Short Demeaned Poems
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Fated poets
wander lost
in a sea of dreams
Devoid of truth
and not in rhyme
their words demeaned
Lasting moments
unresolved
repeat and spawn
Waiting for new
light to birth
— a saving dawn
(Dreamsleep: September, 2024)
Changing with each season,
voices come and go
what’s lost undreamed, ourselves demeaned,
in search of the unknown
Naked and left wanting,
fortune sires myth
impregnating its mystery
—with tales of the abyss
(Dreamsleep: October, 2021)
I have been called many .
But never good nor honey .
Stoned day, night and a lot .
For asking why or what .
Demeaned way beneath human being
For not being a pretty scene .
Denied to breathe in .
For I am the ultimate sin.
The pure abomination .
For everyone for all nation .
signed (sinner of all sinners )13Jan 2021
Trump does have a rash
which caused stock market to crash
from all the backlash
wish Trump would cut crap
crashed when he ran off the map
facing one more rap
Trump seems so scary
is insulting and very
at cemetery
crippled or goner
degrade Medal of Honor
which he had demeaned
Trump stories provide
he had always lied and lied
full of much self-pride
Bending a breaking point
rupturing time
Eons of history
skirting the line
Paradox native
our true D.N.A.
Truth as a concept
forever in play
Yessing and noing
transfixed in between
The jester in transit
all canons demeaned
Freeing the moment
the first wedded last
a twist to the turning
—where memory contrasts
(Septa R5 To 30th Street: August, 2023)
Broken cups
goodbye letters
sounds of anger
doesn’t get better
quiet life
calm as can be
Then slammed
sliding back
chaos sings
battered wings
shattered dreams
pain of fire
heart ripped out
debased demeaned
always unseen
shut doors
locked gates
eyes wide open
see no fate ..
Separation
of a
Hallucination
in the
Annihilation
and all
Validation
in the
Evolution
of our
Freedom
When faith is abandoned
we live on old dreams
In time captured wastelands
barren demeaned
Believing the tattler
and spinner of lies
Desperation is sainted
epistles decry
“Music plays in keys of pain
shouting from below
Missals singed in pagan fire
ashes still aglow
Caught out on a bridge alone
burning from both ends
Martyred in our heresy
— darkness to befriend”
(Dreamsleep: February, 2024)