Through the hardest of times, never far from time, you push the limits with your ebullient mind, and you calculate and you cogitate, and you ruminate, for in your thoughts are such antediluvian visions, brought about by the difficulties which money can create, but on the flip side, there are such great possibilities that it…
Category: Poetry
A collection of posts featuring my poems.
Through pain
Through pain, through hurt, rise up like a revolution, and in your individuality, rise up like an evolution from the Earth, rise and forget bitterness, forget hate, forget jealousy and fight it with truth, and fight it for all you are worth, and with perseverance, never, never give in despite the suffering and the hurt,…
Through our radio stations and on our televisions
Through our radio stations, and on our televisions and online, we are pulled in to walk through the war zones, with our eyes, through our radio stations, and on our televisions and online, we are pulled in to see the suffering, and the countless deaths time and time again. Through our radio stations, and on…
Three birds
Laying in the grass, three birds flying past, three birds descending gently, three birds come to rest their wings, three birds tired of flight after flying upon the breeze so fast, three birds come to look for food amongst the grass, and the flowers under the sun in the beautiful sky. Three birds in their…
This wave
This wave of feeling, this wave of pain, oh, how the heartache it rises over and over again, yes, this wave of feeling, this wave of pain, oh, how the mind suffers, from the lost love that still remains, this lost love that lingers inside, and that continues to eat away at the soul, this…
This jealousy
This jealousy, this bitterness, where does it come from? He shrugs his shoulders, and she points the gun. And he says, “This jealousy, this bitterness from where does it come?” But he gets no answer, and still, she points the gun. And he steps back and there are no words, and she, she just pulls…
This is
The day is nearly done, this is nearly done, and after wrestling with my thoughts, this is nearly won, the final push at the setting of the sun, a day spent reading, writing, and researching, and it is a beautiful thing to dive into language, and create such works, such works that in your heart…
This is the therapy
Society, the future, no time for time, no time for people, untrusting, unfriendly and more fast paced, than you can ever imagine, and with barely anyone to talk to, only robot therapy, yes, this is the therapy, take it or leave it, this is the therapy, and you will believe you will like it, and…
This is the final countdown
This is the final countdown, the end, a time spent in such a state that I cannot placate, the feelings of loss, the feelings of suffering, as if being crucified upon a cross, and here I am, wondering why we have come to this, wondering why we are saying goodbye to each other, now, I…
This is an age
This is an age, is it not, an age that mostly should be forget, an age that should be forgot, because of the wars that we wage, wars upon each other with the modern weapons of the age, wars upon common sense and logic, wars of intolerance, racism and sexism, and ignorance, and intolerance and…
