THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: age

  • A Line On The Sand


    Amidst the dunes of Rajasthan
    I breathed as an ocean would;
    Endless and eternal

  • Streetside Socrates

    Flesh and light
    Bone and stone
    Are same, similar; a synonym
    Of everything

    I gazed into the night
    Fragmented by the city lights
    Knifing the dreams dead in their tracks

    Scalped thoughts
    Hanging from the cumerbund
    Of the comedian
    Laugh with the wind

    There is no framework for fame
    Nietzsche is not a name
    And all that I know of shame
    Came from the fingers that blame;
    Et tu?
    Fuck you
    Bad words don’t exist
    At all
    For thoughts know not their origin
    But only the sin
    Of being
    The way they are

    Broken mirrors
    Cannot mend the man
    And broken man
    Never has a mirror

    Everything is going to disappear soon
    And the leftover void shall know
    There is nothing known as nothingness
    For even in silence the silence shall grow

  • Last of the Living

    @Unsplash Hoach Le Dinh


    I can hear the roots tear
    Across the breast of resting soil
    Like blind fingers, stretching the
    Depths of darkness,
    Those long forgotten by time
    For the hours; they fly only above the ground
    The black womb is all silence
    And frozen thoughts:
    Except those murmurs of memories
    Left by faded footsteps
    And shadows parched under the sun
    Of people who could not turn, away.
    I hear them too, their thoughts,
    In the leaves yawning with the wind
    And fruits falling with the same
    It’s bittersweet syrup; tears and sweat of toil gone unremembered
    A destiny dismembered
    Like roots they yearn no reason
    Nor do they desire
    The crystal sunlight reserved for carving men
    All that is needed for the flower to bloom
    And the fruit to bubble without bursting
    Is this truth soaked with pain
    That they stand alive and upright
    On the shoulders of hanging men

  • Ascendance

    And slowly we all
    Shall fall asleep
    And know no more of each other
    Or of those who knows us no more

    But the stone shall remain stone
    The sea shall remain sea
    You shall remain you
    And I shall remain me

    Yet we, the us, that immutable thereof
    Of shared spaces
    Of pendulum breaths
    Of eclectic existence
    Will change
    Into dust
    Into wind
    Into silence
    And rescind
    Motion by motion
    Memory by memory
    Till all that is left
    Is only the sense of leaving

  • Of Bones Beneath the Branches

    There were cypress beyond the city wall
    With cones like eyes upon them
    And I tended each for long until I felt
    They saw far too much of me
    And showed far too little of themself
    (Those leaves with their whispers and those roots with their secrets)
    So I did not water come the summer, I did not water come the winter;
    And the leaves, they yellowed and fell,
    And frost took the roots
    Slipping needles of ice into their breaths
    Till decades were laid silent
    Like sand beneath the ocean.
    I walk beyond the wall now and then
    Dressed in nothing but the evening
    And stand under the cypress
    And watch the antler twigs sway
    Hiding nothing now but melancholy motion
    The sense of sleep
    And I wonder at the difference, if any, between our shared nakedness

  • Suzerain

    This silence
    As great as the age of an ocean
    Now brim my teacup
    And I; a droplet of delusion
    Aimless upon the surface of ceaseless eternity,
    Dare ask for a refill

  • 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

  • Ascension

    When the unborn,
    Claim eternity,
    Step aside,
    Father.

    You know it true,
    You have seen it all,
    When eyes open,
    And the ashes fall.

    Here there be no Kings,
    No kingdoms,
    Only the dread ruin,
    Common to all men.

  • Damask

    Her bright cheeks,
    Were stately cold,
    My hand young,
    Hers far too old,
    Raven hair mine,
    Matched my gown,
    A snow pierced mantle,
    Covered her crown,
    I was night,
    She was day at dawn,
    I saw all,
    She looked blind as fawn,
    We held hand,
    And we walked our way,
    I left for the past,
    She came for today.