The Machine’s Operation – A Poem by Jp

The terror storm is not yet here for us
so children’s lullabies can still be sung;
aboard bodies are pressed against the gears.

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Blood as Wine

The king still sits on golden throne
drinking our blood as wine;
he needn’t skippers to sail the ocean’s tides,
he needs our hearts and minds.

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I Wanted the World

I wanted the world, and I found it,
I poked and I prodded with certain glee.

What I had found was youthful and free,
A boyish desire for wild
And wildernesses within me,
But the world was wicked and cheap
And myself so dumb and naïve
That I had found pills and gold drink.

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Tolerance

We are now so tolerant,
so willing, that intelligent people
are unable to speak freely

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We all Fall Down

Around we go again,
around this ancient dance with plague,
and though we have no rose
blotches to mark our perfect skin

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I sink

You won’t write me down in books
or read my words with a rose
colored gloss over, or toss paint
as white as I on picket fences

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America’s Suffering

I see beggars suffering silently
uncounted out in the streets,
these old rags slumped over plead
but only each to each

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Simply to Dance

You are not an arrow,
nor is your path
flowing like time itself
from birth to death.

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Tibetan Sky Burial

I am foreign and do not understand.
I burn my dead
or lower them into the pit.
How is it that these people

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If All the Stars Should Go

I will predict that all could end.
That time should slip
and suns should burn

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For Some

For some
razor wire fences ascend
as phoenixes from the ashes
of division;

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Today’s Wounds

Even as newborns
we are defeated
by our very own nerves

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Symbols of Love

There is a language dead
that grips the heart
from deep within its crypt.

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Smoke Signals

Time cares not what the clock will say
of the foul pit of yesterdays,
because a truth strikes its chord

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Relatively Big

They are very small things, the small plankton,
The atoms of oxygen, the words said

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The Word and the Blade

I have owned words,
owned them all,
owned them as a suit–
impenetrable.

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A Pharaoh’s Rise – Revise #1

Among the world’s most pressing ruins
artifacts come rising as phoenixes
parting their form from the fierce driven wind
and sand that whirls around in its dying
hour of enjambment with earth and sky.

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Poets Bend Your Lines

We poets do not live
within the confines of margins;
poetry itself lives

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Collapse

I do not wish to be
the voice of the Bering Sea’s struggle,
nor would I deny the plight
of sea ice and polar bears at once living and dying for home.

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Cactus Hides

There are people with cactus hides
that walk across the desert sand
where others would
if not for fear that they would die.

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