hundred years |
It is only now that our hearts can weigh in with something truly less defiant. For after we have forgotten of the deference between right and wrong, we are still left to carry the remnants of the turb...
Posted by Tiberius on Sat, 04 Oct 2008 02:00:00 PST |
not merely |
There is nothing like the warmth of the sun upon my face, eyes closed and head tilted slightly back, the wind caressing my hair with the subtle length of its fingers. It is the earths way of telling ...
Posted by Tiberius on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 02:40:00 PST |
alethea |
Times change, and with them
you and I. Yet still
we ponder the moment,
we live in it as it lives in us
and wonder why it is no more.
Our thoughts become lies
like ice over water,
all movement trapped ...
Posted by Tiberius on Fri, 25 Jul 2008 06:16:00 PST |
empty room |
This vacancy
these are the tears of our fathers
to relinquish
in fear
once bound themselves
to press forward
the empty room of inevitable division
the promise and defeat...
Posted by Tiberius on Thu, 17 Jul 2008 12:44:00 PST |
emperor |
As I paced through the streets
of a city bent and broken
I imagined that some emperor
had been there before me.
Clean and crisp like water
he subdued the land in innocence,
small clumps of fire flicke...
Posted by Tiberius on Mon, 07 Jul 2008 01:51:00 PST |
weightless |
I know now that my physical body is elsewhere, on the other side of town in a two-bedroom brownstone. But it lies without you, soulless, listening to the rain soak in on an afternoon side street, my h...
Posted by Tiberius on Tue, 01 Jul 2008 04:32:00 PST |
unfolding |
This is not prose, or poetry; it is just my life as I have come to know it. I don't recollect how Pound and Eliot did it; the hard nights at the Hofgarten, or the quiet resignations to the musings of ...
Posted by Tiberius on Fri, 20 Jun 2008 01:32:00 PST |
hands |
The passionate word, you know, it just seems like they're all looking for it, but the last time they really loved themselves was at some donut shop during the Nixon administration. How many times migh...
Posted by Tiberius on Thu, 19 Jun 2008 03:23:00 PST |
suren |
I knew a man named Suren Bose. He was raised near the outskirts of Calcutta. Suren used to come over and cook for us. He would always bring his own delicious bag of curries and chutneys. He bombarded ...
Posted by Tiberius on Fri, 13 Jun 2008 12:40:00 PST |
palms open |
It's when they come to you with palms open
that you know they are anything but benevolent.
They are, each of them; dictators,
pacifists, loyalists.
Think of them what you will
becaus...
Posted by Tiberius on Wed, 11 Jun 2008 07:12:00 PST |
