Ghost
For what is a man who holds no feelings?
Whose acts of kindness are wrong and without
motivation. Self-righteous spirits haunt.
They are merely men and hardly living.
Their tears bare no truth or have no value.
Men do not need to cry to be alive,
but need to possess the feeling of life.
Rage, Love, Care, Desire, Hate, or Sadness;
If he does not, he is dead, but breathing.
For what is a man who holds no feelings?
Ghost, only ghost, knocking on man’s door.
Ghost, only ghost, crossing on man’s floor.
Ghost, only ghost, feeding off man’s role.
Ghost, only ghost, weeding off man’s soul.
The Poemtographer
I sleep alone most nights
because I’m fine with the feel of nothing.
All I have ever felt was nothing.
So, I sleep alone most nights.
Have Sex
Have sex, in your city and become free.
Where the ocean dances and surfer’s dream.
Have sex to lose me, lose me in the wind.
True, we are friends, but never more again.
Have sex, so that our flesh can disconnect.
Our photos will fade along withal else.
Have sex, where heart’s connect, make trust, make love.
Then, you can leave and we can be undone.
Have sex, with curled toes and eyes peered into.
Breathe softly, Smile darling, now, lie simple.
Have sex, and fall in love because love heals.
From sadness to sickness, love kills all ills.
Have sex and have love, it’ll remove the chains.
Have sex and have love, it’ll remove the sting.
Jasmine
Just
As the world
Started to
Make sense
I
Noticed that your departure would ruin
Everything.
Finding Home
In the moment, I need it most, I can’t seem to write anything poetically. Something worthy enough of your eyes and your interest. I’m struggling with understanding why I allow myself to be dragged into situations where my heart might be at risk. Even more than my own heart: is your heart. Your heart is at risk here. Time is a devil and we are ticking slowly into the grasp of its demonic sin. Every second passes and thumps like anchors on solid ground reminding me the end is near. We are several thumping seconds away of having to say goodbye for eternity. An eternity of wondering or (perhaps, worse than wondering) forgetting. Is this what growing up is all about? Leaving everything you know behind only to be haunted by incredible memories and relationships. I truly have never been so heartbroken in my life than I am at this graduating moment. It’s like a bomb has dropped on top of everyone of my friends and I’m left alone to survive, forced to make replacements. Every ex-girlfriend will be wiped from existence, every kindhearted acquaintance will be wiped from existence, every stationary companion will be wiped from existence; only because of my scholarly promotion. I hadn’t considered the immensity of the situation until I considered the impact you’ve had on my life in such a short amount of time. I know in my head that I will meet another you, but I don’t want to. I want to write you letters that start with “Dear” and end in “Love” from now until forever. But, I know that it is impossible for our spirits to be that submerged into one another while being so distant. I attach my spirit so easily to people that when I have to emotionally tear it away from them suddenly and abruptly, sadness is inevitable. I will try to stay in contact with you. Like letters sent in bottles over the ocean blue, I will try with every desperate ounce of my soul to stay in contact with you. My belief in no soul mates has decreased my ability to love,forever, or perhaps the last girl truly wasn’t the one. Only time can tell if our situation is different, even if Time is the devil.
I took a train to Germany; having faith that you still heard of me.
Building strength through every burdened street and ghetto.
Is there something still alive in your heart?
Is there something deep inside of your heart?
If there’s still something in it, I swear I’ll dig in and pull it out.
I took a train to Germany, praying that there’s a God in the sky.
‘Cause I want you more than any Lord or any creator can design.
Do you promise to write letters?
I promise to write songs.
I’ll sing them to the world to help me find you while you’re gone.
I took a train to Germany and all around the globe.
In hopes of finding what we’ll lose, when this year is through to reconnect our soul.
Do you want me to stay home?
Tell me you want me to stay home.
So you can wreck my mind and I will be just find never leaving you alone.
I took a train to Germany, Writing songs that start with dear and end with love.
I don’t want to forget you now even with the little things we’ve done.
I’m either going down or we’re moving up.
What good is a story unfinished?
We’ll write it all as one
I’ll take a train to Germany ‘cause you worried me when you said that’s where you’ll go.
I wondered where my head had went ‘cause the time we spent was adding up to nothing, though.
I sung through every countryside and under city lights trying to find a speck of hope.
I’m leaving for a while now.
Could you tell me where you’ll go?
I’m leaving for a while now.
Could you tell me where you’ll go?
I’m leaving for a while now.
Could you tell where you’ll go?
(Well looks like the essay inspired some poesy to come out of me.)
