Featured Poet

mary

betwixt
between her mizzenmast
a heavy shell was hardly cast
leaving her ravaged
by the splintered cross
as all the shamans
speak at a loss

red ‘puscles
white ‘puscles
no guts no muscles
war war nothing but war
the sacramental cup
fills with blood and gore
no one left strong enough
no one left brave enough
to say stop, let there be
no more…

weeping mary
raped and wary
of every thought
and every spell
as wise men cast
us all to hell
your child is beaten
his flesh is eaten
on every day
and on every shore

red ‘puscles
white ‘puscles
all guts all muscles
war war nothing but war

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species faeces

let me be
a different species
because my mind
has turned to faeces

let me be
the sacrificial goat
as I offer up
my throat

drawn and quartered
I lay slaughtered

no remnant of humanity
has managed to survive…

since by the knives of ignorance
I’ve now been skinned alive…

let me
touch the flesh
of flesh…

let me
touch the bone
of bone…

let me be
a different creature
formless without feature

let me
stand alone…

no longer
will I hunger
for the blood of another
no longer
will I take the life created
by some mother
whose mother’s mother’s mother
may have also been my own

let me be
a different species
since mine has turned to faeces…

let me be
a different creature
formless without feature…

let me
stand alone…

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fear of fear

the
fear
of fear
leaves me foetal
on the floor
cut and bleeding
by a thousand
razor sharp minds
that seep through
every orifice of life

the
fear
of fear
leaves me
bent and kneeling
to the gods of feeling
that always ask for more
as their sermons
cut like a knife

the
fear of death
is only imagination
when compared
to the hesitation
that the fear
of living gives
to every breath

as the
razor wire
of desire
shreds my
esophagus
once more
my mind
entombed
in its fleshy
sarcophagus
seeks respite
in this refrain...

in the end
that is the end
we are all equal
in our pain

in the end
that is the end
our suffering
is the same

in the end
that is the end
life will not
be lived again...

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the end is nigh...

this
human
infested world
spins sublimely
suspended
in space and time
hardly making
a ripple
in the vastness
of eternity
an yet this planet
stands poised
to scratch
its fleas
and when
it is
cured
of the
human disease
there will be
no trace left
not even memories
like self-possessed
bacteria
man knows not
what is best
or what is least
perhaps other vermin
will know the pleasure
of a human feast
as they eat
what does remain
of all human suffering
and all human pain

the end is nigh
the end is nigh
I hear the prophets sigh

so let me die
so let me die
with no need to question why

let me rest in peace
drained and exhausted
as my heart finds release

upon your
soft warm
thigh...

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sense of smell

let me
rest my head
between your thighs
to learn the wisdom
that will make me wise

let me
taste the dew
formed upon the paradise
where I search for you

let me
smell the smell
that reminds me of the sea
the source of all that ever was
and all that will ever be...

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ganges

as
I walk
along the
river of life
immersed in my defeat
on the edge of emptiness
with no place of retreat
I lay beside the sacred river
where nothing shares a solitude
that is barren and without end
calling death my friend
I reach into myself and taste
the marrow of my bones
and listen to the echo
of the poem of poems

remember
as a child
when you looked
upon the sky
filled with wonder
and not yet asking why
remember
when you
sat within
your mother's womb
and did not yet presume
to shape reality
remember
when within the temple
of all consuming love
you listened to
your mother's heart
as it beat above
remember
when you sat
in contemplation
your mind
serene and clear
as you looked upon
the precipice of life
free of fear

remember
that time
before time

remember
the divine...

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poem for a chromosome

X and X
you look so stable
like four legs
for the table

X and Y
as gravity you defy
always trying to stay erect
when time and space intersect

XX + XY =
a myriad of differences
for a myriad of peoples
but how can a minor imbalance
in the equation
lead to so much
differentiation

unless
it is not biology
that makes the gap so wide
but the whims of history
behind which gender
has to hide

every
man becomes a woman
when they come to die
every
woman becomes a man
at their last goodbye

for the fundamental truth
of which every religion does speak
is that in the end we all become
exactly what we seek

I claim no special wisdom
as I look out from my prison
my flesh bound vision
is a product of the system
but perhaps the male gender is just an aberration
in life's otherwise perfectly balanced equation
but then again without some inbuilt imperfection
what would be the impetus to evolution's direction?

X and X
you look so stable
like four legs
for the table
and so long
as I am able
I will seek to try
and understand
the mystery
that does lie
between
X and Y

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homo domesticus

from
homo erectus
to homo perfectus
from homo sapiens
to homo crapiens
now the latest inhabitant
on the branch of the tree
that is the home of you and me
is homo domesticus

no other mammal
after being weened
of the mammary gland
feels the need
for milk on demand

body clothed, mind cloaked
designed for deception
all that denies animality
extolled as perfection

neotonous
development
putting biology
to the test
with heads too large
for pelvic bones
and a thirst too large
for the human breast

a random
group of people
with a bonobo's
sense of smell
forced to be together
for an extended time
would take each other to hell
and lose their collective mind

increased population
means increased domestication
packaged and processed
homo domesticus
will continue on its way
until its need for ambiguity
will make it evolve into
the all too alien grey

homo aliensis greyicus

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