If I was born a thousand years ago
perhaps the beauty of birds
or all the natural world
would have been enough for me,
Author Archives: Thepoetryofjp
Alone
I would tell you
that you
are not alone
and reference
two bodies tied
to each other
in space,
as if
Disinformation
Dear viewer, do not be confused,truth is the movie scene, continuous,and, yet, there is a Texas Switch,an audience unknowingly influencedby directors swapping the whichis which and who is who of true.
Into The Trenches
We are out gunned,
out skilled, and ill equipped
for this oppressive force,
but into the trenches
The Serapeum at Saqqara
Precision and prowess is
clutched within the bowels
of the serapeum’s stone walls,
proud geometric boxes
of suspicious skill.
Atlantis
I live in Atlantis,
sunk deep beneath the ocean waves;
hope is mere semantics,
for my people cannot be saved.
Tears to Pay
What matters if we stop these bells,
—the toll and knell of guns and bombs,
the monstrous groan of metal wheels
the murmur of a boy gurgling on hope
before his breath is smothered out,
if we cannot quench the thirst of bureaucracy?
Amending Our Heads Into The Sand
Never let ideas die,
not with a man
Where have the Lilacs Gone
Where have the lilacs gone?
Are they with the belladonna
that bloomed when we were young,
before the truth was known,
before the side effects,
before the taking of remedies?
Where do I begin
Where do I begin,
what words will convince you
that a knowledge of history
is not a conspiracy
