My Lunar ProclamationA Poem by Michael HandelIt's not so much about living one's life, inasmuch as it is not. You should be more like God... I meant to say, instead I thought. I thought of stars bursting in the sky. as I was walking down the street, watching the cars pass me by. I dreamed of days when temples burn to the ground, when the classless are no longer allowed to breed, when they're shipped away to far off lands now allocated, and given feed. But where is your heart -The voice in my head "My heart is dead, my heart is dead", or maybe it just beats too slow for silly odes or lovely poems, maybe I have gained control... my slow, slow heart/bottomless soul. But when I think of bursting stars, my hands raised high towards fat mooned sky, I make a wish on each explosion, wishing for lunar division, transcribing, my pen strokes to its rhythm. It's with such writing I have written I am like God, I am like God
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Added on November 11, 2008Last Updated on November 11, 2008 AuthorMichael HandelPhiladelphia, PAAbout"my poems are only scratchings on the floor of a cage" -Charles Bukowski more..Writing
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