Poem: Sick & Healed by Blake More

This mix originally appeared in Toyon Literary Review as part of a “Poets who speak” series. Four poems in total were included in the periodical.

Sick & Healed

I’m sick and healed of ancient lie beliefs

the way peace fills my notebooks

it is possible to forget

leave behind the scourges of humanity

shanti shanti ants speeding along the concrete buffet

rush rush to buddha’s last timecard breath

wholly libated I seek to remove the dumb from the free

make freedom intelligent

rather than compulsively consumptive

oh no, not AT&T again

ah, the choices

the choices, I say be a plowshare voice

stir the winnings into an ocean of soup

swim in the stomach of earth, digesting the years

but how

peace shalom amen shanti ho

there’s no time for loving the enemy with a rocket

embody yourself, pray for all, even those who procrastinate their freedom

into satellite cellphones

roam vision upon the just, rain resonance on the righteous, reclaim the lost vibration

whitehouse front lawn nativity scene faluga

election bicycle

salham allah dot.com

at the internet store nearest you

thought police please do not fear me

not because I believe in god

but because I am god

As-Salaam-Alaikum

Mualaikumsalam

 

holy woman outstretched to man

pink sunlight wine river floating abyss bliss

thoughts turn the color of sand

time texture fleeting

millennia by moments

eternal spirit and source snake breathing along splendid freeway

bone bubbling rocking chair

unblinking

here and here

a sure fire

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