When I was a child, I thought like a child, I acted like a child and I played like a child. If I were to have become a man, I might have put childish things behind me.
When I was enlightened, I laughed at the world. Hell. I heard the world laugh right back at me.
My poems explore many themes, styles, and perspectives. I play with rhyme, meter, and semantics in order to evoke thoughtful consideration. It is not enough to read a poem, it must be grokked. Cherish the words with your intellect and instinct.
Imagine you are outside of yourself, looking down. Now back up. Go further. Further. Still further. Look back down at yourself and see how far away you are. Where are you? What are you doing? What is your place in the intricate dance of the moment? Like a fractal, an algorithmic scream, the moment unfurls in three dimensions at over a quarter million miles a second, forming the fourth dimension-one of ever increasing scale we call 'Time' as if it is somehow separate from 'space' and movement.
We are a part of that. Look around you and see the intricate connections that form your world. Friends, relatives, enemies, politicians, corporations, where you shop, what you eat, how you express yourself and how any given idea is expressed to you. It is a part of you and you an intimate part of it. What influences you and how do you influence others?
We are the divine breath of God. That is the ultimate responsibility.
People aren't born for what they do, but what their parents dream.
People don't grow for growing's sake, but for the future's gleam.
People don't live to one day die, they live to put off dying.
People don't work to build themselves, they work to stave off crying.
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What was there left of her
after the bad men touched her?
What fragile sense of wonder shattered?
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I greet the burden of your soul
and wonder if your heart is whole
when one can hold it out to share
beware of love, beware.
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When hopelessness or passion's throes ignites us,
lost emotion casts confusion everywhere.
When hatred of our flesh's prison grates us,
how much easier is forgetting that we care?
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Pierced by an arrow,
pierced by a phrase
Killed by a sentance,
trapped in a maze
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