Yonder Lies It

Category: Poem

  • Stockholm – Ní¤ssjí¶ Intercity

    The nascent grass From the window of an Iron Horse, gives life through the windows of my soul. I get nourished by the infrared light that decides like the many colors the sun gives to a rainbow how I see the world

  • The windows are dirty; doors whose hinges are rusty; crackling wood eaten by termites; The sun eating away at the paint; My feet are not as might as I thought.

  • The windows are dirty; doors whose hinges are rusty; crackling wood eaten by termites; The sun eating away at the paint; Today I woke up and my head was not as might as I thought.

  • Chicano Lutheran Ethics

    Behind our eyelids We long Strange worlds Uncommon to none Let it be us you and I Who lift lids Of those to come Welcome them within wake their ids Wake up say ! Ache Partake, undertake Assert yourself !

  • I don’t understand how is it possible to explain that literature has many manifestations but only one way to teach it. I read and read that this technique does this and that for this effect and that outcome. I can see that hence I can learn it. I am totally contrarian to the idea of…

  • Is it really that strange? stranded, aloof, hungry By the sea and by the ocean. I want to spill some words, is it strange? gg gg __________________—-fg tfyhdf ? sddr7 No meaning whatsoever, is it odd? as in oddly enough? The curios thing about new literature models, whereby form is the goal to avoid, is…

  • Tres veces te engañe

    Bajo la terraza, por la yerbabuena, En lo húmedo de un rincón sin barrer Aleteaba un ramito del girasol cuyas pepitas Se afanaba por librarse de las sombras. Veí­a desde las cortinas negras que lo encubrí­an cómo lucia un resplandor similar a él. Justo ahí­ donde la sombra acababa La luna le engañaba, a veces.

  • Not U ese

    From my humble bag of flesh my crystal brown eyes races from yore see wanton destruction “That nation is evil thinking God is on its side, ” My ancestors muse from a past where God hasn’t been born. “claiming earth shall be free, pillaging everything in its path. Tis the markets that chain people, while…

  • From my humble bag of flesh my crystal brown eyes races from yore see wanton destruction That nation is evil Thinking God is on its side My ancestors muse from a past long gone Destroying everything in its path Claiming Earth shall be free Tis the markets that chain people while crying shame as the…

  • the ends justify the means The USA, Israel, China, Russia, North Korea, England et al mock the means of justice to justify their ends … The gutter smells so much nicer this time of year …

  • Capitalism is dead … More and more I see the fascists future The very chains that capitalism promised to unshackle melted into iron bars Prisons, security and more policing to protect free markets

  • Fashionable Repugnancy Spring 2003

    Oh! dear friend of mine now that the war is over & your moral qualms gone can we go second-hand shopping for discarded goods and old fashions to wear? There is a masquerade tonight it’s really no biggie we’ll just have to put up a charade nothing you haven’t done before can you do that…