a prize
of silver and diamonds;
wealth beyond any man's measure.
Standing prepared,
quite healthy and able,
he descended beyond the preceded.
But, in the end,
despite preparation,
his greed nearly had him defeated.
For far down below
he fell and he lost
the light which had led him thus safely.
There in the dark,
mind drifting away,
he swore he heard voices singing:
"All the day we fall and stray
hoping for the light of day.
Tender hands and softened knees,
reminders of our dread disease
which curses still our lives and dreams,
and leads us far from our sole needs."
who crawled in a cave
searching for a great treasure.
He hoped for a prize
of silver and diamonds;
wealth beyond any man's measure.
Standing prepared,
quite healthy and able,
he descended beyond the preceded.
But, in the end,
despite preparation,
his greed nearly had him defeated.
For far down below
he fell and he lost
the light which had led him thus safely.
There in the dark,
mind drifting away,
he swore he heard voices singing:
"All the day we fall and stray
hoping for the light of day.
Tender hands and softened knees,
reminders of our dread disease
which curses still our lives and dreams,
and leads us far from our sole needs."
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