Short Mutilating Poems
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Oh Almighty God
end this genocide on Gaza
move demons away
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025
hate is an internal cry
burning salt drips of anger
steaming for justice
Al Juman style haiku © 1/12/2025
And as you decapitated me
I finally realized who I was
Simply a part of you
That had deteriorated into
Broken dreams and fireless fights
When the shadow was cast
I would disappear into the back
Lost for now, but begging
To come out
And I want to thank you
For mutilating my soul
Form:
roving black hole
devours
a misplaced life
somewhere
in the futile fog
of wandering warfare
it's baked in the cruel cake:
an ultimate deletion
is coming for us all
with groaning glee
we scratch an incendiary itch
under the hood of
a mutilating maelstrom
where cryptic terror gushes
from loose AI cannons
I fear it all
but there's nothing
to fear but
the imperfect
storm
As I am here surrounded by the Numbness
of tree trunks - still and nameless in the breeze -
A Willow weeping crystals of uncertain
Bombarding a century that does not belong to me
But I AM here surrounded by the people
who blindly thrust my chest and leave the broken thorns
and no one cares when mutilating names of lovers
How hurtful is when carving in immortality of bark...
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I believed,
I saw peace rise from the ground
breathing his disease over the world.
and love, love
danced her tune over hate
mutilating him deep into hell.
and people turned,
seeing man's true colors, praising
their countries for lasting peace.
Jesus wept.
He saw his earth unite into his dream
all men can see.
and love and peace
pledged to walk the earth carrying
their message throughout eternity.
HE walks slowly
along the engorged path
of midnight madness.
Spilling crude pain
each crippling step
of the way.
With angular eyes
a fertile grim heart and
an infinitely defective
MIND...HE
quietly steals
the innocence of
glossy blossoms
who unknowingly
sprout or roam
HIS gritty black trail...
Forever tarnishing
bushy roots
and buds once pure,
mutilating their body,
their growth,
their essence
and more.
Leaving behind Midnight Madness spores...
Lay
Beach glasses and hourglass
One of those classic ones
One step I take towards you
Two steps backward
Sun rays blinded you from me
Or me from you
Thoughts clouded my vision
Maybe a skin too nightly
Bloody insecurities mutilating
This poor soul of mine
As it writhes in hunger
Desperate to be noticed
A poem I wrote
And walked boldly up to you
Fall you did
As my words were read
On my bed I lay
A lovely dream, I sigh
Peering through my window,
I see you walk by.