Furious brutality,
Bustling insanity,
Everyday normality,
Streets of this super city.
Cosmopolitan ecstasy,
Feels like sweet bliss to me,
This place, so beautiful to see,
The grand sight of New York City.
Furious brutality,
Bustling insanity,
Everyday normality,
Streets of this super city.
Cosmopolitan ecstasy,
Feels like sweet bliss to me,
This place, so beautiful to see,
The grand sight of New York City.
Can I offer you a penny for your thoughts?
As a matter of fact, how about three?
One penny for you, one penny for me,
And one penny for our minds engaged not so sexually.
Getting intimately closer as we approach the
Climatic altitude of nude, mental, sensational… conversation.Because I’m…
Grace and beauty,
The utmost traits,
Love and respect,
The rights one taints.
Forced by the world,
A lavish smile,
So very brutal,
A soul so vile.
The deceit and lies,
A type of survival,
Yet are their demise,
Within the final trial.
Enveloped like a corpse in plastic,
But it’s alright, I’m living with it,
Only now, the wind, it blows so wicked,
Grabbing, ripping, tearing me within it,
But we are as we were born to be,
Trapped in this surreality,
So tired of being human,
Constantly going around,
Watching them cut right through him,
Hearing that body hit the ground,
This world we know,
It has become so changed,
And now we’ll go,
All so estranged.
‘Most always overlooked,
but never truly forgotten,
Frantically running,
running in place,
Fearfully crouching,
covering my face,
All such a scary world,
a world furnished with hate,
Tremors fill my body,
adrift through the dream-state,
A feast for the hungry,
served on a plate,
A life sentence,
an unfortunate fate.
Caught in this obscuring haze,
we freeze as we take our load.
Mourning as They watch us below,
watching us struggle, trying to cope.
Once innocent, pure, and caring,
The Lamb we’ve made so strange,
offers us his flawless coat; though alone,
we will find our own winding road.
A wall-covering for deviation,
we’ve used this aegis of divinity.
Harboring hatred, greed, and lust,
we’ve built this depraved trinity.
Yet, still grace we are offered,
to redeem our dead, without rebuke.
But now, if deny him you will…Denied
you will be, and coals you will endure.
—
Maxwell Gjeltema.
Just a man with a mind.
Any intelligent person can see that there is no reason to see merit in good if the intellectual believes there is no heaven.
Word over all, beautiful as the sky!
Beautiful that war, and all its deeds of carnage, must in time be utterly lost;
That the hands of the sisters Death and Night, incessantly softly
wash again, and ever again, this soil’d world:
… For my enemy is dead—a man divine as myself is dead;
I look where he lies, white-faced and still, in the coffin—I draw near;
I bend down, and touch lightly with my lips the white face in the coffin.
—
Walt Whitman.
Renowned Poet.
A boring bravado,
A lively lard,
A stimulating stranger,
Pure as putty,
Sour as sand.
Fiercely fearful.
Savor the contradiction