Tell Me, Please- Does This Grief Get Lighter? This Dreadful Weight? Tell Please- Does This Grief Get Louder? Will Life Not Hush The Tears Away? Tell Please- Will It Ever Stop- The Fear Of Losing Them Again? Tell Please- Is It Better To Stop Loving So That When They Leave, We Still May Breathe? TellContinue reading “Tell Me Please-“
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In the Land of the Monos
Welcome To The The Land Of Monos In This Monochrome World Where The Monos Consume That Which Gave Color That Which Gave Hue. The Monos Are Hurting, But Blind. The Pain That They Felt Was Embodied Within The Lackluster Poems And The Blood That Lie In. Monos Love Boxes, Wasted Lives. Consuming The Earth OutContinue reading “In the Land of the Monos”
Cry For The Chrysanthemum
Cry For The Chrysanthemum Who Is Torn Apart A Mechanism Of Discovery The Corpse Of Curiosity Falls To The Hands ‘Infallible’ For Purposes ‘Humane’ To See If An In Vitro Process Of Cutting Her Tissues Would Allow Other Weeds More Beauty And More Grace. They Tried Out Root Induction And Media Sterilization Jasmonic Salicylic AcidContinue reading “Cry For The Chrysanthemum”
Takotsubo
body born of electricity veins of excess energy Slow your pace for the heart can’t keep the frenetic pulse of your arrhythmic mind reset your circadians modulate the beats to a meter steady, slower rest a moment between each note alter this asymmetric frequency Heart that keeps such rapid time. Bata Bata Bata Fatiga hastaContinue reading “Takotsubo”
La Arañita or “Little Spider”
Creature are you dead? Why do your hide in the corners of your web Near the farthest wall you stay Always spinning silentlyWhat message do you have to say? Always your are working Without cause Without home For no purpose In your brief existence Spinning mysteries In the threads of your own majesty Criatura, ¿laContinue reading “La Arañita or “Little Spider””
Hablo con Sombras
En el medio de la noche, habla con sombras En esta cama Habla con el fantasma hablaba viaja en los planes entre los espíritus la extranjera de mi propia vida y mundo no me creo a mi espejo Los demás Creo en la hierba Niños Mares Mariposas Habla el cosmos, pero no me creo, niContinue reading “Hablo con Sombras”
Broke
Falling apart. I keep walking. I wash. I make up my face. I change my clothes. I clean my house. But it still does not change. Every day, I am still broke. I wake up, And start sewing the seams of my stitches And banding the sores, And rubbing out the bruises, And examining theContinue reading “Broke”
I met an angel in the morn
I met an angel in the morning. At six o’clock she woke me. Twas twice the hours her spirit called. So I stayed I, in the chapel to greet the angel next to me. And sat I hence on the piano bench and plaid a psalm to please her. And at 9 o’clock my tearsContinue reading “I met an angel in the morn”
Colors and Sparkles
Colors and Sparkles. I’ll wear on my eyes. The last crystal remnant of cries now cried unforgotten. In honor of color I wear bright speckles of light. They remind me of brilliant and inquiet nights. The sparkled that glimmer allow me to dream. On my face when I wear them. Ere pleasant to me. ForeverContinue reading “Colors and Sparkles”
Maybe we’re all amateurs
Maybe we’re all amateurs At everything we do And when we get to heaven we’ll all doodle doodle doodle Maybe we’re all finger painting Smudging pretty pics But when we get to heaven, then we’ll all’a be artists
I stole a book of poetry
I stole a book of poetry And never gave it back Maybe it has cursed me On some sleepless damn’d path
Interest
God . . . Yes? I’ve forgiven. So then why aren’t I free? Are you still resenting? Yes and? You’re charging penance: With interest, with dimes. You’re charging penance: For worth Already replaced For time Already vested For value For which I’ve made my trade. You’re charged interest For the hurt that you’ve felt. You’reContinue reading “Interest”
And the Crow Cries
When the leaves began to change to autumnal colors of crimson, And in the spring when the flowers bloom’d and the grass grew lush and the junipers blue When the sun set on the pueblos And the haunt of the blushing mountain foretold not her passion The crow cried. In the brush of the wind Continue reading “And the Crow Cries”
The Journey Begins
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My soul has fallen silent
My soul has fallen silent As I look upon thine trees My soul has fallen silent Whilst I fall upon my knees
Look!
Look at the love that grew- Within the cemented crevices of streets untrodden by! Look at all the lovely things- That came from ugly tears! Sister, God takes everything And reforms it By the passage of the years. He too will take your suffering. Then, look at all the lovely things That come from uglyContinue reading “Look!”
Rivers of Color
Rivers Of Color Blend In A Mind. Fragments Conjoined By The Mystics Of Song. Harmony’s Swells With Their ‘Lucent Sighs. Melodies Blend, And Harmonies Bloom. They Soak Us Unconscious In Their Ethereal Tunes.
I sing and it’s not beautiful
I sing and it’s not beautiful.I sing because of solaceI sing because of spaceBecause of how it’s sacredAlters these senses with her graceBecause of the peace she gives meBecause she lends faith and hope and loveI singBecause it heals meI sing to my God aboveI sing,And it’s not, yet, beautifulIt’s raw and unrefined.I sing knowingContinue reading “I sing and it’s not beautiful”
The Silent Singer 