Tag: poetry

all the things you love

all the things you love

20221003.2356

may you turn away
all the darkest things
and turn on the world
every time you sing

rolling on a ball
rolling off a log
rolling and falling for
all the things you love

may all the things you love
always
light the way you came
may all the things you love
one day
all know your name

breathe says the water
when trouble hides and seeks
to overthrow your order
and trade worries for your sleep

to the city walls
cast off doubt
with your bride fly off
reset the clocks

20220926.1306

may you turn away
all the darkest things
and turn on the world
every time you sing

road work outside your window
construction down the block
induction of plans
demolition of clocks

breathe says the water
when trouble hides and seeks
to overturn your order
and trade worries for your sleep

rolling on a ball
rolling off a log
rolling and falling away
from all the things you love

all the things you love
will someday
go back the way you came
all the things you love
will someday / always know your name

always only almost



i never jump
but sometimes
wonder as to be



/ squeezed between wheel and rail /
/ liquified into sidewalk cracks /
/ betrayed by the softness of water at terminal velocity /



a final taste of blood into quiet black
forever suspension
soul mixed into the city gutter



always only almost /
the city self-harm paradox:
selfish + public
too many other’s
commutes, too, interrupt



missed the train announcement again
headphones too loud
head too cloud
unprepared for changes
anyway
someday
now

[words] since i heard the sun

04 july 2015

It’s been a long time since
I heard the sun
Call my name
It’s been a long time
since
I was supposed to
Find my way
Since
I felt needed
Slept through the night
Saw any form of
promised land

moon shot 092715a

Dreams take me high
And leave me lovely
(but) also falling
[terrified]
judged outside
turned inside
At the back door
On a front line

sky runs red
darkness visible
Blood runs red
empty streets

sunset brooklyn 092215b

It’s been a long time
since
I heard the sun
call my name
It’s been a long time
since
I could find
my way

you can still be a refugee
in a place you cannot escape
dissolve into a clandestino
with nowhere to go

backyard sunset 06252015a

Don’t fall silent now
You are not forgotten ones
Chasing rays
Crying for the sun
To fight the war inside

writing seeing

writing without photographs,
evolution’s parallel selection
to writing with
photographic memories,
:
the dotted lines between
:
imagination,
the sole (soul) hideout
halfway safe house
for
picturing
without pictures
:
// the fear of writing before seeing
// the legacy of our age
:
System.NullException…

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sliver of sky [disquiet0019-rojiura]

sliver of sky
where planes streak
birds fly
guide me to my dreams
hvac hum
rainfall drum
basement guitar practice strum
white noise cardboard pillow

face flashes in windows,
light strobes and mortar shadows
in an updown walldance
as homework ends,
as bills are paid,
as security makes rounds,
as embraces lead to encounters.



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