Syphoned Poems

Rain washing through my open heart.
Glistening in the breaks and lacerations.
Bloodless drips abolish the evocation of pain.
Faculty of mind syphoned, immediate sublimation.
I roam eternity, interstellar dust once more
From where I came, I shall return...Read More

To wit, the editor
  the murderer’s axe

To slay the innocent
  with sharp attack

To wit, the editor
  last drop of blood

Now drained and syphoned
  —in victimhood

(Villanova Pennsylvania: February, 2016) 
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Where is the anger! The rage! And the courage, I expected to see?
Why is everyone so complacent? 
Evangelical Christians have endorsed a cheat, a liar, a bigot, and a misogynist
but hey, he’s pro life, God will forgive the rest...hallelujah!
Democracy is...Read More

Nepal 
Nepal I know little of this country nestling
Among colossal mountains 
It used to be a kingdom, but the king was so 
Autocratic that he lost the job.
Later on, I have this from memory, one of the princes
Shot the royal...Read More

To the born-eagles still walking among chickens,
To the redeemed but far from perfect,
To the thirsty that search with ignorance,
To the believer who still can't find a reason,
To the syphoned; who feel used,
To those who still looks at the mirror even...Read More

My doctor says I’m overweight,
I’m in the orange band,
To make it to the yellow zone
I’ll need a helping hand.

So he’s cancelled Sunday breakfast
And sworn me off scotch eggs,
He’s drained my car of petrol
Chuckling ‘Learn to use your legs!’

But I don’t...Read More

      hatred and love

She took me in, inside her heart, out of the raging storm of solitude
Dragged me. Pierced my tissues with the horn of a unicorn….

I levitated at daybreak and floated to the middle...Read More

(This is a fictional poem)

When I syphoned some gas out of my brother's car, part of it went on my shirt.
He set me on fire with his lighter and it really hurt.
The gas on my shirt made me light up...Read More