#threnody
I’m writing a threnody for a friend of me
who became an enemy after his entropy entered me
transferring pain centering around chaotic energy
mentoring me developing this melody.
This ode is a code for the road
so I know where to go when I’m alone
to avoid foes in your afterlife glow,
they’ll just slow the big show.
This lament will be a vent
for all the dents in my tent
you lent wherever I went
until I bent into descent.
I draw my rhythm from our schisms of derision;
constant decisions to steal my vision
put me in prison until an incision of division
helped me listen to what glistens.
I write a sad song
for a bad dog
who stabbed God
once I grabbed on.
The record starts to spin
once I inherit sin
humming hypocritical hymns
so long as I win.
The CD stops
once the heartbeat drops
like the fish when they flop
dancing until they finally stop.
Feb 23, 2020
Feb 23, 2020 at 5:11 PM UTC
Inches away from you
Never there but ever present
As your breath is lifted up unto the heavens
Elevated is the air upon your words
Escalated, the anticipation of your voice
Among the noise
Where the only scene to see is peace
Held quietly in reverie
And respect for your mere presence
Find with ease
The smile of the self-reveals
A quietness of hearts appeal
Not to be seen
But to seek the conversation speak
And to peak the words of interesting
Mere inches now away from me
With no voice let to find the time
Or threnodic melody
Don’t let me down
My inward voice
Speak
Sep 7, 2018
Sep 7, 2018 at 10:46 AM UTC
A concrete angel
runs her fingers through
silver strings.
Lose yourself
in the depth of her
sad blue eyes.
She glides over
streams of restless arms,
an empyrean light
flying through umbran
constellations.
She is neither
deaf nor numb to
their pain as her harp
sings with sweet sadness.
As she wonders...
How strange and sad it is
that death gives peace
more than life ever did.
Jan 15, 2018
Jan 15, 2018 at 7:53 AM UTC
What are you,
All you foolish humans
That **** each other
Everywhere, every year?
What good is it,
All your mad efforts
That you live and die
To generate hopeless fear?
What have you done
All you foolish humans
That live by rules
But not by laws for peace?
Where is the pride
In what you create
In all your short, sad lives
If the genocide will never cease?
What of the children
Insane selfish humans
That go to sleep
Perhaps never to wake again?
Who in the world
Which of our fellow humans
Can we put our trust upon
If it is not the most powerful men?
What is learned
With your **** and pillage.
Are you much better
Counting up your evil rewards?
Now you have murdered
Robbed and imprisoned
All those who live by the plow
Laughed at by those with swords.
We are the fools
If we think might is right,
That strength is shown
By money in the pocketbook.
We only need to
To take a simple body count;
To slow our greedy rush, and
Take the time to take a second look.
Dec 2, 2016
Dec 2, 2016 at 3:57 PM UTC
we wander
we plodder
we hope to impress
we wade
or sit still
though i digress
is the sword in its sheathe
or the blade in the breast?
is this the worst yet?
or is it the best?
do questions come?
and do answers go?
is this little world
all we will ever know?
the premise of all of it
the basis for none
or is all of humanity
a bullet with no gun
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 1:38 PM UTC