peace:)
30/12/2016
29/12/2016
27/12/2016
#poem #poetry #amwriting grizzly man
why complain of love
when you shouldn't be here
I could bite out your throat
rip the flesh from your neck
lock jaws to expose you
Why grasp for love
when nothing higher exists.
when you shouldn't be here
I could bite out your throat
rip the flesh from your neck
lock jaws to expose you
Why grasp for love
when nothing higher exists.
22/12/2016
#poem #poetry #amwriting each day I pray
each day I pray for the death of Amerika
not the people, not the land,
but the fist, the crippled hand
of war, and secret empire.
each day I pray for the death of Amerika
to see the buildings turn to sand
all stripped of pride, of gold and
jewels that melt and tire.
each day I pray for the death of Amerika
not the people, not the land,
but the fist, the crippled hand
of war, and secret empire.
each day I pray for the death of Amerika
to see the buildings turn to sand
all stripped of pride, of gold and
jewels that melt and tire.
each day I pray for the death of Amerika
05/09/2016
#poem #poetry #amwriting #sketchbook pillars
Four pillars, fluted and scrolled, stand now in support
of nothing: in nettles, behind wire. They do not hold
the sky. Nor is there sign of what might have laden;
no twisted rust, nothing. Only in a moment, on the path
when pausing to look at a thistle half blown, do I
wonder what has been taken, and that which remains.
of nothing: in nettles, behind wire. They do not hold
the sky. Nor is there sign of what might have laden;
no twisted rust, nothing. Only in a moment, on the path
when pausing to look at a thistle half blown, do I
wonder what has been taken, and that which remains.
04/09/2016
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