I am a Christian, what is wrong with that?
You make me look like some kind of rat
Why are you so hateful?
This time that I take to convince you isn't wasteful

I love Jesus, I love God
But some people think this is odd
I don't know why they act like this is new
When everything I preach is actually true

"Jesus loves me this I know
For the Bible tells me so
Little ones to Him belong
They are weak but He is strong"

my canines feel morphological
their sharpness cultivated to feast
and they seek every bone beneath your skin
burrowing in every square inch
eyes closed, face burning

i watch parts of me disappear
and your eyes, too
i smell pheromones
wherever i dig into
a need to get to the bottom
at any cost

we wrap around
our minds, each other
my hand, your neck
your legs, my hips

instincts i had long forgotten
taking over completely
desperate for the bones beneath
my teeth

As I stand on that muddy grass field,
The roar of the cheering crowds
Is all I seem to hear.
No specific voices; it's all just a blur.
The only person I really notice
Is the yelling of my coach.

As I go to challenge the ball,
I think, "I want my coach to be proud of me."
The ball is at me feet, I have to be quick.
I dribble up the side of the field,
Cut in and cross, one touch,
From another player, and goal!
I know my coach is proud of me
From just one look.

Walking to the car,
Ball in hand, covered all in mud,
I receive compliments on a great game.
I say thanks, but all that matters
After the game winning goal
Is that one look from my coach.

Crypto
Russian
Chinese
tease!
refine:
elaborate.

L'uomo, monotono universo,
Crede allargarsi i beni
E dalle sue mani febbrili
Non escono senza fine che limiti.

Attaccato sul vuoto
Al suo filo di ragno,
Non teme e non ******
Se non il proprio grido.

Ripara il logorio alzando tombe,
E per pensarti, Eterno,
Non ha che le bestemmie.

She's deep, poetic
Of Chaos, she was born
Ancient words, a thousand lifetimes
Forever she'll yearn
For perfection that she's always known
She watches from afar, from the darkness,
Her hair glistens with light as she sits on the throne.
Her hands never tremble, her eyes always closed
She's the Night, and immortal she'll stay

Forever remains
Forever unbothered
Draws blood when the character breaks
In her play, the actors are us
And she'll always be watching
Her eyes are the
Stars.

i wish you'd write back to me 7.19.25 5:39 pm /17:39
oh, -------,
sometimes i wish you would write a letter back to me.

sometimes i wish you would log onto your old macbook
instinctively go to hellopoetry.com
type in my ariana grande username
find me and my words
find it, these lost sentences,
these trembling letters
i've been trying to send you.

i see why you don't-
the fear that maybe,
one day,
we will wake up and realize we don't love each other
that we don't know each other like we think
we do.

i haven't sent you a letter
because i don't want you to know but i want you to know
that i love you
but what if, what if, what if
one day i don't?

the uncertainty of being not torn apart
but drifting
finding someone new and
figuring out ourselves, finally,
finding that we don't need each other anymore.

of course that's not why you love me
or why i love you

i get that
i get that fear.

but you are not afraid
because you don't even know
that this whole time

i have been screaming
your name.

the birds chirp in the distance
the sun glows bright
in the cerulean sky
no clouds in sight
just sunshine
beating down on your skin
sweat trickles down your brow
a slight breeze
sways the grass
around your ankles

My eyes point above
the sky is filled with love
the star blaze so bright
My gaze held to the sight

Looking at the covered sky
watching stars as they fly
swirling mix of purple and blue
creates a fantastic veiw

Wonder roams in the air
and a halt to the warfare
the heart began to expand
as I reach for this dreamland

Starlight lights the trail
to this fairy tale
This distanced land of art
that's drawn close to my heart.

soon the pastel stained sky went away
clouds turned pink as night becomes day
but I'll never forget the night of stars
looking out at the oceans sand bar

Give me the colors of a rainbow and I'll be your heart's extol  
or a petal from your favorite rose so I can place it in my soul;
Send me the pillow the fairies have gleaned with watermark  
I'll hold it to my chest until I hear the melodious coo of a lark!  

Be a Spiritual Gem inside me, I will polish and make you shine  
like a soaring star I'll glitter so you know,"I'm truly~truly thine."

Dans la Haute-Rue à Cologne
Elle allait et venait le soir
Offerte à tous en tout mignonne
Puis buvait lasse des trottoirs
Très **** dans les brasseries borgnes

Elle se mettait sur la paille
Pour un maquereau roux et rose
C'était un juif il sentait l'ail
Et l'avait venant de Formose
Tirée d'un bordel de Changaï

Je connais gens de toutes sortes
Ils n'égalent pas leurs destins
Indécis comme feuilles mortes
Leurs yeux sont des feux mal éteints
Leurs cœurs bougent comme leurs portes.

I was sitting at a table in a café when she walked in.

I said, “Hey, good-looking stranger— would you like a cup of coffee?”

We were laughing, drinking coffee—

when suddenly, she caressed me.

We were heading straight to the wedding—

then I woke up, needing coffee.

Take one rib from me
But you would never
Take the one that’s hurting me
Because you want a better one
Not only floating and lost
but painfully

Lawrence Hall
Mhall46184@aol.com
Dispatches for the Colonial Office

         A Three-Character-Group Code for Advancing Civilization


                                   Learn. To. Dostoyevsky.

Do not stand
          By my grave, and weep.
     I am not there,
          I do not sleep—
I am the thousand winds that blow
I am the diamond glints in snow
I am the sunlight on ripened grain,
I am the gentle, autumn rain.
As you awake with morning’s hush,
I am the swift, up-flinging rush
Of quiet birds in circling flight,
I am the day transcending night.
     Do not stand
          By my grave, and cry—
     I am not there,
          I did not die.
— Clare Harner, The Gypsy, December 1934

He wanted to romp

with me, that's what he called it --


and I was startled.

Deshaced ese verso.
Quitadle los caireles de la rima,
el metro, la cadencia
y hasta la idea misma.
Aventad las palabras,
y si después queda algo todavía,
eso
será la poesía.

I love it when the long grass takes on the shape and sound of water
When the wind frolics through the green blades
And turns it all into waves
A gentle breeze turning everything into the sea

I was two years behind Art Garfunkel at Columbia College, but I never met him. Nonetheless, like millions of other people, I consider him to have the most beautiful singing voice of the 20th century. Art's singing of BRIDGE OVER TROUBLED WATER is celestial.

I was two years ahead of George W. Bush at Andover, but I never met him. Nonetheless, too many people voted to make him President of the United States twice. W. was not very smart. He did not do well academically at Andover and Yale and Harvard Business School. But his father, George H. W. Bush, had gone to both Andover and Yale, and later became head of the CIA, then Vice President, then President. Legacy was powerful in the 1960s, and still is.

I wish I could meet Art Garfunkel and thank him for the enormous pleasure he has given to millions of people. I would never wish to meet W.

TOD HOWARD HAWKS

I sat on a chair, my mind was bare,
No spark, no flame, just empty air.

A bird flew in with a cheerful tweet,
She danced a while, then made retreat.

She took my thought, my golden light,
And left me staring, blank and white.

beautiful morning
    amber filtered . . .
                      with the forest fire smog
it's fine   don't worry
    it's been carried a great distance
                 to reach our city
a slight itchiness to the eyes
a slight betrayal      with breathing being
                                    a little harsh for some
beautiful morning
        teased branches
                       their tinsel shadows
               and a warm rustle

Dream it,
Plan it,
Do it
.
.
Marriage
If you are lucky,
Stay blessed,
If you are unlucky
Regret it.
19/7/2025

They lost coming in first
Lives filed in amounts of Fortune
And the faith of life in the hands
In the minds of the forgotten
Only worthless time
Spent from hand to hand
In silent transfer of wreaths

A creation of Caesar
Passing the Romeo
In dedication of morbid laughter

He completed as his partner
A mimic in agreement of us
Yet the written off
We're the best lives and smiles from pain
Taking nothing down

I blow the new dust
off the old dust ,
the dust that remains forever.
I told her ,
"You steal my time
and my money ,
my house and
all my integrity .
But you will never steal my heart ."

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you Iranian first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll win, we'll win the fight against colonization, injustice, and oppression. But if you're Iranian first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you Palestinian first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll win. But if you're Palestinian first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you American first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll win. But if you're American first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you Hispanic first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll win. But if you're Hispanic first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you Black first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll be victorious. But if you're Black first, we won't be.

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you South Asian first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll be victorious. But if you're South Asian first, we won't be.

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you Shia first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll be victorious. But if you're Shia first, we won't be.

What are you first?

Are you Muslim first, or are you Sunni first?

If you're Muslim first, we'll be victorious. But if you're Sunni first, we won't be.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you a doctor first?

If you're human first, we'll win. But if you're a doctor first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you a business owner first?

If you're human first, we'll win. But if you're a business owner first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you a billionaire first?

If you're human first, we'll win. But if you're a billionaire first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you a poor person first?

If you're human first, we'll win. But if you're a poor person first, we won't.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you Middle Eastern first?

If you're human first, we'll be victorious. But if you're Middle Eastern first, we won't be.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you a superior first?

If you're human first, we'll be victorious. But if you're a superior first, we won't be.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you White first?

If you're human first, we'll be victorious. But if you're White first, we won't be.

What are you first?

Are you human first, or are you an inferior first?

If you're human first, we'll be victorious. But if you're an inferior first, we won't be.

Many of us, perhaps could be said, most of us have to detoxify ourselves from having "...an Israeli in us." (Imam Muhammad al-Asi)

Μαρία Πανούτσου, Το μπορντέλο


γνώρισα
ανθρώπους χωρίς ρίζες
χωρίς την μνήμη της γης
χωρίς τα νερά
που γλύψανε τις πατούσες
των προγόνων τους
χωρίς τον απέναντι
που μας κοιτά
με μάτια όλο προσμονή
για ένα
μικρό έστω θαύμα
νοερά

γκιζεράω στους δρόμους
και ρουφώ κατευθύνσεις
του ορίζοντα
καθώς απλώνω το χέρι
για ένα ανεπαίσθητο άγγιγμα
με το αεράκι

στο μάθημα της ιστορίας
δεν συγκροτούσα ημερομηνίες
αλλά δράσεις και πρόσωπα
αποφάσεις και αιματοχυσίες
ξεδιψούσα με τις σημαίες
που κρεμιόντουσαν
σχισμένες στα μπαλκόνια
εκεί μαζί κι οι άνθρωποι
ξαπλωμένοι στα πλακόστρωτα

κάποτε έγραψα σε μια έκθεση ιδεών
τον λόγο
που οι πράξεις των αριθμών
δεν είναι για μένα
αλλά το απέραντο του κόσμου
το νεφέλωμα και η δίνη

την ίδια εποχή σκεπτόμουν τα μπορντέλα
πως τάχα ήταν χώροι ελευθερίας
ήθελα την πόρνη
χωρίς την πράξη
που έκανε
το οίκημα χωρίς
την συνεύρεση ανθρώπων

τα δεκαέξι μου χρόνια ονειρευόντουσαν
το αναποδογύρισμα του κόσμου
γι’ αυτό αγόρασα του τόμους της ιστορίας
σε τιμή ευκαιρίας και πέρασαν τα χρόνια
μέσα σε εικόνες ενός τσίρκου

στο τέλος όλα τα φαντάστηκα
και χώρους και μυρωδιές και πρόσωπα
και λόγια και πίστεψα σε ένα θέατρο σκιών
ώσπου μια μέρα άδεια απ όλα
και με ένα τσουβάλι αναμνήσεις
αποφάσισα ότι είμαι
απλά ένας ακόμη άνθρωπος
και επιτέλους ησύχασα.

τότε ήταν που βροχή ήταν βροχή
ο ήλιος, ήλιος
το φαγητό, φαγητό
το σκέπασμα, σκέπασμα
το τραγούδι, τραγούδι
η φωτιά, φωτιά
η αβύσσους, άβυσσος

κτλ κτλ κτλ

τότε ήταν που πεθύμησα

ένα βιβλίο να είχα ένα βιβλίο μονάχα για όλη μου την ζωή


EPILOGE


οι ανίσχυροι
ζώα γυναίκες παιδιά έγχρωμοι μειονότητες ανάπηροι
μετανάστες άποροι…

Αθήνα 2020-25

Arise.
Arise I say Arise.
The night is well spent,as a new day breaks forth.
I take my first breath,I open my eyes,lift my hand and stretch my feet.
In awe I lay as I watch the sun stealthily creeping up from the East.
Shining forth as a ball of fire, as it emits off rays afar.
The heavens so vast arrayed with clouds of grey, white and blue.
It's funny how they seem to change in shape as they move across the sky.
Sometimes I could swear it was the  shape of a lion,a bird or a man I saw, as the images soon fade away.
I take my first steps, open the door as a gentle breeze upon my cheeks I feel.
I look upon the tree's, and all that I see, and stand in awe of the works, of our Great King.
I close my eyes as I say a prayer.
Thank you Dear Lord, that I could arise too see another day.
I open my eyes, a smile upon my face, as my heart grips the awesomeness of our Great King.

ᴵ you feel the water
rising inches at a time
until you're neck-deep

ᴵᴵ you're underwater
telling yourself that you can
always hold your breath

ᴵᴵᴵ you've been under for
so long, you forgot what air
feels like in your lungs

ᴵⱽ but as the sea claims
the land every high tide — you
claimed the sea as yours

ⱽ you wake up in an
underwater castle that
you built with your hands

You've got,
brown eyes like the devils liquor-
burn me slow, and i'll drink it quicker
I'll bare my throat, i'll meet your dare

So take it-
my guilt, my breath, my spine and silent prayers,
I'll burn for you, raw and loud
A sinner begging to be proud

I'd drink the devils liquor anytime with you

A child who always
longed for heed,
affection and concern,
But left the world with
a quite ache unseen
by her beloved world.
Once, with a bright smile and an unblemished heart She was attacked by
a tragic backdrop.
She believed, and was
deceived,
She devoted - and
was betrayed.
Her agony turned it
into her final day.