The Lost Generation. A poem by Jonathan Reed.
Circles
It's their choice You do what you can There exist circles within circles And these circles are in cycles They run a course It is their choice You do what you can.
Valerie
I see you And you are beautiful A glow surrounds thee I see you Think with love Go in peace Val...my beloved! Why are you such a legend? Love is always A gate yes it is Your eye should guide the heart Lovealways!
For You
My soul dances for thee I move to your rhythm my king I belong to you; see me! My spirit is thine my handsome lord For what is the moon absent her sun? I am but thy glory reflected abroad. My body belongs to you my stud Strum my strings, beat my drum... 'Klepto', I … Continue reading For You
Initium
I am here I am there My flesh renewed suddenly I am as one that dreameth Everything synchronizing... Your pain is now my pain.. I am here Yet not quite This is it! My spirit yelled, Initium of realizing power.
“Initium…”
That evening it cracked Torrents wiped away all defunct The day the dam burst. Then the most glorious sun It's lights illuminated the cosmos So sprouted Africa's Jungle.
But…
Sigh...
Human Rights!
Nature's crucible of life She is life's Van Gogh She is not property Please... Hear me. A womb-ed man; A hu... Man She is so much She can be so much I hear say men dey beat women Tabloids say dem rape woman CNN say dem even kill woman... Na wa! She has rights man... … Continue reading Human Rights!
Remember?
Remember? How my eyes could caress your soul How our minds became one being How we did not need to guess Remember? How I would touch you there How I would set you on fire How I was all you needed ad infinitum Remember? How your zeniths were like life! How your body craved mine … Continue reading Remember?
Missing Us
What happened to us?!Why do we still bother?Nothing is as it was..........Now we have nothing to talk aboutWe used to jabber and babbleThese days it's like we hurt our mouthTiny issues typically erupt in trouble...........Lo hearts; now calcified into stoneAre we trapped, or fighting for 'us'?Sex and passion... Long gonePoliteness used to conceal animusUnfaithfulness is … Continue reading Missing Us
