life of an iceberg: pOeTrY bOoK 1

By Steve Glickman

"Utter despair, discouragement, hopelessness, and dense almost incomprehensible thoughts... Bring it out at your next literary party and have everyone read a page out loud... I have never read anything like this, and neither have you."

- Ralph Alfonso
Ralph Reviews
BongoBeat.com

• Language: English
• Publisher: Steve Glickman
• Release date: Jul 22, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466176638

Steve Glickman

Founder and President Vote Sizing Institute http://iVoteSize.com (formerly http://VoteSizing.org) http://TheWorldsGreatestLivingPoet.com http://KickAssScripts.com

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ExPeRiMeNtS iN fOg

THE SOUND OF SOMEONE ELSE’S BREATH

As my ship sputters to a dead stop in the endless fog, any hopes of returning to solid ground are now dependent upon those willing to venture out into this sea of illusion.

The clarity of vision no longer serves my purpose, only heightens the tension.

Please bear with me as I battle my appetite for destruction; self determination. I am only sounding my foghorn in the dead of the evening.

Jealousy overpowers all other emotions as red curtains fall softly over my thoughts. I am not scared, I am scared. I am not lonely, I am desperate. Knowledge and vices drive me towards a tragic landscape.

How often have the animals gathered to mock my agony? Only they can feel honest in the face of destruction. Now my pride looks foolish, grinning from behind a face of anguish. I squint into the immediate future, waiting for lights, shadows, to pull me out. The ringing in my ears and the beating of my heart serve me company.

A warm chills smile fuels my search; for the love of friends opens my heart to the light of life, and the sounds of someone else’s breath.

DANCE ME IN DEATH

We tread ever so softly into the fog.

Calling quietly, we fear a reply.

Singing, we step into the distance,

trembling with each step we take.

Eyes open for all the world to see,

we stop, and listen;

to hear each other balanced here.

Seeking comfort in the fiery arms of lies;

running for each other with empty hearts.

Tripping and stumbling some of us loose,

while others who help are labeled as fools.

Rejected and branded, tormented at dawn,

crippled and hopeless, yet still they move on

and are trampled, or stoned, or burned,

or ignored

by money and magic, rumors and slander.

We stand by and dance and stare at the walls.

As our prayers go unanswered we furl our brow

and crucify our neighbour, while bribing the judge.

With sudden sharp thoughts the anger grows

like cancer, not knowing the death of its host.

Embarking a ship - traveling the globe

we step forth and ask to be counted,

while the world spins

and dips.

HAVE YOU SEEN THE KEYS TO MY SOUL?

Once when I was young I saw the sun.

Now as the heat glows down I fear that I shall never smell the sweet scent of spring flowers; hear the song of the night sky.

All is lost; or merely forgotten. Wake the past, call the infant to rise again and I’d walk willingly into the next day. Shake thoughts from my mind and let the light out.

Help, I’m on fire, and my soul is not forgotten. Release me my perceptions and let me breathe blue mist.

Hold my body and rock me until I find the path to ego destruction. Desire a single bridge to eternal life.

YOU ARE WATCHING BIG BROTHER

You are watching big brother.

You are watching big brother talk.

You are watching big brother walk.

You are watching big brother laugh.

You are watching big brother fight.

You are watching big brother run.

You are watching big brother love.

You are sitting.

Your hands are quiet.

Your ears are listening.

Your eyes are open.

Your feet are still.

Your brain is thinking.

Your heart is beating.

Your soul is weeping.

SHOOT THE MOON

As the summer winds down and the trees turn yellow, my spirit longs for the days when the warm winds could blow these thoughts away.

Sitting on my perch, far far above the crowd; I fear my own distraction will surly cause me to fall.

My secrets are fond of driving me on,

and my past is never forgotten for long.

There’s a light blinding my eyes,

and the truth of it is that it burns all the time.

Oh to be me in the arms of a stranger,

I reach for this dream with the wings of an angel.

Tears of joy, tears of shame,

laughing, holding, touching, enjoying.

Playing, chasing, breathing, forgetting,

seeing, being, and being together.

How base I am to hide these thoughts, though they

ravage my heart,

pull at my coat,

push me down when I wake,

call when I walk,

and laugh when I talk.

FLYSHIT

My fires going out. I’m sinking, pulled apart.

I’m disappearing.

I need some medicine. I’m lost, blind, shoeless, and tired.

Love, which comes like a ledge; I’m teetering on the edge, reaching and calling.

My hope has flown away like a blanket in the wind. The stars beckon, and my soul asks to be set free. The prison I have built no longer