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Tuesday, February 19, 2013

My Soul, My Soul

My soul is
greater than me
will be here after me
was before me...
how badly
i treat it
no greater crime
has ever been
done on earth
than the horrors
i have put
my soul through
and yet it
triumphs
it makes me smile
at strangers
humbles me daily
this soul
this woman
that shines within me
that lights my
darkest moments
that loves me dearly
she is my teacher
the i
is less than cosmic dust
come and gone
in the briefest flash
is watched over
by my soul

July's People 七月的人民 a Chinese contemporary protest song

Wednesday, February 13, 2013

waiting

these poems
are like people...
i wait for
words or phrase
like a painting
   to come into
my head
i wait for u
whoever who are
sometimes you visit me
never to return
yet your taste
lingers
inside me
or maybe there is
some brief
visitation
       imprisoned
behind this impenetrable
glass that
you smile and
say into....
       our hands
separated by
8mm
of invisibility
and then i am
taken back
into my
lonely cell
and wait for a word
or a phrase
or your touch

Thursday, February 7, 2013

outside i c u

so dark
feeling so dark
today...
so tired of
milking blood
i don't like it
at all
can't be in
this club
sure...
coming is ok:
electrified plastic
sliding
     in and out
        over and over
and its 10 second release
back into the hell
of unfilled promise
wasted time
desperate yearning
                         i want more
i want to
be in love
don't care
if i die
trying
or
i find u
i don't care
either way is
allright with me
but im really tired of