Sunday, May 27, 2012
Saturday, May 26, 2012
Thursday, April 19, 2012
The slight differences,
The destructive force of belief
and the slight realizations it releases,
The catastrophic design of the buildings
meant to fall on our heads at a shift in our minds
These changes, these shifts, these beliefs
Diminutive in upholding our lives,
Though they are deceitful, deplorable, dreadful,
I love these small, slight changes
Nobody notices them by you and I, but,
these differences make up our world,
And our world is the most colourful of them all.
Monday, March 19, 2012
Enough of this meaningless content!
These verses written on a whim
Without review, in desperation,
These poems written about nothing,
But with confusion
So that there is no hope of finding emotion through the emotion of confusion.
These meaningless, random words
Shame these pages, burn the eyes
Of the people who brave the fluttering, insubstatial leaves
Of rhymes with half-rhythms.
Enough of saying nothing but that cursed confusion!
Wasting words precious as water in a desert
On trees that will not bear fruit, now or ever
Wasting them on the confusion in my mind
Trying to express inexpliquable terror
Trying to express the depression in my chest
Trying to express the desperation in my heart
Trying to express the inequality of my verses
All to people who see for enjoyment
Who are of no mind to sort out the dark
The overlay of despair I recall
When I recall the poetry it created.
No more can I stand
No more can I see
For the confusion
The accursed confusion,
The accursed confusion leaving everything unresolved
Everything unresolved in everything.