Pry open the souls of men. Their blackened ears,
Their broken pain, their dying lives can not hold the tears.
Their bodies purchased and sold by deviant cashiers
Who seek will gleeful will to break all hope like plundering buccaneers.
Sunday, March 12, 2017
Monday, March 6, 2017
Two Untitled Poems
POEM 1
It is in the land of the human heart
Are were the greatest battles are fought.
To the depths of the broken being,
On a Ridgeline of identity,
Searching shards of childhood’s memory.
For the signs of wholeness, which are like the signs of mouse trails.
The landscape of self burned and shattered by words thrown
As ignited daggers at the image of red pine innocence.
POEM 2
Pry open the souls of men. Their blackened ears
Their broken pain, their dying lives can not hold the tears
Their bodies purchased and sold by deviant cashiers
Who seek will gleeful will to break all hope like plundering buccaneers