nhmarine

Here's some poetry

The Adult’s Imaginary Friend

As real as the fog
Refracting, blinding,
Light
Making people,
Stop, confused, dazed by the brightness,
Your glory.
You hang low
Diminishing vision to only a few
Feet
So that your masses
That have blinders, like horses
Do not see through
The clouds
To only see nothing,
But the world that they live in

Incoherent as a child’s thought
The product of the child’s imagination, though
You give
Only comfort
And we, the mature
Cannot see
You,
Or how you evaporate
The loneliness
In the forsaken
Child
Or how you can absorb all the child’s thoughts
Or how the child’s zeal for you is not insanity.
Worried parents,
We,
The ones who know
That the playmate does not exist,
Try to make our children know as well,
But, just as children,
They do not listen, absorbed with their invisible pal
And the vision never
Plays with them
Answers them
Protects them
Only listens
Mute
And powerless

As indefatigable as the trees
Standing still
Among the winds
Of logic, truth
You remain resistant to change,
Maintaining your dogma
And some heavyset seeker of the truth
Will cut you down,
Eventually,
Shouting the truth,
Shaking with courage,
Humming harmony as they work.


Here's a Sonnet.... Dont read anything into it.....

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My love, wherever you may wander in
This swirling abyss of raw emotion
Know I search with unending devotion
Only when you’re found can my life begin
Though complexion may be dull, smile faded
Aberrations of normalcy could only
Accentuate an unseen beauty
Nothing I ask, my judgments abated
But that you may find it in your soul to
Keep me. Ignore my plethoric foibles.
For though I may be incorrigible
My soul’s sole purpose is to adore you
In my quest for love aesthetics matter
Not. Your intelligence is my desire.


And Here's another poem.....

Thought Police

Stop. Your mother is in the car with you.
Stop. You are in the church, under God’s view.
Don’t look t her, your thoughts are wrong and mean
Don’t look at him, that’s gay, or so it seems
Don’t stereotype, though some fit the bill
Its racists like you who ruin this world

Have I been raised to believe that They see
Through fourth dimensions, through souls, through me?
Enslaving minds, stifling the singing
Of our hearts, of our soul’s deepest secrets.
My will urges “fight!” Why can’t I share it?

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