One Liners and Shorts (a.k.a. Schizophrenic Poetry)
“Hesitation is all that needs to be present to measure prejudice.” - Manea
Actions speak louder than words,
You say you love me,
Then why was it you
Only came to see me
When I had your cat
After 12 years?
Friendly faces in public,
Jackals when I leave.
Just because I smile,
Doesn't mean we're friends,
Just that I know how to be
Cordial.
Good fairy
Bad fairy
Angel
Devil
Lover
Enemy
Hero
Villain
All within me
Reflected in you.
My limitations
Get shattered,
When I'm not paying attention.
Beloveds, beloveds,
Everywhere.
Why did I visit the world
Of broken witches
And postured power?
When there is more
Power and passion
And expression of
The Gods,
In poets
Who love me
Unconditionally?
Why do I cling
To this cat?
For a brother's
Shallow and arrogant self-love.
Muse, Muse,
Oh sweet lover,
Whisper your visions
To me,
And I will do my best
To make love
In its creation.
Cover my ears,
And it does no good.
Ground
And It's only temporary.
The rivers of their thoughts
The torrents of their emotions
Sweep me, away,
A fish only to
Navigate the currents,
Never to be a ship
Above the surface,
I am a creature of the depths.
Kithain are calling
Emissary to the fair folk
Pay them their due,
Or you'll never see
Your lost treasure
Again.
We're horrible
And terrible.
How do we break
The chains?
How can we be
Angels and redeemers
Again?
All light alone is blindness
All darkness by itself is blindness
All shape and form can only be perceived
When both are present.
All else is blindness.
What is the machine?
When paper and procedure
Override kindness
And common sense.
Genocide in Dafur
And we sip coffee
And laugh at poetry
Instead.
“Educated arrogance, is worse than ignorance.” - Manea
No one will remember anything in time, but how they felt.
Someone mentioned insane Aries,
And I choked down
Screaming out my ex-wife's name.
Call down the gods!
Call the quarters!
And feel the energy
Smack like waves
Till even the dullest wit
Can feel the invisible,
And know it's there.
I am here to let you know
When I call them,
Even the atheist
Could sense your presence,
And simply not have a name
For it.
“I find shards of my missing mind, in yours.” - Manea
“Life is a living conversation between two lovers,
You and the divine.” - Manea
You walked in with black pants
And sweater,
And beauty of heart and soul,
Left foot prints on mine.
We don't love our friends
Just or concepts and constructions of them.
The pictures in our head
Don't match the ones they have
Of themselves.
Neither good or bad.
This is just the way of it.
There is no entrance to heaven
So long as anyone we love
Is in their own hell.
There is no way out of hell
Unless we stand in heaven,
And call to our loved ones,
To come home,
Unconditional Love
In our open arms.
Why is it that my longing to be loved by you
Over rides my common sense?
Lord, why did you curse me, bless me, with being painfully aware?
I am an artist.
Living is Art.
Why do you think
The Universal beings
Watch us?
We are actors
On the Great stage,
And we make them weep,
Laugh, and feel alive.
Living is an Art.
If you are human,
You're an artist,
Like it or not.
