Other Poets

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Contents

"Humanity’s Hypocrite" by Joseph
"Body Language" by Rodney
"The Flame" by Cat

Humanity's Hypocrite

A senator's folly of broken intent,
divided opinion in constant descent,
with words of contentment to smooth all the tripe,
such sickening speeches - all rotting and ripe,
within all the minds of the people and such,
that "all is alright" and there really's not much,
that can be done for he who’s wrought with despair,
so look to the future and live with no care.

A certain conviction that comes with this joke,
that freedom is true and we’ve broken the yoke,
that was tied 'round and bound with sweat and blood's loss,
as people are helpless but I can just toss -
a coin to the beggar to feel no shame,
for life in a world of deception and blame,
is easy for those who have broken their soul,
and torn life asunder so we can be whole.

Oh can I claim truly that life is now sane,
the thunder is distant and calm is the plain,
and can I be honest in life and in self,
that fear is forgotten in dust on the shelf,
for nuclear threats are all lost within time,
and Vietnam's sins were all lies and false rhyme,
and there are no bodies in Crusades so fought -
for Christ’s benediction and honor so sought.

Yes shall we endeavor to remove our thought,
at utopia’s door shall we be so caught,
and shall we repeat all mistakes of the past,
for wounds so left flowing and life everlast,
and when its upon us to sum up our worth,
to speak to our Maker of actions from birth,
what lies will be spoken by this human horde,
while smiles of conflict - wipe blood from the sword.

"There are two sorts of hypocrites; ones that are deceived with their outward morality and external religion; and the other are those that are deceived with false discoveries and elevation; and men's own righteousness, and talk much of free grace; but at the same time make righteousness of their discoveries, and of their humiliation, and exalt themselves to heaven with them." -- Jonathan Edwards

Joseph Gosselin © Friday, March 26, 1999

Body Language

It's what you don't say, when you speak
Kinda like standing on a fiery glaciers peak.
Winds often mean much more than what you say.
Somehow, you manage to break m heart with a "hey"
The emptiness in your eyes throws a dagger through my heart
I wish the spark would come back, but it just won't start.
Speaking the standard phrases, dying inside
You asked how I was. "Fine", I lied.
Any emotion from you, even hate, would be better than this.
Anger, love, denial, mad curses, anything, from pissed to bliss.
But the emptiness in your eyes is matched by the anguish in mine.
C'est la vie. I've lost your love, the bond between my heart and thine.

© 1999, Rodney
Poetry and Chaos in the Mind of a College Student

The Flame

It is lodged in her mind,
like an eternal
greusome
nail
That is pounded,
bent and twisted,
into a healthy,
robust and unyielding
block of wood.
The sickening softness
of new summer grass
Against skin,
bare and bronzed.
The whispering warmth
of May breezes
that mock and laugh
because they
can caress
and not
be judged.
The sting of a kiss
and the searing tear
as sense
is stripped away.
The scalding fire
that is fueled
by the desire
to extinguish it.
The surrender
as something precious
is gained
and ripped away.
The piercing moment
when two
become one,
and the gut-wrenching realization
that one
has become two.
The nauseating fear
and imminent heartache
that is relieved
by a razor-sharp knife
plunged deeply
as a whisper of life
is purged
by execrable anger.
The acid-hot tears
as one
becomes only one,
lonely one
once more.
And she is left
with a dull, throbbing ache,
like an addiction
that yearns for what
is killing itself.
Because the body and soul
have tasted,
and though her soul
has extinguished
the fire,
the embers softly smolder.
And the wick,
no longer white,
will always seek
the flame.

© 1999, Cat