Posts Tagged ‘free verse’

Abort

Posted: March 15, 2014 in Poetry
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Her thighs wet
Then her back bent
While
Her spine cracked
The band it snapped
As
Her fever climbed
The sweat it poured
She
Opened her eyes
For the first time
In a long time
I
Was left at a loss
Froze in permafrost
No hope recovery
How
She used to smile
With me
&
She used to dance
For me

 

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DO NOT
let the long hair fool you
I ain/t no hippie
I am not here to give peace a chance

I wish to bear witness
to televised revolutions
to pandemonium in the streets

I want to see this world
turned upside down
shaking
the parasitic-bloodsucking fleas
out from its fabric
hoping
those with the heart
have the strength to hang on
until the world flips
back around

For they will
be the foundation
the new world is built upon

Street Signs

Posted: February 21, 2014 in Poetry
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Spreads across the streets
Skin disease of the concrete

It pollutes the air we breathe
These dark confessions we speak

It/s the messiah of poverty
Bleeding hearts that don’t bleed

Gives a new day to believe
Helps liars steal honestly

It/s an addict’s only recovery
An alcoholic’s moment of clarity

Animates the poor poetry
Sets the fire under tragedy

What the slums think when they dream
The heartbreak rhymes of hard times

Helps the blind see street signs
& we all know what they mean

Reveal ignorance realize
The lost words of a tiny city

It is a divine comedy…

Training his-self
by the starving artists

mad & hungry
for the esoteric wisdom
locked away rambling
about the institutions
they were a product of
asylums – prisons – rehabs
confined in body
free in mind
hearts breaking
until the entire
illusion
shatters
glass shards dropping
spinning reflections
of the lie we all become
studying that moment
the shedding of sin
vulnerability
the near life experience
where for but a second
the light of GOd shone upon

examine – capture – record
do not seek darkness
the darkness is
already there
follow the weird lights
to find your own way out.

I am–yet what I am, none cares or knows:
        My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self consumer of my woes—
“I Am”  John Clare

We let love go
For sex and violence
Traded our dreams
For minimum wages
Lost our way
To sit on a couch
Sold our souls
For imperfect bodies
Now our smiles
Stretched by pills
We only stop
To smell genetically-
-modified daffodils

A Sacrament of Flesh

Posted: February 7, 2014 in Poetry
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Oils and scents washed away
From soft skin
Little teeth nipping
Like tiny needles
Filled with warm heroin
We all think
We never sin
Won’t let it end
Allow it to begin
Truth comes out
When you let it in

 

You better learn
to sleep deep so
they will never
be able to
wake you from your

dream.