poetry

January 1, 2009

happy new year

“What we call the beginning is often the end And to make and end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” (T.S. Eliot, The Gidding, V)

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December 30, 2008

the guru

We bow our heads in quiet servitude to the dust, our lips form prayers to gods, who long ago abandoned us. We huddle together in a candle lit room; frankincense, jasmine, and sage, form  broken patterns in the air; amethyst rock, lapis lazuli, crystal quartz, and rose guard the four...

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December 26, 2008

stand together

The soldiers tossed the chicken Bones, they didn’t like his politics. Strung him up on a cross and Gambled for his ragged clothes. Cancel the Second Coming, The church has decreed, no Heroic figure can save us From our avarice, lust, and greed. The twisted logic of confrontation And violence...

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April 25, 2008

two

I am all men and no man floating through space and time looking to connect with those Who want to connect, to know another human being in this soul sucking society we call civilization Gone are the shackles but slaves we still are How clever, do you deny it? I...

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