Showing posts with label Jeremy Miyauchi. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeremy Miyauchi. Show all posts

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Alien




The sky asunder
Tears innocence
Into tattered shreds
Of youth and warmth
When mother made
The day seem bright
But under the night,
Under the black banner
Under the billowing smoke
Of the self righteous snake
All you are
Is nothing more
Than dispensable
A statistic, an anomaly
To be banished
From the face of the earth
And thrown back
To the sky
To drown
In a river of injustice
To know nothing more
Of the sorrows you suffer
To be a glossed over page
In a text book, full of names
Of proud, ambitious men
That buried their enemies
Under the corpses of their children
And hung their heads
Under the mantle
As trophies of valour
A solemn, pitiful example
Of the fact
That mass media
Is fodder
For genocide

Friday, April 12, 2013

Jeremy's Body Part poem

Little Wing
White palm, sways in the breeze
To the beat of a softer, sweeter heart
Than bitterer weepers, wheeze
Adorned in just a halo
Low, around her mane
Heralding a quaint pitter patter,
Like glass kissed by rain
Gentle porcelain  paws
Never tell no lies
To the winds that blow
Lovingly cradled
In the ebb and flow
Of alabaster to and fro
And in the waking hour
Stumbling, unkempt
The white flag rises
From atop lofty tower
Of silken fortress
From which she’d dreamt
Ivory Lion’s Tooth
She greets the sun
Swaying so softly,
As Cap’N Jack
With his sweet, 
Sweet rum
Leaving fluffy tufts
Dispersed as seeds
Woven into wood
For fledgling’s feeds
An homage to rapture
Innocence, overjoyed
Infantile requests
Yet conniption, 
not employed
Content in only knowing
A simple, charming 
Rallentando
Is what she’s showing


Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Tartarus (a poem inspired by fever)



Tartarus

Rise and writhe
with no respite,
pallor white
in agony
clamor, cling
to the ledge
As forsaken as Sisyphus
Upon eternity’s edge
Seep now in the sanguinous sinew,
Viscous venom licking veins,
in derelict delirium, dessicating,
Dissecting
This millennium...
Infinite, in this minute
Mumbled scents, sounds
Murmured amidst
The ceaseless span
of stinging hours
Stacked like sediment
Ground to dust
By relentless eternity
Crumbling to the beat,
Of an incessant torrent
Crashing downward
Like thunderous steps
Nagging, gnawing,
Wrathful, ravenous
Fenrir, ferocious
Swallower of sun,
Paints sky blacker
Than endless night
Longer than Scylla's
Suffocating embrace
Growing taut,
Sinking fangs,
Deeper in dream,
The memory,
This moment,
Cracking glass
Shatters
As a defeated wave,
Breaking
Upon the shore
Annihilated
In somnium (into a dream)