hunter #poetry

the destiny that calls me

will have to wait tonight

for i am hunting Judas

and i am hunting Brutus

blood boils in my veins

i’m sharpening my arrows

i strangulate the time

i coil around your body

i’m pregnant with desires

the Mount of Olives cries

my hands are fighting lions

the mystery of me

is bursting into fires


55 thoughts on “hunter #poetry

  1. Good morning. We haven’t seen an animated piece like this since “no one’s world.” Your writing is always striking in its images. Afraid, the mystery of you is more than just bursting into fires. Smile. Bravo.

    1. Good morning! Thank you so much for your kind words! Well, this one does not have the “famous” line “and your coffee is getting cold” 🙂
      as for the mystery of me … 🙂
      Have a fabulous day!

      1. Lol… I do not know if I can really fight the lions! I am doing my best 🙂 I should be well. I took my vitamins 🙂
        Enjoy NYC! I miss a good deli 🙂

      2. Do your best, you have a supporter here. Now, as for the little deli. You once mentioned Party City (that we both miss) and now NYC. You’re killing me with these little tidbits of 411.

      3. Thank you so much,Drew! I do not want to kill you. You need to stay alive so you can write beautiful poetry!

        Well, a Cuban sandwich will be great today 😊

  2. Epic poetry. Gripping and brilliant. You are fabulous with the way you touch our souls with words that cry and berate and scream, I feel its potency.

    1. You are too generous! Thank you so much! I am very grateful for your comment. You should know that I love your poems too 🙂


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