Long Undrawn Poems

"Gospels"

 

Gospels are lost on a god
words are never hidden
under rocks 
unturned stones
for the hiding

Poets caress swords
a legend firm in their hearts
undrawn they hold it out
as victor for witness
and target, practice

to fall on love 
brutally...

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WHEN RELIGION BECOMES 
YOUR OPIUM 

When religion becomes your 
opium you slip into icy pre-dawn 
to mosque then lie in fever flu 
at dusk as bilal calls again
for you to stumble towards 
beckoning forefinger guilt
chalices...

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I am bold, they say. Living life, out loud.
They can't even fathom how much I doubt.
Can't imagine the self conscious monster
that strangles me from the inside out.
Who is this creature
deemed worthy to play a man?
Why...

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Stand down
In his bedsit he sits and waits.
Tears fall as he remembers his mates.
In his bedsit alone and forlorn,
No one notices the curtains undrawn.
In his bedsit,amid the damp and squalor,
He can still hear his sergeants...

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Vague narration, like a blurred picture,
No words can fully interpret.
Might be an unknown torment,
Or a glass of fine liquor.

A place yet known, or an answer yet heard,
A time whether a promise, would be kept or...

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STALKER

I rue the darkness
follows me
‘neath faded yellow
streetlights
surrounded by the dance
passing shadows
leery
of soft lights.

			I fear the demons
			that I seek
			to keep at bay
			the demons that
			I flee.

					I lurk
					beneath an undrawn
					curtain
					center stage
					no lights
					no lines
					no audience.

							I blend
							into the shadows
							lonely figures
							grays...

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Incandescence flows from the very core.
To say, a handful of innocent dust,
Transcending into giant stars that soar.
In a jiffy I’m captured in the gust.

Myriad of colours bring sky alive,
Wanton eyes defeat coward ears, to feast
Upon...

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If you’re a morning person,
Then you wake before the dawn
And thus, it’s dark outside
When blinds are raised or drapes undrawn.

The city’s very magical
When most of it’s asleep.
It’s relatively quiet
And the stillness settles deep.

The subway’s fairly...

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Like melodies from night leaves sent over
Above the pebbled rivers, her hooves float
Across glens with misty drops of clover
Embroidered in a dwindling dark, she coats
The sleeping land with birdcall's silver notes
A flash, perhaps, between a...

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Soul Survivor


Across the long aisle of dawn
At cost of the core of my soul
Through dense fog I stumble as pawn
In search of long humbled bell toll
Seeking life lines long undrawn
Erased from the tear covered scroll.

Perhaps...

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