Hills of Nirvana

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  • hippideeth
  • Hey guys! I recently published a poetry chapbook in memory of my mammaw. It's available on amazon.com and createspace e store. It's titled If I Settle Down... by Charles Cross.

Hills of Nirvana

Hills of Nirvana

 

A breeze brings a burning sensation

            Set deep within

            Beneath the skin

Some far land a man is on fire

            Burning bright

            In a starving night

A snowflake dives to the ground

            April snow

            On convict’s toes

 

STOP

FREEZE

NONEXISTENT POUCH

 

Death is asleep for the time being

            Bullets look back at the gun

            Father stops hitting his son

Stock market crash

            No one minds

            Not aristocrats, not even their kind

The store owner leaves the money

            The trigger is still

            Even though he has not had his fill

A Buddhist monk sits outside his temple

            Watching the hills

            Waiting till

 

THE EYE OPENS AND THE HILLS COLLAPSE

BLOOD FLOWS

BULLETS SOAR

THE INNOCENT DIE

WHILE WE OPEN THE DOOR

Goodbye

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SuSpence commented on Hills of Nirvana

05-10-2010

Pretty amazing hippi, I had to read this one several times to truly appreciate it entirely. I really like your style. Awesome. -Spence

dvusdreams commented on Hills of Nirvana

01-20-2010

i love the way poem leads up to something far worse then normal everyday evil, it gets you thinking about the true darkness that is around the corner, it allows your mind to run wild thinking of the impending events to come, i also enjoyed the structure you used, very well done keep up the great writing

sk commented on Hills of Nirvana

09-25-2009

Good commentary on the evil that men do...the rest that they seek, yet push further away every day by their deeds...the days are growing shorter and something much much bigger is coming...our violence against eachother is the beginnings of birthing pains signalling the pending birth of a new world in the age of man....God watches his children and cries.

ginga commented on Hills of Nirvana

09-20-2009

hippi, A very well thought out socio/cultural write that oozes of the dirty deeds that plague us. This poem has so much truth. riddled with the violent aftermath. Great nerves of steel went into this! I have written Helpless to Help, a poem that reminds me of this one to some degree. ginga

torimode commented on Hills of Nirvana

09-15-2009

SOOO captivating! You have wonderful imagery and such a flow in this poem. I LOVE the last line! Yes, the door is slowly being opened and the new age is just around the corner. very well done.

Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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