They came from Taurus They were kind and generous I felt the kindred love My hand fit their glove They showed me their starship’s berth in the Atacama Desert There was much they had to say to me of how the world needs to be free of the tyranny of man of how the worldContinue reading “They came from Taurus…: A poem “
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The Church is funded by the mafia
They came from Pisces…: A poem
They came from a very cold place Pink and blue on the face My heart did not race I was thinking of disgrace They made their entreaties I revulsed at them like a disease When they told me of their wishes I guessed they were from Pisces I was not at words’ loss when theyContinue reading “They came from Pisces…: A poem “
They came from Scorpio…: A poem
The constellations have borders And their seemly orders They would come in the night And in plain sight Their therapy of sound had my body wound Once, they attempted to drag my soul out of my body, out whole They were from Scorpio It was my woe For, their skulls and bones didn’t match myContinue reading “They came from Scorpio…: A poem “
The devil wants to be everybody else but himself
An illusion: A poem
I am feeling wells in every pore The lyrics fitting to the score And though my fingers are numb with the season, my soul is warm to an illusion The letters drop from my page to the ground And like falling leaves make no sound But I hear their scratch in my mind And theyContinue reading “An illusion: A poem “
Wealthy in austerity: A poem
I have fanned my fire with an austerity of desire Held the horn of the rhino Tamed the bull in the rodeo This wrought iron will No connivance can distil Resilience fits the bill that even Satan can’t kill My soul is no carpetbagger Goliath can be exterminated with a mere dagger My veins haveContinue reading “Wealthy in austerity: A poem “
The game should be on my terms. Not on anybody else’s
Fuck off creep, Ireland
Courage, tomorrow: A poem
I can bury the bones of sorrow with the tired gasps of air I swallow Today, I will like a widower brood May that to you be understood Grace’s buck in my desolate lounge has collapsed to the ground Though my stars are sublime, I need some time to cleanse the soul of the dispensableContinue reading “Courage, tomorrow: A poem “