THE HIVE (Poetry Vomit #2)

There he wasSleeping in the bedlam of hiveAmong the chaos of excitement, amid the fuss.He fell into a slumber, into the fiveWounds and pillars of religion; survived. But what he didn’t knowIs the curse of oblivion,That will slit the throat mercilessly,Down the throats of his descendants;Corpses in the alley. For when you choose to be stagnantIn our high time to progress, a timeTo shout in our collective intentionsA time to hear the voice of our generation — Then you are a fool,An imbecile,No better than a mule. Continue reading THE HIVE (Poetry Vomit #2)

THE SHADOW (Poetry Vomit #1)

I delight at the image of which I earned,I’ve blocked all the thresholdAnd kept all the entities confined.Their incarceration is my freedomThey’re all waiting for a day to come. If every wall is a doorOf which no gap is in existenceThen I preserve the comfortOf the familiarity I recognize,Of believing that I know myself,I own myself. But it seems that exterior elementsOperate in me in the mostSpectacular way; yet so evilThat after much noble deliberationI shut them like a treasure verbotenIn a chest, or perhapsThe contents of Pandora’s Box. I am angry as I write —Of the voices that irk … Continue reading THE SHADOW (Poetry Vomit #1)