Shelta Realms Poems
|1.||Most Likely, The Fist||2/22/2006|
|2.||For The It||3/8/2006|
|3.||Plea From A Leper||4/30/2006|
|4.||Thirteen Couples Of Jazz||4/30/2006|
|5.||Katrina Of Fatima||5/4/2006|
|7.||From The Death I Become Ghost-Like But Free||9/15/2006|
|8.||Nine Up To Ten O' Clock||9/15/2006|
|9.||Spare Me An Inverted Five||9/16/2006|
|13.||The Caring Classroom||9/23/2008|
|14.||Bravado Of An Olympian||10/8/2008|
|18.||The Aetheist's Tale Of Survival||10/1/2008|
Comments about Shelta Realms
If ever the dawn does not happen tomorrow,
let your face shine as a tool against shadow.
I want to be part of that rare opportunity,
that might occur someday between now and eternity.
If sincerity is what you crave as the core,
of your deepest relationship, a magnificent ore!
Do not forget to establish within succeeding moments,
the heartfelt longings you anticipate as best.
You know that tomorrow might not come forever
so why not cherish felicity while you have the means to be tender.
You do not hold the time, cannot simply uphold
Plea From A Leper
Meat, gradually dispersing
Flesh, flakes creating.
The soul of my feet is there,
the sense of my bones persists,
though they both grieve for mercy.
Clashes, of pain and serenity...
Halt your horses! Where is your gall bladder by the way?
Do not state it as if you have balls to talk.