Author: S. Alim Reza
A Monster
A wolf in sheepskin Hunts, Tracking pursuit Following a bloody trail Prints of a paw, a claw Of five To connect the guilt With the mind Responsible
Alley Cats
Mid Night Crawlers Unaware That it is dark Unsure If alive or dead In morning twilight They dance the razorblade tango Whirling recklessly At the edge of life. Awake since forever Spirit spurred on With caffeine and nicotine. Two things I obsessively read: License plates and graffiti No matter how obscure or obscene.
A Bard
A poet on a mystic path My song is without a melody, But with the rhythm of life And the tune of the breeze Under the thrum of eyes watching Amidst the trees. Only for a moment Then it is gone.
Transcendent Life Preserver
Drunk on knowledge Parched of meaning Certain of direction Lost in application. We are capable, I believe, To create something GOOD Regardless of subjectivity. From despair and depravity A human can create beauty In their world Through the loves they share, The pain they endure And the ability – Followed by determination – To BELIEVE…
Equally Disoriented
Trapped in a solitary bubble Surrounded by people that I don’t know So much potential That I’m afraid to use I am afraid of failing Afraid of feeling Secluded within myself Still reeling from past hurt and confusion My life is my own now And I’m trying to forget who I was And where I’m…
Economic Warfare
Economic Warfare: A paper war of cash, cheques And casualties time has forgotten, bloodless corpses Hollowed-out edifices, houses of corporate capitalisms Entities not human, Frankensteins of a legal system Not accountable for their abuses, not apologetic Just profit machines, monsters to serve their masters Propelled by the sweat of paid slavery, voluntarily submitted With no…
Ascent of Dissent
I feel like a criminal An outcast, incorrigible For my misanthropism And my refusal to comply With the fire within That burns to destroy and create And the struggle to resist What I know to be wrong So I live my life With freedom of mind If not of action And begrudgingly submit To a…
that I should profane
That I should profane These pages with such thoughts A delicious guilt Of defiling something new
Acknowledging and de-stigmatizing Suicidal Ideation
We need to face our darkness because we cannot outrun our shadow. Recall and recount the moments that almost were and we were almost not. A reminder of all the worst points in our life that we have overcometo remind us that we will overcome this one as well. Wear your survived pain as a…
A Horrid Realization
Ritual abusers, in whatever stripe they come – Their ceremonies You know the ones… They’re supposed to represent life: A life From conception That’s the part they show in movies – Birth Voila To death All represented neatly In one ceremony Cool right? Clever even But despicable beyond all reason And it gets worse You’d…