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Don’t
Love
With
Your
Heart


Don’t love with your heart.

Don’t.
Love with your heart.

Don’t love.

With your heart, love.

Your heart don’t love.

The Death Of My Grandfather

I knew my grandfather would die
the moment he started recognizing dead people on the paper.
Who knew obituaries were so expensive?

Homo Sapiens

Just A Group Of Bones,
Held Together By A Piece Of Meat.

nothing more

Little Girls

Little girls
are taught not to lie
but what else can I do
to be left the fuck alone?

Tic

Give me a second.
As I implant my confusion
in your (un)conscience

You Honestly Think

You honestly think
we’re that important
to see the
end.


of the world?

Cremated

and he threw her ashes to the sea
so that next time he went snorkeling,
they would,
be together

Relate

Chewing a Styrofoam cup.
Bad for the body.
So Good for the soul.

Howl The Who's

John Wiener's "Acts of Youth":

Be young, be despaired, be confused
Grow old.
Be repressed, be impotent, be at peace.
I identify with you, now identify with my poem.

Allen Ginsberg's "Howl"

You're young, you're stupid, I'm like you
Carl Salomon
Now redeem yourself, and evoke Moloch
If it's not too late.

A Poem About A Poem

On "Acts of Youth," by John Wiener

I'm young and I find myself
In a sea-storm of dense thick oil.
Where waves of questions
And despair are enjambed,
The more I struggle, the more I drown.

The storm begins to settle once you speak of
Peace.
I walk forward and look back
To the storm I faced when I was young.

And I hang on to the rock of hope,
To the possibility that God may be just,
That karma might be one of age's side effects.

After losing God, I've found him,
Because I have no other choice.

Turn on the light and repress the night's darkness.
Watch how the air dissolves despair like if it was smoke.
Give me shorter sentences so I can rest.

Because I've grown old of despair
I'm willing to accept the world's formula.
I believe in God again ,
Because I have no other choice.
I learn to live at peace in a place
"Where the great animals are caged."
Where the mightiest of beasts are now impotent
And like me, have accepted to give up free will.
A place I would've never entered in my youth.
"A bride to the burden,"
I have accepted to be a servant.

"For that is what we are made for"
Until old age is replaced by death.
Only then, will we "rise again" as
Divine Beings,
"Worshipped in the pitches of the night."