What is He?

Twinkle, twinkle

In the eye

Revelation of a child’s sigh

Everywhere and all around

Nowhere, nothing, never was

This being of infection

Diseased nation of minds

Infecting and polluting

It is as much to kill as die

The beyond, always something lies

Beyond, and that is the reach

And nothing, they say

Has cured everything

If no one dies and no one thinks

It must be gone, it must be gone

But everywhere the dead and the dying

This being, non-complacent

To met out life, but death—

Child, what is God?

In your eyes and in your smile

A touch, held without duress,

Sweet child, that is all

The God I’ll ever need.

We the People

The following poem was inspired by this article recently written by the BBC: http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/business-11288744.

We the People

Have come to the conclusion

Hunger

Madness

Agony

This cycle of destruction

Is all too much for us

Unacceptably inflated

We must rise to put it down.

Ideas? Why

Whatever do you mean?

It is wrong,

So bitter wrong

But that is all to say

We wish that it were

But have nothing to insist

The prices rise

The people die

And here we sit

These desks, emaciated lie

Between us and

The world.

All I taste is Salt

I twist

Like paper on the wind;

The earth batters me

And I dip down, down

Into the crystal nothing—

No sky above,

No earth below—

Pressure building

Strangling the life

From hearth and home—

No warmth

Down below the waves,

My tumult silent

In the swallowing mass

That caresses all the hearing

From my mind.

All I taste

Is salt.