My Lunar Proclamation

It's not so much about living one's life,

inasmuch as it is not.

You should be more like God...

I meant to say, instead I thought.

I thought of stars bursting in the sky. as I

was walking down the street, watching

the cars pass me by.  I dreamed of days

when temples burn to the ground, when

the classless are no longer allowed to breed,

when they're shipped away to far off lands

now allocated, and given feed.

But where is your heart

                 -The voice in my head

"My heart is dead, my heart is dead",

or maybe it just beats too slow

for silly odes or lovely poems, maybe

I have gained control...

my slow, slow heart/bottomless soul.

But when I think of bursting stars, my hands

raised high towards fat mooned sky, I make a

wish on each explosion, wishing for lunar division,

transcribing, my pen strokes to its rhythm.

It's with such writing I have written

I am like God, I am like God

 

 

 

Reviews

[Emily B]

Captivating. . . brilliant light.

[Philosophile. (Maddy)]

Quite gorgeous. My feelings in regards to myself and writing are similar to yours. Your writing style is brilliant. This was quite the piece!

[Katrina]

i can't tell you how incredibly perfect i find this. it's probably one of my favorite poems of yours, which is saying a lot cause i pretty much love everything you write. you have some style, sir. some style.

xxx