None of these
poems have titles. So if you think of a good title for anyone of
them just e-mail me with your suggestions. Ya never know, I might
actually use one or two.
A man's character is
his fate
A women's emotional disinchantment controls her future
Two girls phsycological inchantment frees thier past
No man's prison confines his future
Every woman's heaven is overflowing with her past
Only men have no hell empty without his future
All women go to hell full with her past
Some men never see heaven- their ego's are too big
Most women always stay on earth- thier self confidence is too low
No men ever leave Mars- their self distruction is never high
Of their sweet deaths
are sweetest odors made
From her bitter life, were rude sights destroyed
His brilliant death showed polite sounds emerging
Her gray life trapped angry silence inside
His bight death let free joyous cacaphony in the field
Her dull life kept within depressing silence inside
Each ghost comes
unbidden from the misty grounds of dream and silence
No living soul stays with permission at the thick sky of reality
and din
Living souls leave without permission at the thin ground of
imagination and loud noise
Corpses loiter obsessively on the mountain of structure and
classical music.
Humans care not about the peaks of cleanliness and good music
Though continuous
daily contact, young people are given the opportunity to evaluate
and choose traits they consider desirable in a spouse.
Without contact, the elderly take away confinement to skim over
and ignore traits they consider undesirable in a divorce.
Together, the toddlers are sentenced to meticulously evaluate
flaws they dismiss as desirable to the dead.
Alone, the dead body's are let free to assess the little things
that the living take for granted.
Together, the living are prisoned to dismise the grand things
that the dead leave for nothing.
The company pairs off
quickly, and the whole room is soon in motion
The man stayed where he was, only the floor was moving
The woman ran to the ends of the earth, and everything was still
The man crawled to the beginnings of the moon, and nothing was
kaotic
This woman sprinted from the ends of the stars, where all dallied
in confusion
That man strlled from the beginnings of hell, when all rapidly
became clear
This God ran away from the end of heaven, when nothing faded
slowly in his brain
That devil walked to the nearest level of hell, after something
burst into flame by his feet
The voice of the last
cricket across the first frost
The silence of the now fried crickets near the last spring
Noisely, the living crickets dance at the coming of winter
Quietly, the dead chocolate sits on it's hands as the leaving of
summer
Loudly, the living lemon stands on its head as the coming of
winter
The rotten banana sat for summer was ending
The fruits of the earth spilled over for life was anew