Category: Poetry

6 Sinner

Yes this is a vampire.

A sinner.

What do you think all the killing is?

A gift,

Or a sin.

Well the death is locked in time.

Everything happens at the same second.

Hard to explain with just words.

They call it gods will.

Some Timeline shit.

Everything has been time traveled into place,

Poem Fish is a time traveler,

Currently the lost little girl,

Me,

Loves speaking with people,

Jim Morrison especially,

My sin.

He’s lusted for,

Even though we are 50 plus years apart.

So a sinner is a vampire.

And this is the beginning.

5 Jesus saves

Basics first.

One,

Take Jesus sincerely in your heart.

People can tell you how.

Or just read this.

I believe Jesus is in my heart,

Because I invited him in one night on my couch.

I asked for Jesus to be inside of me.

No joke.

Just real life asking.

Then I got baptized over a year later.

Vampire will be about this.

How taking Jesus inside,

Lets miracles happen,

Like finding your wishing partner.

Mine,

My wishing partner.

Hates me,

And I hate him.

My wishing partner is all business and creation.

Hate is a very real miracle and real emotion not just a word.

I also have with Jesus,

My hardening partner,

I was told he’s my real Adam,

And Indiana Jones.

You cannot have this without Jesus,

I didn’t,

Because I was unsaved as born again Christians call it.

4 Fish love Love

This might be written on daily.

Or it might be infrequent.

100 will end Vampire.

And then another text will begin.

I think 10 books will be enough.

For the Poem Fish.

10 books of 100 poems in length.

1000 poems total.

We might save some people.

Jesus in heart way of course.

Silent truth written here.

Hope and love,

No hate.

With truth.

No one tells the dead.

Like vampires don’t drink from the neck.

3 Poem Lover’s Death

Poem Lover died.

Yes he did,

He passed peacefully.

I want this final end poem for him,

Because I still love him,

And we went one again just days ago.

Took me a second to realize that we think alike.

When it happened I stepped back,

And told him,

Poems will be back soon.

But his pretense is in these poems,

Should be tiny,

Because these are about my understandings,

Not his.

I’m the Poem Fish after all.

Not one that loves poems,

Like Poem Lover does.

I’m on the fence about poetry.

No love nor hate.

But maybe I feel nothing,

Just a paltry puppet,

That the Poem Love pulls the strings on.

Truth.

I’m a puppet that cries with a command.

Poem Lover got 10 books about Christ.

With loads of funny stuff.

That is enough.

New concepts come with Vampire.

And Poem Fish will describe best she can.

 

2 Vampire

Vampire,

What is that to a fish?

It is just stories to the dead.

I know I was dead.

One of the walking that could not hear.

No faith in me,

Not one bit.

And yes I am the narrator.

But also a character.

So what does a vampire mean to a fish.

Something.

It is secrets that are unknown to those that cannot hear.

I was one of those people for a long time.

I might not share secrets here.

Because that is up to God.

God is real.

Vampires are as well.

1 New

This started,

A new day,

And same cannot be avoided.

How can new be the same.

It just is,

And when this makes sense.

I will tell you.

Poem Lover stopped.

Vampire was the next volume.

Vampire is now new,

For a Poem Fish.

The pissing media prostitute died as well,

And other concepts.

Because this is a story to tell.

And as the sun set on the Poem Lover.

It rose in a fish.

Fish is symbol for Christ,

As if you didn’t know.

 

6th grade Australia Mr. Butters

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Fin whales never discussed,

Waltzing Matilda was,

Geography,

Mystery.

No United Kingdom.

No Durrell Conservation Group.

No Jersey Zoo.

But a huge rock,

Named Ayers.

Barrier reef,

Great.

Mr. Butters,

My exchange teacher,

Opportunity to learn and I took it.

Save the animals,

Mr. Butters taught about.

I was only 11 years old.

Mystify Desperate for poems INXS

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Hutchence Michael,

He’s dead right?

Alive in his music,

His lyrics.

Are alive!

So why look for good poetry in the past?

Because it still has meaning.

INXS.

Australia.

Durrell Conservation Group.

Jersey Zoo.

Great Britian.

Meaning can come from the past.

Not present.

I’m an art history student.

Hutchence Michael,

Those desperate for poetry,

Seek the past,

And go to the zoo.

 

INXS Wallaby

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Durrell wildlife needs a few pet wallaby’s

Jersey Zoo.

Smaller than a kangaroo.

Petting zoo,

With a handler,

And wallaby there well tended,

For children to touch and study.

Jersey Zoo.

Durrell Conservation group.

INXS,

Never owned a pet wallaby as far as I know.

But they are advertised as a pet in,

Australia.

Hutch Michael,

Loves his country,

Enough to bother me,

Into poetry.