Courier poetry and more


Esctacy
April 26, 2006, 9:08 am
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Read a few lines

Feel your heart sink to the bottom of the ocean

Heart in tow

World in motion

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1996
April 19, 2006, 9:38 am
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How can people laugh

When all I can do is cry?

How can people live

When all I can do is die?



A Note to St. John of the Cross
April 18, 2006, 5:03 am
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What can you do when your soul is empty?

What can you think when there is a hollow inside you

that is so numbing a drunken crusade seems pointless?

Twilight three o'clockSt John of the cross said that the soul passes into divine light at this dark hour

That the years drag on at this hour

was he mistaken?

Despair has no roots, they have been cut

miserable freedom

How wretched we are to uphold the ideal

from ancient times to the six fourty nine

All is now a lie

yet yesterday I broke away again to freedom

to remorse and now finally to death

You have no place and never will you downcast loose thing

Scouring the earth like brushfire in the wood, ashes to ashes

Damn the prophets, danm the profiteers

When there is nothing inside there is nothing outside but endless night

with feeble promise of light

See the divine lights up there in the sky

See the life cowering down here bags of blood and guts

 Some dare to look up and wonder

But what can you do when your soul is empty?

                                     1994, Peace River, mid winter



The moon
April 15, 2006, 6:00 pm
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Hiding from the sun

Circling our home

Our shadow cast upon it

Inspiring but a poem

         1977 english class, my first poem! Thnaks Mrs Reid!



Headfull
April 15, 2006, 5:37 pm
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I am the city

follow the trail

I hear but cannot see

carry messages

I know nothing about

because it's not my mail

I knew nothing of the city

I took the job

was curioous about it and no it took me over

slowly

I eat my meals in elevators under stoplights

ride the sidewalks between the debutants and delericts

see the hollow men in pressed suits

the shiny women in social groups

pouncing on arterial streets

I see how it took over you too

Headfull of numbers and mental maps

We are the city

We are no more

                        -1984



Entwine
April 15, 2006, 11:45 am
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I can't see you

so you can't see me

So much for

Epiphany



Rerun
April 14, 2006, 12:39 pm
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What trap called life

Tail of any snake

It's own progress

It's own escape