the hype about poems is big
yet it ends in a jiffy
the next text will rise
the next text will fail

4.600 people read a love poem of mine
serious topics are being ignored
i try not to be bored
but it's quite difficult

you feel me?

I am the fool
Who bites
Into the same poisoned apple

Tuck me away
In your ribs
Let me sleep
Next to your heart
And lungs
A shallow breath
For a steady beating heart

The ink bleeds out of my hands
Before I can get to the paper
The floor spells out my sins
Before I my mouth knows the words

Sinner, saint, martyr, man
He who is without sin
Casting stones in the desert
Until spears pierce skin

Tradition to cover my head
Practice what you preach
Stones words tumbling
Caught between teeth

Not heaven, not earth
Shallow graves and the ******
Seated at a table
Where sinners hold hands

A hungry man's prayer
On the lips of a priest
Ache of an empty stomach
Feed the head of the beast

Break body and bread
The last thing on the mind
Water in the glass
Dripping with wine

Turn tables and tricks
With righteous anger
Biting a bitter tongue
To keep out of danger

Saint's digging their graves
In the name of gospel words
Spitting out fire
Things God never heard

Hail Mary full of grace
Communion, crucifixion
Ye though I walk through the valley
I will fear no affliction

Nails in palm
Who would see heaven fall
Turning deaf ears
To a righteous call

Martyr's nailing
Paper sins to the cross
Casting lots for wages
Not knowing the cost

A man's sacrifice
Curtain splitting in two
A thorn crown
Biting like a tattoo

Holy of holies
Laid bare under heaven
Collecting in baskets
Body of man, unleavened

Who are the righteous
Who can know God

Letting go is growth
My faith is not in the rising of the sun
But in those who love its light
Today's peace
An honest estament
To the heart's ability to heal
Existing here, sentient
While other minds
Hold space for my spirit
I am there also
I am with you
I am in the earth
The stars are in me
As is all chaos and peace
The world has ever known
My chest holds astroid craters
Transcendent seeds of the tree of life
Existing in many times at once
As myself, as a child
A satisfaction that will not be satiated
Wean me not of knowledge's cravings
All things flow through me
As I also am in all things
Is not your structure
Made of the iron in my bones
Your heart beating the same drum
To a different tune
Here we are calling up the sun
With the trumpet of unabashed power
Ageing with this day
In the morning I am new
Fresh as dew on grass
Knowing, this too shall pass