Shin - Hello Poetry

Shin Nov 2013

Look at that bird so sweet and free
always listening, and singing.
Yesterday morn she sat by me.
Naught but love and peace she's bringing,
Even now, delight's new meaning.

In isolation's bitter cage
She presented herself to god.
Caught between a rock and the wind
Underneath bitter love she's pinned.
'Til we march where satan trods,
everything will be done, I've sinned.

Shin Nov 2013

young man in a pocket

my young love was named after me.
in an abstract filled of pleasure
we sought ecstasy but it's dead.
now i don't think i can be free.

the one i loved looked oh so sad.
as someone who's lost their treasure.
or a father who's own son bled
his last words were: "i love you dad"

despite all this we may be free
to live out with no more pressure,
the joys of life as god has fled
dropping his attack; I am me.

Shin Nov 2013

For a Friend

Let the seventh sorrow reach into

isolated dint; glower, I’m home.

zealots pleasure striking their coup.

Salivating over lustful tomes

all while the hypocrite’s contrition

levels all but a single man’s glare,

interacting with love’s first partition.

Mmm…or maybe; I don’t really care.

I don’t know, nor do I feel the sun.

Lo and behold I spy your visage

onward into my lovely dreams.

Violently these feelings aren’t yet done.

Energy released until I scream

Yet the soul contracts massage.

***** your female mantis drains

Until we look and find the rain.

— The End —