Razor Poems

Razor wire sunrise

Woke in a box, no light, just grey—
Steel bed, cold floor, years to pay.
Wasn’t framed. I earned my time.
Ran with wolves. Got lost in crime.

Name was gone. They gave me a tag.
Fought for smokes, respect, a rag.
Learned to stare with a deadman’s face,
Learned the rules of a lawless place.

Every night: screams, shanks, sweat.
Dreams don’t grow

Angels and Razor Blades

Take care of each other out there
wherever "out there" may be...
a shopping mall
a city street
a place of worship
beside a country creek.
There's a deepening stain
on the tapestry of society
It's time to 
scrub it out
scrub it rough
scrub it clean.

Had enough of turning the other cheek?
Seems to me the cheek was picked clean a long time ago.
Time to

Roses and Razor Blades

Sometimes we're sacrificed to rooms void of light 
to the caw of the crow and the scent of the night
Silk of the mind, breeched by snakes -chains of cold
moment by moment they peck away at the soul. 

Roses and razor blades strewn on the ground
gifts have been given to help figure it all out
There are

Close Shave

Before a misty morning mirror
above a half-filled basin
such cold water was I braving
simply to lave my face in
but the coldest cut of all
and it only hurts when I smile
I severely slit myself while
I was busy shaving
but did my frozen fingers fumble
or was it just a rusty razor
which sorely needs replacement
that figured in my defacement
as there

The Razor

The razor in my hand
Easily is sinking in,
Going deeper and deeper,
Slicing through my skin.

As my body begins to open,
My blood begins to flow,
It's running out of me,
A puddle starts to grow.

The pain, it is intense,
It's making me want to rush.
Finally, there's the artery,
The blood begins to gush.

The job's done, I'm waiting
For my life to leave.
Never

red roses and razor blades

red roses and razor blades
woven into the soggy beds we've made
sweet scent of heaven the smell of slow death
red roses and razor blades...a prickly romance.

A Call For Peace Now

This is the news, a dream of peace,
an echo from the Middle East,
where children cannot understand,
the broken bones of broken lands, 
their only hope, for war to cease.

Every imam, rabbi and priest,
can hear the loss for those deceased,
while leaders watch or wash stained hands,
this is the news.

Hope is a hostage for release,
a call for all

My best friend

My best friend has a beautiful name
She’s magical and disturbing at the same time
You pray for death if you upset her
She stays with me every day 
And dances with me every night 

She’s with me when I wake up
She’s with me when I go to sleep
Planting the pleasant thought of not waking up in my

Dante's Razor

Shave the devil naked
get that tail between his legs
Leave him bald and impotent
all passion left in dregs

Fleece this vile pestilence
in the flames his fate ensnared 
Shear what he embraces most
— temptations curse laid bare

(Dreamsleep: December, 2023) 

Razor Sharp Edge

Men in my life have had a razor sharp edge

Got me feeling' like I'm on the edge of a mountain 

And there is an old billy goat up there with me

And I can see the sky as a vision of the future

So soapy, sudsy blue

And I can see that brick home with cut out hearts

Razor Blade

There is a line that separates reality from your desire
Cutting a path through the gray of confusion; a razor blade
Sharp and precise; the only tool for such a task
For a moment, desire bleeds through -you welcome the taste
But in the end, nothing keeps reality from crossing that same line
Not even a razor blade

Your Coercive Blade of Censorship, My Razor Edged Pencil Tip

Silenced voices, feared by those in power.
Utopia sought, only dystopia flowers.
Protect all speech, diverse and free.
Perception leads to a society that is truly.
Redeemed expression, a beacon bright.
Escorting us through the darkest nights.
Silenced speech, we've lost our way.
Shaping the fascists we sought to slay.

Occams Razor

Occam’s Razor
He has the knowledge
And you have the skill
To extract information
Before his comrades can killj
His silence may mean
Carnage’s scene
So does the end
Justify the means
His human rights
Against innocent life
Somebody’s child 
Somebody’s wife
You have the dilemma
Of how you must act
The idealist the luxury
Of talk after the fact
Whatever you do
It all ends the same
One way or another 
You

Pedestal

Put upon a pedestal thin as a razor blade 
where you must balance precariously
for the higher it’s raised the longer the fall
It’s simpler to say and do nothing at all
It’s far too risky to care
to put yourself out there
You slipped once before
perhaps you were pushed
It left a nasty scar 
which is quite a coincidence
You’ve never

Ridiculously Regal

Riot and rebellion reoccur in my rest.
has been ramified and ranked, in My rate
Round and round, revealing remorse
Righteous reputation, reverse reverence
Rack on my ratchet and roar to the rope.
Resident reutilization is running out of the Romp.
Give up the race to rehabilitate Renal.
Reverential Razor Ridiculously Regal
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Ksanet B../ peace of mind

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