Poetry Blogs (human nature)
The lust for war
is skin-tight & as hemoglobin to bone--
turning poets into preaching prophets
politicians into potion preachers
children into cheapened chattel
soldiers into senseless slogs
intellectuals into inflated idiots
conservatives to corny connivers
liberals into leaky liars &
the right into the wrong.
simply because war is a blood poison
and war is psychotic chaos,
Wednesday 26th May 2021 3:47 am
Rubber scrapes the soil
orchestrating a path
Watching tread copyright nature
with a flawed melody,
a percussion of leaves crunches beneath,
touching gales with a verse of words-
before the chorus fades.
Tuesday 18th February 2020 6:32 pm
Carcinogenics in every single thing we buy
From our food, clothes, to even our hair dye
Although Europe does indeed do more to try to protect us
America really doesn't seem to give a flying fudge
They have many slimy loop holes which risk our health and safety
Like the fragrance loop hole that has, over these years, affected us far too greatly
They need not disclose chemicals that they use t...
Wednesday 14th November 2018 4:21 am
I can't see
The insides of my eyelids have been my solace
All I know is the sycamore I lay under
I lay on my back in hopes that my eyes will miraculously open to the crisp sky
The sycamore rots
At least I think its a sycamore
It has an indistinguishable tang of cinnamon that cooks off the bark and hangs in the hot air in summer
and a desperate perfume of musk from the roots lingers in the ...
Sunday 4th February 2018 2:45 pm
I live by necessity,
I compromise my desires
for security. Ideals
compromised for base comforts.
I play by rules I believe
to be fundamentally
unfair. I envy the gulls
I lie watching at the coast.
They live by urge - fly here, fly
there - investigate a pile
of seaweed, take off out to
sea to sit and bob for hours.
I envy the fox, living
Friday 8th September 2017 9:20 pm
I am an artist of words,
an archer of the woods.
A constellation of the brightest stars.
An adventurous being,
with dreams that follow the galaxies.
I seek only wonders,
I seek only peace.
Not mistake me as an ordinary piece.
My arrow strikes in the souls of others.
It does not have an aim but it follows,
it stays inside like a deep wound.
It does not break, it just gets stuck.
Sunday 4th June 2017 4:39 pm
a muttering crowd gathers
'round a well of human tears
they lower dirt-sodden buckets to recover
the wet product of night terrors,
tumult and nascent fear
an ejaculate shower glistens
on the dead leaves and automobiles
while nature howls
then hunkers down in silence
posturing for the next kill
Friday 29th April 2016 1:36 am
I heard you howl
at the moon.
I believe it was
sometime in June.
you sounded lonely
you sounded sad.
Was I scared?
No I was mad!
in myth you
This fear from
the time primeval.
Thursday 7th July 2011 6:18 pm