gods walk among us

the living
make the dead
immortal

gods
are born
this way

where in
life, they
were men

in death
their spirit, like
shadow puppets

used
by many hands
to spread the word,

grave men and grave women
only hear in death
because they can’t

listen in life
unable to fathom, that
gods walk among us

all the time.

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Happiness & Love

Happiness
& Love
killed
the poem.
As
for
the poet,
he lived
mourned his loss
then learned to love again.

The difference between women, men, and scars.

Scars heal.
Women don’t.
Women remember everything.
Every failed step.
Every spoken word, every mistake.

But women forget sometimes,
that men too
are unlike scars.

Men don’t heal either.
Men remember everything.
Every time, every opportunity.
And every failed step.

Then there are scars.
The untimely breakup,
which neither swears
they ever saw coming.

Ourselves as liars.

Imagine

there are two sides to every story,

sometimes three, four,

most times there are twelve.

It depends,

on who we are, who we’ve been

and who we’re trying to be,

like auditioning for a role.

And it’s easy to say,

that you never tell a lie,

or that I’m always wrong.

If I were to believe that,

if you, are so able to believe that

then, clearly

somebodies a liar.