SMASHED SAINT

Category: inspiration

  • Bananas For You

    i love that bananas are not yet extinct or i would have missed the tender shouting of your love worn like a seal on the thick green-golden skin of such sweet fruit

  • the perfect image

    looking under rocks, rubble and falling towers for what it means to be heroic wondering: perhaps perfection isn’t orderly nor sanitized, not to be found in the cleaned-up thing but its beauty, a perfect Beauty, is the weak cry of defiant life stubbornly resisting extinction. perhaps: heroes are made from the glimmering shards of broken…

  • poetic bang

    the poetry collides and there are so many pieces, glimpses, whole moments of pure aching glory… i want so much more to be smashed into infinite pieces, to be another big bang creating a new cosmos with You the center, You the flame, You the gravity, You the oxygen, You the comets, You the hydrogen…

  • the beautiful wounds

    there are battles everyday, small medium and large, that can stain, bruise, cut and scar our skin, memories, hands and hearts; some of these are more lasting, while others less inclined to be so insistent, less likely to remain after the battle has long ended. i care less for these less stubborn scars, these fast…

  • When Did I Forget Eden

    It used to be so simple. I used to see it B&W. Love, and keep loving. Make it a daily choice. Sometimes I would border on utter stupidity, absurd blindness and ridiculous doormat-ism. Twisted loyalty and obsessive devotion, perhaps. But then the pendulum started swinging and I went a little too far back behind walls…

  • Poetic & Rhetoric

    Words Elude me When writing For something Truly poetic like The life of a father But trapped inside Sentences and strange Rhetoric that mar my Mind like an apple bruise Makes me glare at Poetry That constant friend who In this moment shrugs Shakes her head sadly Helpless except to soothe Me in this moment…

  • The Scientist & the Seer

    for Uncle Walter* There are moments of simple wonder when I believe That constellations can be contained inside our eyes, That comets can wrap around our brows like ribbon And fly out our mouths like laughter, There are moments of verdant courage when I believe That nobility and knighthood can never die, That death cannot…