THE HUMAN ANVIL

Category: Poems

Art, emotion, life

  • Little Bit Of Everything

    These verses I bind
    With threads in my mind
    Are cobwebs from corners
    I once failed to find
    So let it linger now and sway
    Like dewdrops in day
    Or beads of red rosary
    No monk holds to pray

  • Encore, Encore

    They walk alive
    In rigor mortis
    Of routine;
    The selfsame adventures
    Over and over
    Till memories are maimed
    Coagulated
    In an endless reel
    Of a single frame
    Until that very end
    When all goes black
    And it begins again
    Without palpable pause
    Amidst absent applause

  • Dreamer’s Dream

    I go searching on a deserted street
    A river breathing and hissing
    Like milk from melted moon
    But only the shadows are awake
    Drowning in silver lake
    That Sfumato lagoon
    Reflecting the roots of paradise
    A silence more verbose
    Than that of a breathing statue;
    Standing one step less of the precipice
    Yet hovering over the horizon
    Wingless, blind to the bottom
    Of an everlasting yawn that
    Morpheus divined in a dream while
    Walking on a deserted street
    With a burning candle in high noon
    In search of river breathing and hissing
    Like milk from melted moon

  • Diurnal

    Days like firefly
    Burn away
    And those ashes remaining
    As wings of memory
    Cannot fly
    Without a flame

  • Bargain

    Those few; they cry,
    For the gold in their gauntlet
    While the rest must bleed
    To hold the bread in broken fist
    And yet and yet, the scales they stay even,
    For the fleece of the fawns weigh far less than the fang of a beast

  • Wind In The Veins

    Soon our bones shall sing
    And words once said would wander
    Aimlessly, answer-less, as a
    Bee buzzing in the desert
    For a flower under a rock
    And all they who could hear shall know
    That the heaven silent above is but a symptom of a world

    Holding it’s breath below

  • Mongrel

    The dogs in the alley
    Barking for bones
    Looks up at me and smile
    They know I am alone
    And far from home
    With flesh that won’t last another mile

  • The Nuclear Poet

    Earth’s orgasm
    Landmine upon lips
    Sealed envelope without secrets
    Night skinned by the sickle moon falling from the sky
    Are all impossibilities dancing amidst You and I
    In the ocean of distance between our shared woes
    So far apart that none of us knows
    How every step upon the stars
    Makes us an inch divine
    And a race of million miles
    Ends, with a toe across the line
    Lumps of black sugar, ice in oil
    World of equations proved by poetic paradox
    ‘The dead were once alive’ squared to the infinite equals ‘The living were always dead’
    Plagiarism abound: Soul copying soul is a sin
    Mind over Matter (Wrong Answer!)
    Thus no one win
    Burgundy bear, white hare
    Wet weed on windowsill
    Baskets built of bandaged hands
    Turned alive as ‘Good-Bye Windmill’
    Stretcher upon sidewalk
    Etherised world
    Vomiting vestiges
    Of cannula fed time
    Look around, look around
    The worst has come, prepare,
    This time the monsters aren’t ugly:
    But smiling angels; unaware.

  • Wild

    I remember the stories
    I was told as a child
    Of will-o-wisp in the woods
    And wolves in the wild
    But only now do I know
    The truth of it all:
    Only they howl at the moon
    Who dare to live without a wall

  • Wrinkled Children

    Two grains of sand
    Falling from my hollow hand;
    I know not their weight
    Nor my living warmth do they feel
    We are but children to the likes of them
    Playing with our potter’s wheel