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Peter
I now know why the lights still glow When we have Shaken off our sins When we have Shuffled off our mortal coil Fire burning bright Don’t know what kept me in the flames Charcoal... More »
Peter
I read another poem from Love Is a Stranger . Here it is. To Take a Step Without Feet This is love: to fly toward a secret sky, To cause a hundred veils to fall... More »
Peter
My girlfriend recently surprised me with a copy of Love is a Stranger translated by Kabir Helminski because she's sweet and enjoys me reading her Rumi. These poems feel different than the Coleman Barks' translations,... More »
Peter
Beware of this streamofconsciousness/poem's craziness. It's more intense and challenging than the previous. Let me know what you think. At best it may be an undeveloped guerilla ontology . we look when we see movement... More »
Peter
I do not want to be reflective any more Envying and despising unreflective things Finding pathos in dogs and undeveloped handwriting And young girls doing their hair and all the castles of sand Flushed by... More »
Peter
Beware of this poem/stream-of-consciousness's craziness. I wrote this when I was feeling high. I like it though. 2 17 07 Imagery Imagery. Meadows and haunting beauty In wilderness. Thoughts meandering. Winding in spaces. We now... More »
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The culmination of direction Melts in the directionless. Therefore, You can only hold the Truth With two open hands. Being full from the seasons of life Spices the devices We use to peer into man... More »
Peter
10 6 06 Steeped In Madness I am steeped in madness I am up to my knees, reveling in sin Who will come to rescue me? I am the only savior For miles To what... More »
Peter
This was a steamofconsciousness poem partly inspired by RAW . I suppose it is also a tribute to his life. It's a bit more gritty than many of my other poems. Hope you enjoy. 1... More »
Peter
I hope you enjoy. I wrote this poem (well, I turned it into a song) when I was falling in love with a girl in high school. It may have been a 'high school kind... More »
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