moonlight mends by stitching together the torn edge of the wor.d
The shadows are moving in my head
Spac img o ut wor ds to make them sound adding the surb
Leant easy with then into
Greekly high V the perfect
X marks the spot
Where sparrows captains run in
Free and dumb to
an Australian twang
One of rays best moves
Huge Jack man
Was reemed by
Wolf whistler but only to
Where wolves there
There
Wo. Sheep lf clothing
Would be a good brand
Fan of every tastic
Full of every awe and wander
Made you say aww twice
Wonder if the wander is wrong
Let me spond spond
Appreciate the un
Stood
Under
The see
Who sees the pictures in my head
Is the narrator me
Who else am I talking
Never believed in unbelievable
Knighted all my deals
Angered every strain
We the ird
Mega with an ooh
Better
Alps haa haa
arrange every re
Elooongated should be
Errrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
Weight got to go
Sea ewe sooon
TRIED
VIALS
FISHY
IN
THREE
I study a sphere
For a simple clear answer
And imagine a bubble, a ball and
A dancer
And still no evidence
Of a conclusion,
Is sphere just a rhyme wor(l)d
For a compound illusion?
"through the dark I can only see the light"
~
matches made
knot
at heaven's gate
true feelings
begin
as this is it
life's never ending fate
(w)rapping
tongues touch
deep in one another's soul
and all the wor(l)ds
make us whole
a book of prophets
unsettled
in the aching moments
held tight
corners of your parchment heart curling
in a helpless flight
a love of light
lifts and fades away
words written out
sensual and smooth
true and tried
finding the yellow in the blue
petals of a once blooming rose
no longer wilting
as seasons finally close
•
blank eyes blink
staring off into darkened night
final chapters unfold
as life
unravels within the unrest
it has to
it has to
come apart
tainted tears drip upon the pages
lost
from the very start
•
O' let me be your rain
to be there to comfort you
to wash away the pain
O' let me be your rain
caressing the very of your grey
let your flowers bloom
in the backdrop
of a naked sky
starless
where tommorow holds
breath
hidden deep inside
every heartfelt cry
doctor can you
see me now
i'm the patient
with impatience
i grew up in an
age of war of
racism for me
with little
anxiety
but
then they threw
in the words
space
race
and i winced
when the
starting
gun went
off
forever plant in g
in me
a certain sense of
tension like stretching
these wor-were-words
where we're now
worried
i live a life in
competition
so to survive
i need to
forge t a
bout lag
time
there once was
a selfserved me
generation but
they died out
selectively
but the adapt
able evolved
ones created
what is now
the seemingly
unreality of
now not
then but
now
doctor
give me
a sedative
now
What is love?
Love is an emotion
Where is love?
Love is in your heart and soul
When do you experience love?
You experience love when you meet that special someone
What does love feel like?
Love feels like a ride on a roller coaster or in a hot air balloon
How do you know it's love?
You tingle, you tremble, you stumble over your words
I uh, my tongu... feel all gigl... stumble on my wor... like now!
Is there a cure for love?
NOPE!!!
There is a poem in my heart,
that beats in different dialects.
Da ist ein Gedicht in meinem Herzen,
which flows freely through my veins.
Il y à un poème dans mon cœur,
that tickles the tip of my tongue.
Existe um poema no meu coração,
which dances with a million sighs.
Wo xinzhong, youyi shou shi,
that is suppressed by emotionless expression.
Mery dil mein bi aik nazam hai,
silent, as it cannot be heard through speech.
Jest wiersz w moim sercu,
unwritten, as it cannot be read through words.
Am o poezie in inima mea,
that hides behind a dynasty of lyrics.
Det er et dikt i mitt hjerte,
which only serenades internal chambers.
Yparxei ena poihma sthn kardia mou,
that conducts symphonies with my mind.
V moemy serzi jyve poezia,
which may never be understood.
Mei wor echo kèn non ngasangasei,
that whispers words for my beloved.
There is a poem in my heart,
because my heart is a poem.
The Silent One
25 April 2018
One day, I hope it will be easier.
One day, I hope the pain will subside.
One day, I hope that hole in my heart will fill.
One day, I'll be by your side.
I hope that day comes one day my brother
You're not upstairs of that we know.
I know you'll be raising Hell my brother.
Anyone who knew you will also know.
That one day I will see you again my brother.
See that you are still the same.
And that day when I see you again my brother.
Maybe that day will ease my pain.
For now in this life I have my thoughts my brother.
Laugh at the the things that you did.
No matter how you left us you are still my big brother.
You're big Knoxy, my brother, Wor Kid.
Sleep well and raise Hell my brother. Sleep well!!!
The still, small voice no longer can be heard.
The sacred, silent space unoccupied
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Word.
We centre our whole self on the absurd
For iPads cannot pass through any eye
The still, small voice no longer can be heard.
God no longer feels inclined to share.
The golden cloud of angels cannot fly
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Word.
The altar’s stripped, the rituals are nightmares.
The ancient priest says Mass and wonders why
The still, small voice no longer can be heard.
A virtual wall stops grace from being shared.
Jesus is made flesh and silent dies
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Word.
No one is an island, John Donne cried
But now there is no truth to satisfy
The still ,small voice no longer can be heard.
No burning bush nor tempest speak The Wor
They sent Jamal to detention
for saying "********"
yet he saw a billboard of the "KKK
with the president"
Maria cried when Emily told her
"If you say "f*** again, we won’t be friends"
but Maria heard that "they’re building a wall on CNN"
When Mohamed told Jenny, you have a "big a**"
She practiced her jujitsu and punched him in the face
While eating halal meat for dinner he heard,
"We’re banning people of the Muslim faith"
Danielle sat on the sidelines during the soccer finals
She was red-carded for saying "you’re sh**" to their rivals
but in Time Magazine she read,
"In Mississippi they’re refusing service to homosexuals"
Ahusaka was in his room today
tweeting to his followers about the super bowl
He didn’t go snowboarding
He called John a "mofo"
Ding, a notification on Ahusaka’s phone
from the Chicago Tribune
"The new administration is pushing through,
the pipeline under Standing Rock Sioux"
Jamal, Maria, Mohamed, Danielle and Ahusaka
paid their dues
but who's held accountable for "the silen* cur** wor** of the mighty few"
Ee wor at allotment an we planned to surprise im.
Ee came ome mumblin summat abaat bein forgot.
We ad allsorts on’table and id underneath it.
Surprise! We all yelled when ee walked in.
It were great fun and Grandpa said is eyes were sore,
Sometimes they run ee said.
Pauline Connelly
Work, work, work, work, work
Work, work, work, wor, wor
Wor, wor, wor, wor, wor, wo
Wo, wo, wo, wo, woe is us.
The irony of the fall of man:
Them yielding to Eden’s free and tempting fruit,
Now cursed us to labor for our fruit.
They should’ve had a hamburger.
the wind of old nails
broken stones
the sky a gulit of rain
all these stunted trees
grasp over wet moss
seagulls are unborn children
that cry over the tundra
this is the end of a measured world
this is the e nd ofa mea sured wor ld
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