Red life
Blood light
Running down a hill
An ocean tear
A blue tear
Cut in fabric, thread unraveled
Grass sword
Green blade
Shining under fires
Rays of heat scorching
Category: Poetry
Waking Nature
The morning chased a taxi
As it drove on the no man’s land between night and day
The skylight with a whisper of summer
The snow melted quietly from the trees.
The wintry art of nature
Gave way to the next.
The early ones pushed their heads from under their covers
Under which they had slept many moons.
They greeted their friends
The waking trees
Who were putting on their green clothes.
It was time for celebration
Satyrs and forest maidens
Danced under the tree shadows.
The Waters
Alive are the waters
Alive and well
Rushing through the rafters
Drowning out hell
Steam rises from the waters
Rushing like rapids
Roaring like dragons
Those that sound like thunderstorms
Thundering the waters engrave their way
Through the closed cave they pave
The waters run into the sky
And towards earth they fly
The waters declare freedom
The earth declares life
Beat Soul
In the emptiness I meet
My soul is beat
In the presence of a malicious mind
My death sentence is undersigned
My heart, it lay in cinders
My strength, it is tender
There seems no end to torment
I weep in discontent
Take away my fear and restlessness
Give me a sense of weightlessness
Imbue me with hope, make me brave
Dash my tears into a grave
As I go about my day
Will I ever find a way
To not feel this close to tears
Afraid of the listening ears
That lurk in the walls
And creep in the halls
To do the bidding of one of dark intent
Hiding behind a benevolent pretense
All words, kind or not spoken
Are twisted and turned
Into false words
Into accusations
Into emptiness they become
As they attack all and one
And in that emptiness we meet
My soul is irrevocably beat
Oh make me brave
Dash my tears into a grave!
Quote of the Day: Unsoundness of a Poet’s Mind
“Perhaps no person can be a poet, or can even enjoy poetry, without a certain unsoundness of mind, if anything which gives so much pleasure ought to be called unsoundness.”
Riding On A Nightmare
I read in the dark shadows of my home
Raindrops crashing on my window
These novels paint pictures of gilded worlds
Yet the cracks in this urban milieu
They yell me a different story
The nighttime surrounds me like black ceremonial robes
As the city plays chess with my heart
The darkness is in communion with me
As my instincts scream at me in the process
Shall I step in the next access
My poor heart now possess
As I ride on this nightmare
Like a cab ride to hell
Shackles and Shades (Walk for Freedom)
In the shadows of cities
Haunted shades lurk
In the corners
In the crowd
Eyes empty
Souls hungry
Hearts heavy
In a pit writhing with shame
They think they are to blame
For the sins of their imprisoners
The deeds of their oppressors
Oh my child you are an innocent!
Affected by the cruelty of the world
You were tortured by poverty and exploiters
You were hidden carefully in sight
The world has failed you
We have failed you
Oh dear tortured child!
For we are blind
We must open our eyes
To root out the evil
And save you
Oh how can we learn to see
That you exist
The tormented, the captive, the slave?
For every one of you
There is one who should shout
For every lost child
There should be ten that fight
For at least all of you
There should be those who call out
For each and every one of you
There should be countless walking out
We walk for your freedom
With our silence, we shout!
With our silent protest
We ask the free to call out!
I walk for each innocent tormented child
I WALK FOR FREEDOM
