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February 26, 2016

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THE MAN I KILLED AT DAWN. by Elijah peter

THE MAN I KILLED AT DAWN. His eyes! They stared at me, With years of doubt and regret. He blamed me for all his failure, And I stayed in a daze. Purified by the silence in my guilt. His scars were a mime of emotion, Each drawing the reality of the crime. I wanted the silhouette of his tears, Cast upon my emaciated shadow, We cried together in our dreams. I hear his hollow twisted steps, The twirls and creaks of a fearful doubt. He breathes in vibrating echoes, The furious woes of my talking silence, Nostalgia’s words, ducked in a moving truth. He is trapped in vain reality, counting a lie Blaming my guilt for his nefarious glare, His words shoot the saints of time, Polygraph marks could not spell the truth. Ruptured by reality, deceived by death. He stalks my every forlorn stare, By mirrors he uneasily lurks, Eyes squinting with infallible regret, Of worlds and unwritten diaries of hurt. He buys the eyes of my shadow. He...

AN ODE TO A PINK FLOWER

AN ODE TO A PINK FLOWER The winds howl at the sight of the morning, Their game of silence broken by the light dawning, The slippery dew had left its tears, On a pink flower nobody hears. The floral beauty sings in beauty’s clasped hand, Of the terror and beauty in love’s wonderland, Bruised by the distance of a heart by a mile, Beautiful memories to make a smile. A cleansing laugh serenades the lonely night, With dreams and despair of a lovers’ light, When lovers will look to the empty sea, For precious lovers they cannot see. The pink flower sings of night and day, Its soothing voice moves words too hard to say. But the loving rain has sadly drifted away, Into the mist of what wishes allay. The slippery dew had left its tears, On a pink flower nobody hears. For the rain is as far as the sea, And what it dreams we would never see! (c)2015 by elijah peter

piety of society

PIETY OF SOCIETY Piety of society, Fateful sermons served in faithful tones to reproach incorrigible fiends, Hear says of syllables, drowning the drunkard in sobriety Naysayers and god smiths, religion burying friends Strangers in wild boats, philosophizing mischief to repetitive trends Contextualizing morality Visualizing the idea of higher purpose by delineating the ends Man rewired, re-purposed , reconstructed Yet not better. Selling philosophy Pedaling paraphernalia These gods in our heads, Exorcise quotes to attain semblance of gods Living in fancy mansions Selling truth for sedated reality, Choked religion Hardly sipping the venom of truth When morality is confused with material dimensions And faith becomes the aura of the sword When ideology flirts with ambition Man rewiring history or his-story Vain apparitions of the complex desires of man Arguments of truth gently lay out. Self afflicting society Working and wa...

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