In The Air TonightHair-trigger sprung by muttered Yesses and half-breaths.In The Air Tonight
Flared nostrils that speak Volumes on the coming Night of gripped thighs and Nuzzled necks, of Throaty growls With all their threats. The conscious self, What we forget, Grappling to the beat And smell of Sweat.
And when the fire Is dead and Spent, and all the Passion, gone and went, The glowing embers Loose the scent of Humankind.
This is when the breaths Which laughed and ran So hurriedly, are chased And caught, and made to &nbs
OculusOld Tiresias would Rest a weathered Hand on my shoulder, And smile a weary Cataract smile.Oculus
He would look at Me without seeing, And tell me without Telling me that we Are brothers.
Brothers in seeing Without eyes.
Empathy is the only Consolation for those Wretched few who See.
NightlifeThe streetlights Glare in through Plateglass panes that Reflect ghosts of The living.Nightlife
I have lost my Thoughts here before While working from Then to now.
I will lose myself again.
There, where the Shadows fall, And the dim Beautiful lights of Tomorrow drift from Building to building, Slipping off into the Airy dark, morning Has come.
(Though you wouldn't know it)
This is what was Said to me;
"Go to where the people are, and you will know life."
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The Infidel's EyeI see the power in All of this. TheThe Infidel's Eye
Frightening frenzy of Belief and willful Submission, and in Watching it, I am Both wondered and Sickened in the Heart of me.
Swaying and chanting And speaking in tongues, Speaking what might as well Be God's name with Frantic lips and rolling eyes. No one knows though, Sacrilege if so. Don't dare speak it And know...
So unfamiliar, these men And women who have let Go and surrendered to Something intangible. Their chanting and
Swaying and Singing is v
Breath of LifeWho knows what is hidden behind those two locked doors, padlocks jammed even when the key fits? Musty air swims up the currents of cool wind, although these windows have been opened and the air is fresh.Breath of Life
The kitchen tiles are yellowed and chipped, the refrigerator long emptied, disconnected from its charge. The old grout has blackened with age and wait, the wall crumbling and broken. Sagging cardboard boxes, half packed, as if one were moving and decided to return halfway, except there is no return. The home is empty.
Is that dust I spy sno
Urbanite SighsThe city breathes.Urbanite Sighs
The days are bright and the snow breathes like the wild growths of the jungle except in the city where the jungle is concrete and twisted metal
and the night breathes hush-hush where the lights glow happily out of buildings a hundred stories tall, a story from each window, a man wishing to be home, a woman wishing she could take a nice vacation somewhere exotic:tropical
and Atlas carrying the world, the weight of the world on his shoulders, looks in the plaza at all the delightfully busy people ru
Hide and SeekI'm playing hide and seek with God He hasn't found me yetHide and Seek
He counted to infinity And didn't break a sweat
If you were me, where would you hide What tiny sinful nook...
Where's the place, upon this earth, Where God won't think to look?
First I hid behind a stone Too big for God to move He hoisted it above my head With not a thing to prove
I realized that God could see Where I would choose to go The future is an easy thing For omnipotence to know
So then I thought about my will It seems that fate is bound
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Beginning Anew.
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