Archive for May, 2016

Peace Is Found

I tried to deny it in the past,
but here’s the truth: I need You, Lord.
As earthly life goes by too fast,
peace is found in Your steadfast form.

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Crushing Love

You waited for me patiently,
and now I see your suffering.
What you endured, I’m so sorry.
I hear the gray mouth thundering.

Protection from the violent storm,
the least I could provide for you.
When crushing love becomes the norm,
I pray that gray will redeem blue.

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The mad rush to get somewhere
is killing journeys left and right.
Scenery is just as crucial
in making sure we keep fair sight.

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May Flower

As the flower starts to lose its color,
the hand strangling it turns bright red.
Look at all the shades, o lover,
such differing shades of things unsaid.

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Tender Fields

With you the road I take is sweet,
through tender fields of growing wheat.

You’re the constant sun, the faithful moon;
my body can’t help but revolve around you.

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Quad Negative

I don’t care anymore.
I tried but you didn’t.
I can’t ignore facts.
What I want just isn’t.

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The offbeat piano
shoots chills down my spinal cord,
conjuring unknown
markings ‘cross this Ouija board.

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Unfermented Wine

These poems in clusters,
like grapes made of paper,
they’re all I can muster,
so bring out the staplers.

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Two Tongues

O devil darling,
tell me why, oh tell me why
you think you’ve a monopoly
on making me cry.

O angel darling,
tell me how, oh tell me how
you expect me to believe you
if all’s in doubt.

O demon darling,
tell me what, oh tell me what
you witnessed that awful morning
as forests were cut.

O divine darling,
tell me when, oh tell me when
you decided to get rid of
each of my friends.

O horrid darling,
tell me where, oh tell me where
you discovered a new refuge
free from despair.

O lovely darling,
tell me who, oh tell me who
you will attempt to deceive next
with twisted truth.

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Cocky Wind

Pellets of rain descend
from the gray like a hail of gunfire,
rusted metal trash cans
toppling over, shoved by the cocky wind

who doesn’t so much enjoy the result
as he does power. Throwing his weight
onto the litter strewn across vacant, dirty streets
he finds the temptation to control
even the tiniest of fates

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