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Category Archives: my own poetry
Stars crush with faint beauty
Stars crush with faint beauty Yearning for mad wonder: Eyes widen to immensity, And long to surrender. Print Friendly
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We wake to sigh over the dead
We wake to sigh over the dead. The past is a corpse more heavy Than the grind of getting ahead. I laugh a future full of savvy. Print Friendly
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In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28961310″] In America, the voice of the rich is loud and clear- In this land of the almighty dollar, worship fear! The gilded beast commands our lives with suavity: We praise his brightness with cultured depravity. That we would become … Continue reading
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The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28961882″] The ocean way is a trackless path with no shore, An infinite horizon where the mind is insecure. All our desperate search for stable identity Vomits with longing for permanent solidity. Such immensity of rolling water and salty … Continue reading
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She leaves her love
She leaves her love To become full bright. And then repents, to Return- without light. Print Friendly
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Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song
[soundcloud url=”http://api.soundcloud.com/tracks/28968891″] Last night, the bird of complaint sang a song: “I sing to reveal that it is for love I long.” Today, ocean waves caress my aching face- My tears of pain are washed without a trace. Only the … Continue reading
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The uber rich have destroyed our middle class polity
The über rich have destroyed our middle class polity. They are the king-makers in our guttered history. The royals have returned with a refurbished crown: Corporations now have the halo of personal charm. America, it turns out, has exalted greed … Continue reading
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On this day, the New Life began to never end
On this day, the New Life began to never end: The God-Man lives this Life with His companions. But not as God- only as Man and elder brother Does he walk and beg incognito as the Friend. “No Sheikh, no … Continue reading
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When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play
When the righteous assassinate, it is fair play- But when the enemy kills, it is God’s dismay. When vast lands are invaded for “freedom’s” sake, Innocents are killed and maimed every day. We have no god greater than our own … Continue reading
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The filthy rich drop to their knees
The filthy rich drop to their knees And scrub and bleach the dirty fact: Their lucre ignores the tired pleas Of the bent worker’s aching back. Print Friendly
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