Trying to find a reason
to think life is worthwhile
when dreams have become etched
copies of dried out scrolls,
no squeeze is left in these languidly
rolling daydreams.
so what is there now?
Day to day survival, for some
higher purpose above pain?
But listen, pain is pain and
I don’t care. I
don’t care about staying standing
even though I’ll lose, no Rocky
heroics for me.
What [...]
Posts Tagged ‘Poetry’
Trying to find a reason
Posted in Electronic harassment, Poems, tagged Electronic harassment, Poems, Poetry on May 26, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
It doesn’t matter
Posted in Electronic harassment, Poems, gangstalking, tagged Electronic harassment, gangstalking, Poems, Poetry on May 19, 2008 | 5 Comments »
It doesn’t matter
anymore
the cold bent looks,
the soft hissing I hear
behind me.
You don’t count anymore;
not your sorry excuses to
discount me, a member
of this place called earth.
The glaring sunshine and flat plain
of this town are just as much mine
as are to any of you
and I’ll treat it so.
From now on with my every breath
I won’t hang down
in [...]
Zero Circle – by Rumi
Posted in Uncategorized, tagged Poetry on May 13, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
“Zero Circle” a poem by Rumi (13th century Persian mystic)
Be helpless, dumbfounded,
Unable to say yes or no.
Then a stretcher will come from grace to gather us up.
We are too dull-eyed to see that beauty,
If we say we can, we’re lying.
If we see
No, we don’t see it.
That No will behead us
And shut tight our window into [...]
A half-decent poem at 15- Glory Worship
Posted in Poems, tagged Poetry on May 9, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
So I’m having a bad day and trying to occupy it now by finding lost poems. Here is one actually decent one from when I was 15 years old, only 17 years ago.
Glory Worship
Mossy aqua velvet reservoir
Rainbow reflections
of plastic sea creatures
Against a crispy marmalade sun
Wispy strands of cloud
Compliment an open dome
of periwinkle sky
Dust claps in [...]
We Are Waiting poem
Posted in Poems, tagged Poetry on April 21, 2008 | Leave a Comment »
We Are Waiting
There are days that haven’t arrived yet,
that are being made
like bread or chairs or a product
from the pharmacies or the woodshops:
there are factories of days to come:
they exist, craftsmen of the soul
who raise and weigh and prepare
certain bitter or beautiful days
that arrive suddenly at the door
to reward us with an orange
or to instantly [...]