Poet of Paradox

When flags become
the only psalms they sing,
when questions die
and leaders turn to kings!

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Beware:
the state has grown a temple,
and thou art now
the sacrifice.
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No earthly throne
deserves thy soul’s surrender.
Keep thy mind
unbranded,
free,
and tender.

#poetry #freedom

How still you stand
while Rome burns bright,
as if the flames
were merely weather,
some distant,
theoretical blight
that cannot singe
the common tether.

What spell has turned
your rage to sleep?
What opiate
makes bondage sweet?

I wonder:
how such self-defeat?

#poetry #america

What holy thing arrests her stare;
some seraph only she can see?

Her eyes parse layers in the air
where spirit dwells invisibly.

Does she contain a finer sense
that reads the text of unseen things?

Her stillness speaks of recompense:
she knows that silence truly sings.

#poetry #mysticism #cats

I am
a question
without a sentence,
gazing up
at answers
I lack
words
for.

Each star: a punctuation mark
in God’s unfinished sentence.
Perhaps seeking itself
is all the meaning there is?

#poetry #stars

What falls
was ocean once,
a grey algebra
ascending, then
descending: pilgrim
water on its
kneeling
journey
home.
Ancient as thirst itself,
this circular psalm:
the mountain drinks
what sea
exhales.

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The sky draws tight,
its black parenthesis
enclosing the day’s syntax.

What heavy thoughts
does heaven think
when clouds conspire thus?

The gathering storm seems
but the world’s held breath
before weeping.

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#stormamy

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Severed from her purple parliament,
yet still she speakest;
ghost-language lingering
in every bruised cell.

O residual grace!
How death itself
becomes a slower bloom,
releasing what was held:
the soul’s own violet whisper.

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#lavender

Your throat becomes
a cavern
where small demons dwell,
all hiss and spit and fury.

When fear unbraids your gentle tongue, you snarl:
a prayer
turned inside out,
teeth and sovereignty.

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#cats

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Brave fool in silver mail,
dost thou not know
the footpath is a Golgotha
for pilgrims small as thee?

Each human step: a phantom,
a harbinger of doom.
Yet still thou drag’st
thy fragile universe across
this perilous enormity.

O courage, soft and glistening!

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The hills wear halos,
loose and grey,
as if the veil ‘tween
earth and prayer
grew thin enough to
touch today.
God’s hem doth sweep the
morning air.

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Hawk hangs,
a terrible grace,
all talon and dark theology.

Her dive: just a verb,
no mercy, no malice,
just hunger wearing
a tapestry.

O glorious violence
of the necessary!
How death itself
takes wing and shines.

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Miniature monk in spiral cloister-shell,
you carry heaven’s architecture, slow as a prayer.

Silver-tongued philosopher
who writes the grass
with hymns,

teach me
your patient
language,
how tininess
mirrors infinity.

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Black oracle perched;
thou know’st something
I should not ask.

Thy eye: a well
where drowned stars speak
in tongues of ash.

What dreadful syllogism
hides beneath that dead expression?

I fear thy answer
more than silence, more
than God’s own riddled dark.

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What alphabet
the cat reads;

invisible epistle
writ in air’s own ink.

He parses worlds
my dull nose cannot
decipher: each molecule
a psalm, a secret verb
that conjugates the unseen.

O mystical surveyor
of the threshold!

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#cats

The rain-washed air
hangs pure as Eden’s
first-drawn breath.

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