Wednesday, December 28, 2011
Friday, December 9, 2011
Thursday, December 1, 2011
Shell of a Woman
Feminine ways, masculine habits, witness the shell of a woman. Jackhammer oscillates "ra-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta, ra-ta-ta". Diamond blade cannot crack its surface. Soft as a flower, descendant of Janus, seashell will reveal its pearl. Voice of a siren, descendant of eve, partake of the flesh not meant to deceive. Teeth of a saber, purr of a kitten, Medusa awaits her Perseus.
The Myth of Sisyphus
I.
Take me and break me, but you'll never manipulate or make me.
II.
Tongue lash or bash, torture, hate, harass, above the morass, no love for the brass, heart made of glass, prison door clasped: justice must be served and honor usurped.
III.
Respect will be earned, talent burned, with stakes raised high, and preparation on neigh, for the first of all time: glass shards lay scattered before "the benign indifference of the universe".
VI.
Heavy lays the crown, eyes dry, hands tied, will of the people, prepare to die.
Sunday, November 27, 2011
Wednesday, November 23, 2011
Wednesday, November 9, 2011
Monday, October 31, 2011
Thursday, October 27, 2011
Heraclites
“A man’s character is his fate”.
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For it is the poet’s duty to repeat an old truth in a new language.
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Starving for that which has never been tasted, tasting that which has never been craved.
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Falling over our-selves to eat the flesh of beasts, obsidian spear pierces to the depths beneath.
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Like deities falling from the lofty sky, resentments reserved for the falling stars a-high.
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Weeping for the widower’s life, through darkness eyes anticipate light.
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Through doubt the soul is torn for lack, of faith in truth with heart of black.
Friday, October 21, 2011
Widow Maker
How long must I wait until the voices of the ancients speak to me?
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Detached from death by each long breath, I long for them to speak to me.
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Dragon red water breathing monster unleashes its sirens blare into the open air, mothers sacrifice their fingers to plug their babies ears. How long till they speak to me?
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Rising to the ether, urine fumes on San Francisco streets fill the air with the smell of death. I await the day they speak to me.
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Soon enough I will be summoned to stand, knees straight, teeth sharpened, trained to kill, ready to die; longing for the ancients to speak to me.
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I hear the "thump-thump" of my ancestors battle drum grow louder. I hear the "thump-thump" "thump-thump" of my heart grow fainter. The ancients are ready to speak to me.
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Warriors aligned, poised to fight;
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They yell
"CHARGE"!
Tuesday, October 18, 2011
Sunday, October 9, 2011
Saturday, October 8, 2011
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