I Do Not Know

I do not know What to do, What I am doing, What card do I play, Which reality do I choose? Here is the fork [here, fork] It is time to choose. Nothing you want to happen Will happen, Your opressors made sure of that And if you refuse to play, They will play for …

Fear

Fear resides In a powerful light That envelopes all of me And strangles my heart For no reason. Power oft stands reasonless. How shall I follow Debilitated And pounded by The undoing of my reality? All the hopes and aspirations That stitch together what I am Are undone by your Scary knife. One day I …

Rapture

You have me rapt, Sink your talons Deep inside me And never let go. Am I a fanatic? Do you feel the same? I want you to consume My entire being With thoughts of you So never again Shall I think of me. Absolve me of myself. About this poem: I met someone recently who …

InBetween

I am stuck in between a world of dreams and a world that does not exist. Time is moving so fast I lost myself in the glass that shattered in a transit. ... Transient blues carve away incandescent orange in chopped blocks that sway around deranged like the Times that falter to lethargy when my …

Poetics Of A Tree

Is it poetic to say: A tree is not a bush, Is not the grass, Nor the puffy clouds, Nor the hot, bright sun, Nor a forest, Or that other tree Over there Projected from the mind, Or is it received? What is the nature Of the reality of the Poetics of a tree?