till all was lost
except the memory of you.
even the world anew,
born with an ache,
and an absence of heart,
that dawn could not heal.
among the ruins and the rubble,
a solitary flower bloomed.
while the dogs of desire sniffed,
never picking up a scent!
even the walls of the cave,
mumbled prayers in a whisper…
and god wept,
while ants marched to destruction!
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16 penny nails…hammered in the…….outhouse wall,the rope,…still tied in a knot……..the still warm bodies……quivering, in shallow graves.the children of the man….who pushed the button,……who made the choice….the Mexican immigrant….who washes the car…….of the oil field supervisor,….whose family lives……in a broke down bus…the ground up pills…the boy snorts up his nose,….while his momma prays;and his daddy…
drink me then,
i’ve spun my web out of moonlight,and now the trees come to bury the dead.there are small stones that hold infinity,whose very smoothness holds myriad maps.while raindrops speak of salvation and seduction,and the boxes are wrapped and eternally silent…the lies we planted on fevered nights,still hold moments of magic and touch.and now the fire itself…
self immolation…
silent screams to a worldgone deaf!freedom and dignitywritten on charred remains….and no one sees!too far away? no oil to gain?‘see no evil, hear no evil’….as we rock to indifference!
by chance,
no reason for anything,no fate, no destiny.no eternity, no need to change,happy go lucky, get what you can…i just dont buy it….sounds too much likeno reason for life,no value to the moment,no need to evolve….feels like empty!but i stand by your rightto believe as you will,and wish you happiness.
i’m quite sure we all have our seasons in hell…
we often think we’re the only ones,but all people at some point suffer despair.it is not whether we are going through hell,but what we do with it that matters.we can become hardened and calloused,and lose all hope…believe me, it’s easy.or we can stand firm at the chance of all loss,and be willing to evolve, whatever…
We are the voice
The ear they mostWant silenced.We, the hearts, theyMost fear, bound.We, the souls, theyCant stop, fettered.We, the bodies, thatBring their fall.We, the question, thatTurns the page.We, the words, ofConscious change.We, the breath, ofHuman endeavor.We, the voice,They cannot still.