25 poems on e.e. cummings and the state of nature
who (rhetorical ?’s)
return simple
believe
hi!!! expectations
no more leaders
slippast
tsk tsk tsk, tsk
oceans collide
just a thought
om1ss!on of the 9th letter
nature plots a revenge
when time drags
dead cold body
boy was thinking
sleeping till noon
patiently awaiting promotion and for things to get better
monica
? mark
wingless
the poetry of children
existential moment
i’m sorry my dear
lefty
left
blank
hang on as you slowly exit this space,
the moments you’re waiting for are coming.
there’s no time or need for saving face
cause everyone’s soon to be forgetting.
become another mark anonymous,
no memory of who you used to be-
fallen ever deeper into chaos
till consciousness becomes tired and cloudy.
how does one choose to finally decide,
to go out there into the world and live,
confident in one’s position and side,
taking advantage of what one can give?
because in the end nothing really matters,
and you, well you do not even matter.
10.26.05.
they have not been able to silence us.
we still exist in our own undergrounds.
the whole lot becomes zealots and bigots.
claiming birth rights to thrones and golden crowns.
they came from somewhere east or somewhere west.
soon began attempts to conquer the rest.
and no one could be free in this new land,
everything now, under the king’s command.
turn in yourself and get used to the state.
your tabula rasa a muddled slate.
you’ve been stratified and then socialized.
your eyes went blind before you realized.
but those that would oppose still do exist,
lurking in shadows waiting in the mist.
10.26.05.
so i thought i’d write a sonnet just cause
i’m of ideas of eternity,
way past beyond the sense of human laws,
and at some point, i’ll finally be free.
in my country was able to find me.
had to leave the chaos and confusion
cause all that noise was simply distracting.
i yearn independent dispositions.
thus then travel unravels some secrets.
our third became open to see way past.
letting go of our shared ancient regrets.
all blurred towards a future which will pass.
so why the fuck then are you so worried
when not part of the story in his)story.
08.10.05.
i’ll share my soul with you till i’m naked,
and in the darkness we can search for what?
on some ancient land, my heart lays vacant-
a place of walls where memory forgot.
tricked into and think like it a lot-
the empty and the loneliness of space,
where love goes away to decay and rot
like gravity lost and floating displaced.
out of this world into distance with haste
towards a hollow of fleeting feelings
away from this metropolitan pace
for better living and easy breathing.
i’ll share my soul with you like my body,
and in the dark search through our vacancy.
01.01.05.
take my hand, we will climb out together,
venture past the points of worldly limits
gathering energy till forever
on an ancient planet to inhabit.
take my hand, let’s escape into dreams
unraveling secrets we’ve imagined,
playing hide and seek with our psyches’ schemes,
but what can we really believe in?
take my hand, our time has finally come
to be allowed entry into our hearts,
so as to escape having to succumb
to sensations of being torn apart.
world can be if we go it together,
much more than simple-human forever.
so just get up your feet, grow wings and fly.
it’s time to leave this place anyway.
not everyone is meant to survive
this, so just find a place for sleep to stay.
escaping the haunting of creeping shadows,
some secrets weren’t meant for all to hear.
some hearts corrupt when winds begin to blow
to escape any reminder of fear.
while aging bones disintegrate away,
the scars of youth tearing open the flesh.
it’s time to leave this place anyway
cause in crowds it’s hard to fit in and mesh.
cause life was a color none could see,
and loved, something humans just could not be.
12.31.04.
kill past regrets of murdered innocence
for a profit that would not benefit,
of a life that’s murdered every second-
such a planet for one to inhabit.
then mutilated childhood fantasies
became mere detached fragments of past.
unconscious of ancient memories,
so that the purer spirit would not last.
the child’s eyes were forced to focus all day
until the child had no glimpse of distance,
until the child believed in the old ways.
the child should have taken a firmer stance.
but the child just wanted to be grown up,
and all that had passed the child could not stop.
12.31.04.
and so the mind one day became an absolute
that led towards a disappearing star, which now
fading out conjured up thoughts meant just to pollute
the idlest of minds awaiting dreaming, but how?
how little of love some hearts do ask in return
after having allowed emotions to enter
and dilute all sensibility of reason,
guiding one even farther from our true center.
center crashing one against the spaces around,
demanding that the moon get back in position
so that the stars can continue to collide down
where they will begin to crush these gentiles’ nations.
cause all the world really needs are atomic bombs,
as long as millions consciously drop it as one.
06.02.04.
discard truths and other hopeless notions.
ideals and love only on islands
deep enough for one to drown in oceans,
so no one gets annoyed or pays a mind.
stop talking politics and discussing
to stop the brain from spinning around.
things will just keep getting more confusing.
some truths are never going to be found,
and still some souls will dare the pain of search.
others dropping to knees, and start to pray.
but all one day returning back to dirt-
only ounce of knowledge gained from today.
were it not but for the joy of sleeping,
one would probably spend the time fucking.
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