BLACK PARADISE (By Joseph Cavera) A life begins at a simple stage Like ink falling gently onto the fibers of a page While it is true enough that we start with nil The chapters of our lives will quickly fill We have been brought into a mysterious world… We stand swiftly, only to return to the ground Mistakes […]
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Before the Horoscope Nine planets juggle me on cusps And boil flood-chemistry to speed me. Will blows from Geminian ash, Sinks through quicksilver. Out-sensed, earth and fire are lit; Or fears invert that gaunt imminence Thrust all into the gulf. Beyond sear fuller flames – Tempered, reserved, Approved as solid, then abhorred As dark absorption in one […]
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Holy Land, Batman (a tragi-comic poetic journey) – By Mankh Holy land, Batman. The holy is all upside down. And the big question is not if Jesus will attend the Second Coming (I’ve knee-mailed Him and haven’t heard back) but if Netanyahu will ever really smile. For Christ’s, er, Jehovah’s sake, Jewish People are supposed to be funny (i should […]
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Drifting Like a violent storm that rages outside and smashes my walls with its power is how I feel when my world grows dark, and I release my fury to salvage the remains.
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Impact Christmas time and stores are selling, selling, shoppers are buying, buying in desperate stampedes to get there first, get what they desire at any cost, regardless of effects on the deprived.
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WINTER’S REPRISE (By Joseph Cavera) I see ways gray days of frost form within I see the expressions of people worn thin I see the frozen flakes fall coldly slow I see the winter winds seep and rise I see them waltz and meander like fireflies I see chilled places of wintry graces I see crystalline caps further from […]
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Same Preparation Lord feels like I am caught in a trap Just there for somebody to see Lusting I know is wrong I do not want somebody to see All I see in them Your great sons and great daughters I seek the same God as they do Forgive me that I touch not Those things Ungiven to me […]
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Untitled In a chow hall In a prison Hangs a painting dressing the back wall Of wilderness facade A lake to brood upon its frown Promising freedom with pale-crowned mountains Creeping land and dismal clouds Mocking me…feeding hope (one would think) But I see only imprisonment of […]
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Ever River Prime time, swallowed whole Could the universe, just once Have poured itself into a molecule So that, thereafter, Nothing could flow? Never to suckle a broken circuit For sparking life; Never split by caesarean pangs Of primal punctures. Black hole never thinned to liquid Boiling mud foundation pustules Turning all to gas. All words now […]
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MORNING GLORY (By Joseph Cavera) Ever since she raised her hand And let her voice be known We’ve all been bowed to understand The altruism she has shown Now in the days she woke too soon, And in the nights too late, But in the morns I could never relate How she’d make us swoon And on […]
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