Poetry by Adam Brown ♣ Art by Larry Corbett

Carnivorous

Petals of bliss

Fall around

my saturated,

webbed paws.

 

Canines set

To sink without

Warning.

 

Mantras of

Saints

Fill me

While

My veins

Pulse with

Pure fire.

 

Many have

Attempted

To break me;

All have failed.

 

Meditation

Keeps the

Demon at bay.

 

Safe-

Until the

Hunger arrives.

 

Philosophy of a raindrop

 

Truth evades me

like so many raindrops

hitting the ground

 

I wonder,

What knowledge passes

me by, that the ground

receives?

 

How can I become

an ocean of epistemological

Absorption?

 

Do ideologies help

in this endeavor,

or are they just

Disembodied sponges

 

That suck up the water

of truth and leave me

dehydrated?

Awakening

 

Desperately

clinging

to the last

shreds

of knowledge

which

I have parsed

from

great minds

 

Hoping to

find some

semblance

of truth

within

the confines

of society’s walls

 

Realizing

that all

truth

resides within

and finding

answers

to questions

that no

one else could ever

answer

Drops of Power

 

Every teardrop you shed

is a message to the world

telling of the strength of your heart

and the caring you possess.

 

Do not feel weak for sending

this message;

It must be sent, and people must hear it

 

May you flood time itself

with the power of your heart

and let angels weep

with their wings of crystal

raised high in the golden light.