Kitten's Litter

...and you can’t care about this war
because you simply do not know
and how could you be blamed
for not being able to relate
or fret for every incident
and the innocent losses
or even the deaths of
the culpable,
for even they,
self-proclaimed
demons must have had reasons
and possibly children
who will grow up
to avenge and
perpetuate the deadly spree,
irreversibly.

it’s not your fault,
I know,
so consider yourself lucky,
consider yourself blessed
along with the rest,
sluggish and dragging
themselves out of bed,
sleep walking
while killing,
drowning
their own days
in apathy and atrophy,
viscous bliss.

yet my mind wanders
toward the unlikely places,
so remote
they might not even exist,
and the unknown faces
which greet me with
blood and grime
stained masks,
they were never taught
how to smile.

…and when one of them dies
I wish I didn’t care,
but I am hit hard,
shot down and stunned
for this is too close to home,
makes me fidget, makes me throb
when I envision children
wearing smoking assault rifles
and I already know
where they will all end up.

 

I havent had chance to read them all, but my God, youre one hell of a talented poet. I loved every single one i read, and im gonna read the rest later! "Departure" is a very striking poem...its full of meaning, emotion...i love them. Keep writing!

Love-Maxi.Xx

 

Everyone should read this poem.
Im gettin through them, gradually! I remain ever more impressed...shocked even, at the beauty, depth and meaning of your words. Sone of these have to be some of the best poems ive ever read!...im gonna go and read the rest! Thank you so much for sharing. Im sure youre inspiring and teaching many people out there with your words.

Love-Maxi.Xx

 

Wonderful.

 

-secondhand smoke- great title, great poem! the last lines remind me of a Berryman poem, my favorite incidentally.... kinda has a quasi psyche vibe or a ethereal spin to it... I liked mucho!

 

Insomnia is a dystopia
when I tunnel through
the prized collection
of wrong turns,
which I could not
redirect or prevent
in time.

It’s all about the blame
and how it still
holds reign
over the present,
current conditions,
in spite of their false ease
still make me ill,
for years.

With all my alarm within,
chemicals weave,
combust in a synaptic blast,

It's all about the necessary harm.

 

If only my old man
could tuck in
his excessive pride
and incoherent rationale,
and hereditary folly,
perhaps we could all
get along and do away
with nightly horror.

But instead
I contain air in my lungs,
in case the breathing
might give away my presence,
eavesdropping in a closet,
and trembling while
his words thunder,
and pulverize,
deliver final verdict.

If only my old man
could realize
he is mere mortal, not holy
and not right to govern
lives the way he does.

And although he could
annihilate us all
for treason or
discard, disown
without a reason,
I'm merciful
but weary.

 

-Father- was perfect, a new addition to the 'best of kittenx' collection! powerful piece, imagery amazing (particularly the hiding in the closet; that image carries mucho weight), I enjoyed this big time; bravo!

 

and are you sure you want to go that route

where there are torrents, quick and spinning,
unsteady heads and mouths
spurting forth
things to regret someday
and laugh about,
again unsteady,
and we may drown
in frosty waters,
or warming murmur
will run down my nape
and make me shudder,
and there is a good chance
that we may smother
one another, but will we trust
that it’s okay
to breathe with our eyes shut
and not assume the worst
because it’s easy
and forecasted,
although we are not forever,
it feels like we might last
a while.

 

Ah, the butterfly flutters! Lovely piece, full of familiar feelings… take the plunge!

 

Ok, ive nearly read them all now I just want to say to you kitten, no matter what anyone says, just keep the poems coming, and keep them coming straight from you! Theyre the product of pure talent. I love your words-I read your poems and sometimes get lost in a world of fantasy, other times get woken up and jolted back into cold reality by your cutting truths delivered in visions of stark lucidity. There have been some unforgettable images painted for me-and your verses are abstract enough for every reader to get a different picture yet still appreciate it for the artwork it is.

I remain forever endebted to you Your words have cheered, saddened, awoken...but most of all inspired. I say with absolute sincerity-these poems are some of the best ive ever come across.

Thank you so much for sharing, and keep writing
Love-Maxi.Xx

 

Perfect timing in reading this one. Feels like where I'm at these days. I loved the last one posted as well, the untitled one. You caught the apathy and the reality of it all so well.

 

Meow!

 

Soft snow-capped pride,
I am the Ararat,
I am the Armenian love,
engraved, remembered
and revered
by obsidian gazes
looking for refuge
above.

I am the breathless winds,
the free flowing wines
of the mountains.

I am in every
generous wrinkle
of well aged sages
whose smoke rings
built pallid legends.

And I’ve blessed the hearts
of ten thousand martyrs
who bled for their faith
at my feet.

I am the eye,
lidless eye watching over
Yerevan,
for centuries
I have witnessed
conquerors' caravan
in vain
burning its grass
and my bones.

But my idle lava
has been the blood
of the neglected,
ungrateful
children below.

And all this time,
towering silent,
I have stood
by their side,
seen them grow
just to die,
from the artificial
ash.

 

-senseless- is wow wow wow... great, great poem there girl! bravo!

 

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Thats hot!

 

most excellent

 

i agree. KittenX, your poetry is alive. it undulates and captivates the attention, much as the fine detail of some richly textured tapestry. evocative and ever shifting in color and form, your inspired words tumble down a neverending page. just as the earths breath constantly reshapes the dunes of an ancient desert, so to your words animate and give form to an imagination that is warm and powerful. for better or worse, i want to know who is the source of this siren force. such is your attraction. such is your mystery!

 

smokin' good work, as ususal. One of the reasons I came back.