Tag Archives: Poem

Man is God

Laced tongues languishing in lost languages. While in PCP beatific visions We gaze into the eyes of God, And there, See only our self.God is a mirror, Or so we tell ourselves, Casting our Perfected photoshopped reflection For all to … Continue reading

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Slave to the Machine

Wrench from me These Twisted machines. Creating, Crafting, On open skin Telling symbols Of hidden sin. Writhing Wretched Shameful things Metal skin Wire veined Coercion and control of Morals Values Soul. Hardwiring Until I am fit. A product Manipulated Reduced … Continue reading

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The Point of Honesty

“When I learned to love myself, to accept all the broken parts, the ghosts of my past could no longer bind me; could no longer hold me in so much stagnant water. I was at last free.” -Basil Fish It … Continue reading

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For You (Sarah)

Outstretched and broken. Opened up. Exposing my heart. Search me. You will find even the ugly. I’m mended with bits of tape and string. Each day hoping to get better; All for you. You, Have made me wholly aware, Of … Continue reading

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The Act of Making Love with the Dead

When I was in high school I wrote a four-page hand-written poem about the death and resurrection of Jesus Christ. It was written as an epic battle between God and Satan over the souls of men. Very Joseph Campbell collides … Continue reading

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Dearest Wife

Dearest Wife, You speak in touch. A love language capturing; drawing me closer, breaking me down, melting my cold. It is healing – freeing me of the bondage by which I have been long ensnared. But too, it carries the … Continue reading

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Touching God

Hand to God, Touching and tangible. Back home This is heathenry. Unclean. Unhealthy. I’m not supposed to be here. Back home… There were a┬álot of things. Like hand to throat silence. Like, “If you open your mouth one more time, … Continue reading

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