Photosympathy
In our wanton hubris
and brutish ways,
we cut at the world;
we leave it bleeding
and weeping for us.
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Hindsight embers
Your rose-colored memories
have faded away,
lost their luster,
and now the remnants
sit like ashes
waiting to be discarded.
Vitality
Life goes on –
through strife and sorrow,
floods and famine,
and hellish heat.
Life goes on –
through bitterness
and endless tears
which o’rflow the rivers.
Life goes on –
remember this
through wretched days
and haunting nights:
Life is persistent.
Life sustains.
Life does not give up.
Life remains,
and goes on.
Love is a Many-Splendored Thing
We danced in the rain,
and made love in the dark.
When we were done,
you broke down and cried.
You told me your secret,
and I loved you all the more.
Thank you for being my girl
even though I can never be yours.
Cummings
There are as many
definitions for poetry
as there are Poets.
All of them are right,
and all of them are wrong.
Starving
I once knew an artist
a man who laughed
and drank with friends
and worked hard
but his heart had grown barren.
Even the words of philosophers
babbled emptily
into his ears
for the fire had long vanished
from behind his eyes.
Quetzalcoatl
The scales of the world serpent
Rose together as one
Reached into the heavens
Devouring knowledge until
They became a god.
Grace
She addresses the crowd,
not from behind a porcelain mask
locked in an eternal smile,
but with a weathered face,
hard and scarred by the world.
Her smile is her own.
Charging toward the sky
Part the clouds,
divide the heaves,
and raise the ceiling
of the sky.
Privilege
The sins of the past,
the blood on my hands,
the blood in my hands –
Who, and what, am I?
A (wise) man of two faces 