THE HUMAN ANVIL

Category: Poems

Art, emotion, life

  • Merciful Maladies

    There
    Upon the white winter brow
    Of an aged world
    I stand, like a cliff
    A black wound, unstitched,
    Filed with crowfoot and claws,
    Where my face without flesh
    Lingers in iodine
    So that under one pain I could forget
    The origin of another

  • Saints Of The Cynics

    How can you be so happy?
    Asked the fools to the wise:
    They said for we are people who do not believe in a paradise

  • Chalice

    These bodies once again
    Shall shiver and swell
    White milk boiling
    In depths of black well
    Till sun lift the curtains
    So drawn and thus draped
    That each night is seen
    Upon mattress unshaped

  • The Pulse of A Petal

    I dissolve in the potpourri
    A green leaf amidst dead petal
    Lost men flock the streetcar
    And only I fight for the aisle
    Knowing far too well that the bespectacled windows
    Shall turn some blind in a while
    For the tapestry towns
    Stitched with dancing lights
    Is not for them to claim
    Who lick the darkness between two tungsten tongues
    And know no aftertaste to blame
    But the raindrop feet on cobbled streets
    Paper skin behind display glass
    Torn faces through the Venetian Blinds
    A world watered in a vase
    Are all akin
    To a bargained win
    For those with mundane affair
    Of humble hands with seawater veins
    Wading waves of deep despair
    But I of charlatan choice
    Of parched lips moisturised with the mud
    I know far too well of flowerpots
    And the fate of dreaming bud
    So I dissolve in the potpourri
    A green leaf amidst dead petal
    Growing gardens beneath empty graves
    Waiting for the dust to settle

  • One Drop Of A Lifetime

    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have slept too
    Tucked into blankets without borders
    Dreaming of everything new
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have a mirror beside your bed
    Which answers all your questions
    With everything I left unsaid
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing we shan’t grow old
    Share wrinkles in the grey of night
    As we did lips in the days of gold
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing our fingers won’t anymore entwine
    For yours are ash upon the altar
    And I have ceased to saw my own as mine
    Would I sleep tonight
    Knowing you have slept too
    Tucked into blankets without borders
    Dreaming of everything new

  • The Duet Of The Dunes

    They who question themselves
    Do not answer to others
    And they who answer to all
    Cannot question on their own
    Thus we human stray
    Mephistopheles now led by Faust
    Laying markers on the way
    Though oneself being as lost

  • Colloquy

    Some words I whisper
    Others I swallow
    The rest left to echo
    Are for silence to follow

  • Opaque

    I dream of a man dreaming:
    Only to awake and find
    A mirror in my hand

  • The Magician’s Secret

    Love, come closer
    And you would see far too clear:
    The world with its mist of strings
    That makes most of us disappear

  • The Modern Man

    Fear the modern man
    He who appears fearless
    For not behind every ivory mask
    Smiles an ivory face
    This common tongue knows no plebiscite
    Only the commerce of castaway clothes
    Engraved hands peeling away skin
    Glued together in careless design
    Cast by careful masters
    They who knew that the heart of the heart of the heart
    Beats only once in a lifetime or never at all
    Fear the modern man
    The modern man
    Modern man