The penitent man walks in the footsteps of God
This is my highly antagonistic allegory of my own life. Well, Part one, anyway. The original is more than twice as long as the maximum character limit of 3000.
Penitent man follows the footsteps of god
Part two of my anti-self reflection
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"my favorite restaurant"
“my favorite restaurant” at the four top in the corner they’re all lookin’ kinda blue three guys and a well dressed girl i wonder who’s screwin’ who the waitress, she’s on crack, smell the monkey on her back her patrons can’t quite tell fo
Is it wrong to fall?
Is it wrong to fall? To expend one's potential as drawn to what one may not alter to only flail at guidance? The gravity of choices inexorable to defend against?
Then Now Never
Life among the Maya indigenous of Santiago Atitlan, Guatemala
three minutes of introspection
i am a stranger now even to mine own self the anchor chains have rusted in the salt of my sea neither brother nor sister nor friend can i muster whether the hand proffered or no for it is an alien world all that is within it and me incom
Blinding Light
unrequited love entire
The wreckoning
As i weave a trail in the blue chilled night, my cabin in dim cabin light, sways rested on chided waves. Occasional clearings from distant light, throws shadows fleeting through my cabin. Alone on a strung bunk, I read of St' Augustine, his
It was You
Through my mind, running legs; must be aching. All day, it was you. A harp without strings, no pleasure to hear. Love's pleasure lost, your absence felt Now night is here, on my pillow. The scent is mellow, in slumber I rest
ashes
a poem about being stuck in a bad relationship, and not knowing when to get out.
Tuesday cycling
In my poem, i like to describe my expereinces, like when i went cycling, i am not a thinker, it is more feelings. As i cycled, (apart from being a nice sports-hobby),i described the country fields,birds incorparating the smelling/hearing senses.The straw that broke the camel's back, is reflecting on very day life, hard times, the heavy blows, one endures. AS one is single, looking for Love.Cycling till one finds Love...
Wednesday-canoeing..
My poem is all about my canoe outing, to-day, Wednesday, on a sunny, clear, warm day. I described the blue, calm sea, sandy beach, golden sands. Canoeing is a nice sport, I feel in heaven, alone, tiny in the immense sea, ok, not far from shore. As re: "mermaid",it could be love of Nature, Love, happines...all reflect Love..one is never alone, as Love is being happy, not sad.
Waiting On Sundown
A young man helps a friend escape an abusive relationship.
Untitled.
'One more cup of coffee before I go, to the valley below...' - Bob Dylan The poet is a coffee filter, the world a blend. I am not the nutrients nor the soil. I am not the rain which seeps into your being before you awaken. I am not even
Gifted Hands
A poem for the working man and for The Maker who makes it possible.