Poetry

Quantification of Soul

by ZacharyWGilbert

A spirit, contemplates as an outlier to the kingdom of flesh.

Warm pressurized blood, circulates existence to the blind.

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Can love be calculated?

Are there scales built to weigh the tarred stick of hate?

Where are the jars that hold sorrow, like rotten candy pellets?

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A spirit, knows the bitter bite of drinking pure evil,

measures the value of light.

If the libation is enjoyed, light is a lost commodity,

and has no value.

If the burning drink, causes nausea and vomiting,

then light, framed in golden beams

has its depth of value measured and defined.

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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert

 

 

Words Wash up on Listener’s Shore

by ZacharyWGilbert

Words spill from hot mouths,

White smoke rolls, over talk,

that is heated,

Ugly green worms,

fall from invisible clouds,

in twisted slime,

roll into ears,

Tiny eggs,

made of twisted letters

soon rot, within the mind.

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The red dripping blood,

falls like spilled paint,

from the sharpened tip,

of the silver tongue.

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Words, are but loaded boats

that carry cargo through air,

Why is the speaker, often in denial,

about the goods, shipped to the listener?

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Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert