Precision and prowess is
clutched within the bowels
of the serapeum’s stone walls,
proud geometric boxes
of suspicious skill.
Tag Archives: poem
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?
Bent and Broken
Neither mother, maiden, nor crowne
can morn more the passing of this nation
Hero
He’s nobody’s hero,
the man that wakes at dawn,
the bagger that packs bags
’till swole with groceries.
Lullaby
We are living in Orwell’s mind,
while Huxley sings his lullaby
Build Back Better
Do not believe bankers, princes,
or governments; for all their wealth,
glittering gold, and grasping at control,
Please Don’t Send Flowers
He passed away today—or was it days ago,I have not the strength to tell.Anymore, the rose’s petal’s saywhat my words could never:don’t send me more flowers—please don’t affix a card to the lilies,because I have relived his deathwith each wilting lilyand cried more often then a rose in molt.
