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Holy Sonnet 10 by John Donne

In Poetry on April 23, 2011 at 8:37 am

Death be not proud, though some have called thee

Mighty and dreadfull, for, thou art not soe,

For, those, whom thou think’st, thou dost overthrow,

Die not, poore death, nor yet canst thou kill mee;

From rest and sleepe, which but thy pictures bee,

Much pleasure, then from thee, much more must flow,

And soonest our best men with thee doe goe,

Rest of their bones, and soules deliverie.

Thou art slave to Fate, chance, kings, and desperate men,

And dost with poyson, warre, and sicknesse dwell,

And poppie, or charmes can make us sleepe as well,

And better then thy stroake; why swell’st thou then?

One short sleepe past, wee wake eternally,

And death shall be no more, Death thou shalt die.

At The Mercy of my Machines

In Poetry on March 18, 2011 at 6:16 pm

Gouge your eyes out

Or we could do it for you

Easily and painlessly

For the cost of your soul


Gears rule the universe

Spinning upon the cosmic spindle

Stars transported by conveyor belts

Space as the brick and planets are the mortar

We Face the Future With Wrists Chained Together

In Poetry on March 18, 2011 at 6:11 pm


are haughty knaves

slaves of perfection

perfection and illusion

illusion and delusion


bound together

like body and soul

joined from the navel to the face

a never-ending race

death and destruction together tethered