Death

Time and time again

The dread of curtain fall returns

Where space and time alike,

Like sand flows out of hand

With no means to retrieve,

Til suddenly:

You are no more.

Never will you wake again

Through all eons of time;

While stars and universe itself

Explodes in cosmic fire,

There is nothing, less than blank

Going through your mind;

Which anyway, is no more.

It is dreadful to contemplate such a thing.

So you can try to ignore it

And see fear resurface

In various wicked ways;

Or, like eastern sage,

Make peace with your journey

To nothingness;

Or, be like a child -- but not a fool! --

And pass through eye

Of needle with true faith

Via the Way, the Truth and the Life

And somehow defeat

Such inevitable, terrifying fate,

From which none escape.

Interests

The forms asks about conflicts of interest;
Year, by year, I reply, ruefully: none.
Then, at last, you ask to be my partner
And I answer: yes!

Aims, Methods, Results and Conclusions

Who is to blame
When at night you aim
And the floor is covered in piss?

Oxford comma

So you use the Oxford comma?
Are you really that full of yourself that you will write a whole poem about it?

Just to make you feel that little bit more special?

Yes, yes and yes.

Oops.

chimes

take me as your own

make me as your own

break me as your own;

as you own me,

chimes of freedom sound!

october march

says the distance,
that tears our souls apart:
won’t you place now,
your warm hand on my heart;

cries the madness,
when crowds march side by side:
flaps its wings now,
dove olive broken heart.

honesty

if you have broken the law

how can you uphold it;

if, when looking into green islands

inside someone's soul

how can you pretend you

haven't sold a lie, that you

haven't broken their trust?

all is fair in love and war;

well, how about affairs of monies

and business, affairs of state

with monarch and the wake

operation London Bridge

operation you haven't lived

operation act who you are

and yet commit no fault

or make good on them

by acts of truth;

can you? when all is a riddle

wrapped in mystery inside an enigma?

blood

i did try to warn them off

i did try to ward them off

i did try to wear them off

i did try to tear them off

but now they are part of me

part of poisoned tapestry

chalice of blood heal me now

if only I had faith somehow

shame

neurons scattered, neurons proud
should have i said that one loud
should have i sat that one out
frozen turn round walkabout

projected onto sheets of light
the microscope takes care of that
you are living histology
then you’re living history

Somewhere in Europe

We'll survive, even death, is

What I think you whispered

When he came, as in a game

To slay the youth that we became;

Both unknown, so alone, I

Thought as we stepped on bus home

Somewhere there, in Europe where, 

Sunshine spills on hills unknown.

meet

Jesus had no literary agent
To push his message for a few shekels,
But he too needed friends
"On the night he was betrayed";

With friends like these,
They like to quip...
With poets like me,
Who stumble rhythm and rhyme...

But I, like the member of a choir
Who sings loud and out of tune,
But whose earnestness is not in doubt,
Will keep reflecting on what is in my heart:

The wish in silent night
To soar and meet Him.

fear

the day is done

and you have won

when they have gone to bed

then thoughts inside your head

can rise again from dead

with dread the fear, decay

at bay throughout the day

lashes like she-wolf fed

on terrors in your head

her smell trained on the dread

that circles in your head

you face her naked as you came

flesh and bone, a real no-name

only: human, always human

such is man, if this is a man

with all his heart and soul

set on the One waits on

to come;

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come to my breast my baby son

how beautiful you look at me

doctor said you are special --

of course you are special,

my only, baby son!

come to my arms my 5-year-old son

see how beautiful you run

easy now, your laces' undone;

come to the table and eat,

I'm so proud of you, son.

come to my arms my young son

you're bigger than 5 now,

but can't do your sums;

don't worry about it,

you're still my own son.

let me look at you, my young son

your face is getting dark

you're becoming a man;

allow me to shave you,

let me show you how it's done.

my life is near ending, my beautiful son

you're still the same boy

but I have to be gone;

don't cry now, or my tears will hide

my one and only, ray of sun!