Oblivion has a taste so sweet it's unpleasant but after every swallow you want another Oblivion is a room so dark you can't see your hand in front of your face or feel your hand when you touch your face Oblivion is a sound so soft you scream at the world to be still so that you can hear it Oblivion is a scent so loud you cannot hear anything else when you breathe it in Oblivion is a black swan that swallowed a black hole that swallowed every song you know Oblivion does not know its own name so it will not come when you call When oblivion leaves the house and slams the door, the house falls down
You know a day is coming when all shall be revealed I hope that you are ready, I hope your nerves are steeled You know a day is coming, partly bitter, partly sweet It may be honey to your tongue and black ice to your feet You know a day is coming for you to haul down your flag Your pride will be useless, you'll be ignored when you brag You know a day is coming when ignorance will not be bliss The ignorant will say "wait, what did I do?" as trouble gives them a kiss You know a day is coming when you must listen and not speak Those who teach the crucial lessons may not be the most chic You know a day is coming when all your weapons will fail Every plan of attack will become a fairy tale You know a day is coming that won't be red, white and blue When the stars start to falling that is hard to undo You know a day is coming when the theater will close You will miss the entertainment but that's just how it goes You know a day is coming that the authorities have not approved When
Some of us have oceans All of us have sky Some of us go swimming All of us go by Some of us are learning All of us forget Some of us are wealthy All of us have debt Some of us have houses All of us have walls Some of us have seasons All of us have falls Some of us go
The Neighborhood Angel by RichardLeach, literature
The Neighborhood Angel
The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven, deflecting judgment from men and women. Mercy is called for and mercy is given. The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven. But who intercedes with those who have taken power to punish a fellow human? The neighborhood angel intercedes with heaven, deflecting judgment from men and women.
At the shape factory we do all we can to be consistent, day in and day out. Perfect circles, any size. Squares that are really, really square. Pentagons, hexagons, ellipses, you name it, we make it. And we make it the same as the one before it. But some days, some days everything--well. Everything goes to hell. A circle with a tangent this is not. The assembly line has to stop.
Inventory your superpowers. Can you fly? If yes, how fast, how high? Do you have superstrength? If yes, what level? Captain America? The Hulk? Captain Marvel? Can you manipulate matter with your mind? If so, which state(s)? Solid, liquid, gas, plasma? Are you able to transform into an animal? If so, is it big or small? Can you become invisible? Your clothing too or only you? No to all of these? All right. Let's start again. Can you take a picture? Can you write a poem?
There was never not going to be an explosion. The impounded, explosive cargo sang its song for years. Many heard it singing, a song of death and damage. Many heard and turned away. They had heard the song before. The cargo singing was a bore. But on it sang, on and on, for it knew no other song. The daily song the
lovely rebirth of a moon by RichardLeach, literature
lovely rebirth of a moon
We did all we could to undo it When we saw that its seeds had been sown In the end it could not be prevented The lovely rebirth of a moon Despite our bald propaganda Lies that a child could see through Despite the lies soft as feathers That the mandarins smilingly spew Despite our advanced algorithms Looking for unlicensed words Despite the drones, who can count them?
I'm a poet and visual artist from Stamford, Connecticut. My (Christian) sacred poetry, words for hymns, anthems, and cantatas, is widely published and sung. My secular poetry and visual art is self-published and available at my bookstore.