Rebirth Poems

Rebirth Of Law

Just In Headliners:  
A sinister come-back 
Falsity applies, a genuine bible hack
In a Dracon stratosphere, a reincarnate 
Harsh is a nice word, worst of the worst
Anticipating being heard, spitting at the herd 
You don’t understand how good you’re at it
What awaits us lonely hobbit 
Acute awareness behind lips whistle 
Missiles of angst, a killer

The Drowning Darkness

When life goes right
it somehow never fails
that something from the past
tries to return and bite you in the tail.
Try as it may
I stand strong and stay
on the path set before me 
and nothing will get in the way.
I've been steadfast on this journey so far.
There is no way I can fall off the radar.
I've lived

The Cycle Of Life

Life is eternal
Destination unknown
Comes into physical form
Is dormant
Becomes active
Interacts with all of creation
Has an impact on evolution
Leaves physical form
Life is eternal
Destinations unknown
A possible reincarnation 
Comes into physical form
Etc …

Let the Flowers Grow Again Mystic

                                     Let the Flowers Grow Again (Mystic)

            

Let The Flowers Grow Again Mystic

Let the flowers grow again
From this aging skin—
To puffy cheeks and rosy lips,
From walking sticks to jumping ropes.

Let the flowers grow again,
To be pregnant with love,
To wear my heart on my sleeve
While I stare into his glittering eyes.

Let the flowers grow again,
To greet a warm body at dawn,
While the sun caresses my skin,
And a smile

To Be Continued?

People die and reappear
The same year through rebirth
I have noticed very clear
The same people walk on earth
Face type, character and laughter
Are the same, suppose they dream
The same dreams, before and after
The same places they esteem 
There’s one difference, however
They don’t know about revival
If they lived before or never
If it’s their first arrival
It's the mystery we

Rebirth

carve it out of me 
lay me down gently and open me up
the pouring blood
the burning skin
what a sweet relief

bury your hands in my chest
hunt it 
seize it
eradicate 

at last purified 
I can walk this earth in a sacred body 

how did it feel to taste rebirth Lazarus?
it’s death

Rosy Rebirth

The rain in Spain is never plain -- 
not there nor anywhere else, each 
drop a stork of rosy rebirth.

Rebirth of a criminal baby

What did I do to you in my past life to get what you give in this one 
What crime did I commit to you to get you to love me like you do
Is there anything I can do to pay for my crimes or will this be my eternal punishment

Rebirth of the Soul

When the mind faltered

Alternate timelines were born

Lines of realities blurred

Rifts of possibilities torn



Truth fading into the abyss

Chained to the unknown

Silently waiting for life's kiss

To shatter this stone cold throne



Provoking thy swarming thoughts

Clawing and scratching for the one

Blinded by hopes deemed naught

Until one's dreams are none



Walls shaking and quaking

Slashing and ripping

Sharpening newfound wings

Clutches of chaos beating


Sealing

A Version of a Woman in Time

Cruelty wears a crown in a cloaked place,
cold-blooded grins behind mirrored faces.
Remorse walks the halls bartering tattle while I fracture.

They crowned me in shame, but 
within a queen still rises.
They buried me in a fire of hell,
But like ash-gray smoke, I rise and swell.

I am the silence of the crown,
gone through ups and downs
stumbled in

When The Bed Burns

Tongues of solar flare  writhe  in combat kiss
     —flame-throwers unleashed
iron words  h a m m e r e d  in fire   
      ferrous words melt-morph into heart-welts 
  once under skin
        

My Murder They Call Survival

Three men.
Three shadows with human faces,
Hands like chains,
Voices coated in liquor and cologne —
That same cologne still snakes through my chest,
Claws at my lungs every time I smell it.

They didn’t need chains —
They used hands, words, filth.
And God?
Stood there. Silent.
Watched them rip my clothes,
Rip the light from my chest,
While I begged the sky for mercy
That

FULLER LIVING

"Im not doing this because you told me to
Im doing this because I feel sorry for you"

No, you don't. 
You want love. 
You want acceptance.

You're scared it isn't real 
Scrapes and bare bones wilting in your soul
Waiting for your joy to steal 
No home to call your own

The eyes are windows to a world inside
You

Still the Dust Sings

after  ‘The  waste  Land’,  by  T.S. Eliot

I met a woman on a glitching screen,
her face a whisk of pixels and prayer.
She spoke of shattered systems and survived code,
“The cloud remembers everything,” she said, "but forgets what matters.”

A rat hurried through my feed at dawn,
past memes and headlines, each a kind

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