Saturday, April 2, 2011

Three Little Poems...

Legacy

Past power within boils
The barely felt vibrations
Emotion resides here
The moss of life incarnate
Duality of the ages

What once was
Will be again
It is now
With the certainty of gravity
Time presses on us all

Survivors bay at the moon
Joyous and free
In the absence of immediate death
Screaming aloud in fear
That the echoes will fade

A Familiar

Companion long standing
At ease and at rest
Upon my shoulder
Pressing down on my chest

A shadowy chill thought
Unable to shake
Foreboding and frightening
A terrible weight

Why Dear Death,
Do you nuzzle so tight?
You echo in my inner thoughts
As I settle for the night

New Whores

Technology allows for
A shinier coat of varnish
Over the cancer-stricken surface
Of the new whores

Deeper layers and sophistication
Take longer to reveal
What has not changed
Since the time of the Pharoahs

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