A little place for some poetry

Look upon my works small and humble, and rejoice.

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Question

The question hung silently in the air,

Ravenous and glutinous,

It quietly shredded the air between us,

Gnawing away at the decorum,

Hungry and observant,

We stood there in the moment,

Burning under the watchful endless eyes,

Trapped in this space it consumed,

A curious Panopticon,

The question hung silently in the air,

All consuming and watching.

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Always

Unconditional affection always stings,

As if the constancy of gravity,

Lessens the pain of the fall

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Prayer 3

Oh bellowing Aphrodite,

I offer you this whispered chant,

Before your heart crisping pyre,

I just want to love,

Without consideration or context,

Without trepidation or explanation,

With embers basking in the sun,

Oh comforting Hestia,

Is it so sinful that in my dreams,

The welcoming warmth of your blessed hearth,

Permeates the low cold concrete,

Can a culture be a home?

Can I cross that threshold,

Still hand in hand?

Oh patient Nike,

I extol the privilege of my condition,

That I can pass like ship through the crowded harbor,

Adorned with flag of some dominant empire,

With my brigands hidden beneath,

I crave faith in your victory,

In the soft and quiet liberation,

But are we the wolf or the moon?

Tied up with a our own Gleipnir,

Safe in satin,

Doomed to fall in the rending,

I just want to love.

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Maturing

They sung to me,

Of all things I'd come to love,

As I aged and matured,

All the ways I'd harden,

How I'd tighten my fist,

Around money and philosophy,

And see the rational,

Of losing my empathy,

But the older I get,

The only thing I've come to love,

That I dismissed in my youth,

Is mustard.

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touch

I used to hold you when we slept,

Like I wasn't sure you would still be real when I woke,

When did you become so present,

That to touch you became enough to know.

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Together

Thunder rolls behind,

cherry blossoms dance ahead

good friends by our side.

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Tripping

Some times I buckle when I am alone,

and kinda of imagine the sympathy,

but for whom I am performing? Myself?

Or is this some actual collapse,

that I try to guilt myself out of?

If a tree falls in the forest,

does it morn itself or wait for the kind words of lament from lost hikers?

The roast battle between my body and mind needs a better host.

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Prayer 1

Give me my war,

Ares you feckless coward,

Give me my war,

Or take from me this rage and cruelty,

I have no use for this fire,

Which only pillages my quiet mornings,

Give me my war,

Oh Wise Athena,

Give me my war,

Allow me the calm to enjoy the little peace I tucked away,

Cause I would rather spit out my teeth and blood,

Then hold my love with these quaking hands.

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The Bodies the Crows Won't Touch

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Math

Our three found a one,

And became two and two,

But never four,

So now one of our ones,

Wants the cry in the floor,

But it's good and it's happy,

Cause all are adored.

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Definitions

I would have loved him as a women,

I would have loved her as a man,

I would have loved them as neither or all,

Loved a hero as a coward,

Or loved a heathen as a saint,

I could have loved the kind hand of a cruel eye,

Or loved a firm tone that speaks poetry,

I have never been so bound to contradiction,

That I could not see the heart beneath,

But the convenience of definition,

Could have told me what you wanted,o

So I wonder why or if you wanted me,

One who struggles to define themself,

like trying to lean on water,

the weight shifting on to my palm,

then plunging into the deep.

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Talking to a Poet

Divinity bled from the cracks in their mind,

Like the start light found in the flicker of mica,

Embedded in some well worn hiking path,

Capture by the tired waiting eyes of a patient but swift hiker,

Pedestal cracker,

Plan-less tactician borne through the chaos by a rapid pulse and adventurous wit,

and they have the gall,

to tell me they have more in common with the mud,

then the divine,

like their words don't hit like music,

and their being doesn't grow the flowers,

the sincere and sarcastic,

fell from their words in equal torment,

It is hard to talk to poets.

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Daggers

The simplest difference between a knife and a dagger is the amount of full sharp edges,

A knife with expressed purpose bares a single edge,

A safe side and dangerous side,

That in deft hands can create and destroy and accomplish and carve,

A normative skill taught when we are young,

seen on TV and in movies and with our parents,

Now a dagger,

bladed on both edges,

no safe spaces expect for a hand guard,

A well honed hilt to stop your hand from sliding down the blades,

and slicing the love out of your fingers,

its purpose obfuscated by its own duality,

its sinister point flanked by two long edges,

each facing the world like a knife,

but which knife is that normative edge,

and which the dangerous perversion of purpose,

You can certainly use a dagger as knife,

with a little cation it can serve that use,

but in the hand it seems it intended action,

is to slip between the ribs,

and pain the heart,

cutting on both edges as it plunges,

The simplest difference between a knife and a dagger is the amount of full sharp edges, 

And some days my love I wish this was a poem about knives and daggers.

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Sinner

I told her once,

Give me just one sin,

And I'll light the world on fire,

But she gave me sloth,

So now we are sitting on the couch eating girl scout cookies.

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Order

When I hold the chains of your heart,

Warm and sweet in my hands,

Such nectar dripping from my lips,

Be they my fingers that trace your lines,

Or some loving other,

The world seems bound in order.

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A new years haiku

鍛屋にかな,

毎朝火をつけます,

新しく始めます.

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I put down my sword,

twisted and chipped,

and I asked myself,

what has this rage of mine bought?