DISAPPEARANCE
Light baptised my forsaken body
red whirling a glimmering ocean
Perseidon’s crystalline tears
drip-dropped into mine
manifesting oyster shells
Odysseus smiled blinking
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Have you ever
Soothed the pain
Of the weary?
Have you ever
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What people call reason
is usually nothing more than a weapon
they wield to justify their prejudices.
I have seen otherwise kind people
cut a friend to ribbons with cold logic
and then smile at the carnage,
forgetting that pride is one of the
seven deadly sins.
But meaningful thought requires much more:
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I like soft light best,
candles and moonlight.
Such light always overlooks a blemish
to highlight the deeper beauty-
the sparkle in one's eye,
the glow of a fire, the contours of the night.
It's not concerned with getting to some final truth,
but instead, naturally gregarious, invites us to talk
of our dreams, our aspirations, indeed anything,
usually over a glass of burgundy,
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Mark my words, less they be lost amongst the echoes of time.
Listen to the measures and cadence of my tone as I tell thee, the most utmost truth.
Bind me to the earth, so I might live amongst your prenumbra, just those fleeting corners
The negative space of your x- ray could suffice, to surround you so fleeting,
We all lurch, so very systemically,
Flaying ourselves unto the abyss, endlessly, pointlessly,
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DISAPPEARANCE
Light baptised my forsaken body
red whirling a glimmering ocean
Perseidon’s crystalline tears
drip-dropped into mine
manifesting oyster shells
Odysseus smiled blinking
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Love,
What a beautiful word
It can mean different things
To people all around the world
But
What is love?
I asked myself,
And that's when I felt the presence of your elegance
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Mark my words, less they be lost amongst the echoes of time.
Listen to the measures and cadence of my tone as I tell thee, the most utmost truth.
Bind me to the earth, so I might live amongst your prenumbra, just those fleeting corners
The negative space of your x- ray could suffice, to surround you so fleeting,
We all lurch, so very systemically,
Flaying ourselves unto the abyss, endlessly, pointlessly,
......
For Compassion and Understanding,
I don't accept any call
I am trapped into an infernal loop where i am misunderstood with a Provider
As soon as i am covered by the sound of words
I wonder, what should i sacrifice, what do i own
Me myself under this position, would only be able to demand for Compassion and Understanding
I myself, did not make, I
But have been made
I have been watered like a flowered to get where i got
I have never asked to be here, therefore
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These are poems about the homeless and the downtrodden, and poems about the need for compassion, kindness, understanding and tolerance.
Neglect
by Michael R. Burch
What good are your tears?
They will not spare the dying their anguish.
What good is your concern
to a child sick of living, waiting to perish?
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