Ruck

I get frustrated with the modern American's tendency to limit their vocabulary. We have such a beautiful, complex, precise, and rich language, but we treat it with such disrespect, and it saddens me. This is my poetic rant against a limited, four-letter word vocabulary. I don't usually go on poetic rants, but the frustration just … Continue reading Ruck

A Secret Chord

If the deity cares for music Why shouldn’t you? Will you become yourself A broken shoe? Walk no where, no place to go So stale and, oh, so slow? Deafly turned to visible sounds Deafly blind mysterious rounds Then stop up, voyager, and turn around Your journey is whirring And without sound But I will … Continue reading A Secret Chord

Lust

Cry beyond the cage of birth Crowding toward the crushing earth Creeping in the soiled skirts Of carnal lust and losing mirth. Laughing loud in loyal love To gain a shred of laughter rough In breathing in the layered lore Of life forgotten and forged l’amour. Loving lust and lousy grime To grovel low in … Continue reading Lust

RISE

With a glance behind and gaze to fore I pushed myself beyond the door Door that closed upon my past And now the future die is cast Cast to breaking on the shore Shore that's breaking on the floor Floor of deep embedded beads That time has wrought to sandy seeds Seeds mix and jumble … Continue reading RISE