THE HUMAN ANVIL

Tag: Poetry

All poetry

  • Verbatim

    There is steel in my eyes
    And the world with its tuning fork lies
    Asking me to mourn along
    Knows nothing
    Of that cold, hard touch
    For I am no maker nor master
    But only a thinking man
    One step away from disaster

  • Touchstone

    Most people are nothing more
    But a day older come the morrow
    And that O mine Ache of Past
    Is the cause of everyday’s sorrow

  • Through The Lips Of Living Ghosts

    I live my life
    Through those who lived before me
    And triumphed,
    For mine are eggshell victories
    Inchoate brush strokes of the blind
    Left behind, listening to the faceless sounds
    Dreamt by dead branches and wayside stones
    Alone in their darkness
    Wherein all ashes intone
    The pleasure of being burned alive
    Only to never feel, another touch of life.

  • The Half Past

    It was half past ten
    In the broken clock
    Light flooded from the bathroom
    Vintage; as if streaming from another time;
    A past not yet undone by dialysis,
    I laid ankle deep in silk
    The shawl around my neck and feet
    Splitting me in two tragedies;
    Naked and none, while
    The feathers of my pillow whispered in their broken flight: “Do not close your eyes or all that you fear shall come alive”
    There was something in those words
    That left me speechless
    And so I slept
    Wide awake
    Breathing only for breathing’s sake.

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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

  • 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