if
i cannot
express my love
then i have not
the will
to live
[image credit: Howard Pyle]
If . . .
The Weight of Time- Bishop Hermes
Please check out my friend, the wonderful poet, Bishop Hermes.
The Weight of Time – Bishop Hermes
Watch as we do
As the sands pour through the glass
In a stream steady
Unable to determine which will be our last
For the top half stays hidden from our
Morbid curiosity
While we strive to slow the stream and
Give fortunes for prophesy
© Bishop Hermes 2017
[Bishop Hermes is an poet/musician who resides in the Houston area. He has wonderful poetic sensibilities, and we are honored by his participation.]
Sharing Is Caring:
Tales Untold
forced
into a crowded room
never
will that moment leave me
savagely
they barked their orders
all but one
was made to follow
unable
for reasons unknown
still
they beat him
heavy metal
tracers did surround his face
wailing
like a dog
in death throes
begging
for some form of mercy
slowly
it kept creeping toward me
his ever growing pool
of fresh blood
finally
it stopped
until they dragged him
to the room adjacent
ragged stewards
rushed in with mops
frantic to erase
the cold truth
blaring from the
windowed hallway
still
they struck him
struck him
still
never
was there any question
this man
had done nothing wrong
all that they had seen
was black
the color of his human flesh
for what it seemed
he surely passed
neither the first
nor the last
silent
is the call for justice
plastic badges
shine as gold
exacting
their will
at leisure
as black men suffer
tales untold
Sharing Is Caring:
Hollow
this pithy endeavor
shadows of dust
masquerading through time
i looked away
laughing
returning
to barrenness
the warmth
of her touch
once
insisted eternity
how quickly
it vanished
seen
through open eyes
this sand
shifts beneath us
swallowing memories
until we are hollow
devoid
of our sentiments
i still walk beside her
footsteps
in spectral snow
when all
turned to nothing
and she was no longer
and i
left behind
[image credit: Odilon Redon]
Sharing Is Caring:
Dude . . .
if i could convince you
to consider but one candid concept
which, of course, you might suspect
concerns a most elicit topic
if your inclination
was to cringe and quickly run for cover
you would be correct
for you’ve accosted me unlike no other
with a cavalcade of quite conveniently
depicted diq piqs
clogging up my network
like a cable network choking Netflix
please don’t misconstrue my words
as puns or covert euphemisms
this is very serious
like when penis becomes penisn’t
calm down, i don’t mean the content
i declare that secondary
i can’t comprehend your cause
nor lack of couth
it’s kind of scary
curbing your distinct affliction
by increasing increments
can’t quash your creative calling
and it’s in your best interest
i cannot afford to hear the lord groan
when i check my smartphone
nor have leering onlookers
keep winking as if something was known
dude, it’s just a diq
no need to show it to the world at random
put that shit away or else i’ll lop it off without abandon
Sharing Is Caring:
Believe Me
the hour
is prohibitive
again
lying in dilapidation
dormient kitten
cradling my head
amid the burden of its fleas
*our fleas
fully enthralled
in trying to write
a fucking poem
on the topic
of diq piqs
perhaps
things could be worse
though only by
a quantum margin
no.
. . . talk about privilege . . .
who am i
to go on living
if this my default perspective
believe me
it’s not as if
i wanted
to exist
Sharing Is Caring:
Light of Death
as are
the stars
that fill the sky
i am hopeless
bound to spiral
into the abyss
for our own sun
it flickers
in the distance
in the eventide
of worlds
as far as ours is now
it is but the light
of death
that lingers
through the night
half
as long
as i have ever loved you
[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]
Sharing Is Caring:
Intertwined
together
between worlds
apart
forever
now impending
calming
cumulescent pillows
comfort
cereluscent skies
calling
from the irises
proclaiming me
their captive
nestled
on the cornerstone
of consciousness
sublime
everything
consisting of epistles
scrawled by fingertips
sinking
into restive tressels
breathless
intertwined
Sharing Is Caring:
Precipice
stranded
between the contrast
defining the moon
a face
e’er blazoned
to man
dark
and unseen
vibrant
and garish
either
is not
what it seems
Sharing Is Caring:
I Now Know
quiet comfort
ease
her words
befit of gentle
lips tinged aril
every breath
a revelation
unassumed
as moonlight lulls
thoughts which flourish
find their home
upon her tongue
a pale rubescent
all that i am
fit to hear
is that
which i now know
[image credit: Frantisek Kobliha]
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