The stepladder
Of dreams,
Tonight
They are all asleep
Or dead, by now.
Dreams, I mean
For I have seen,
Lived the Scream
Looked too much
Into the stream
Of ignorance,
Torture and pain
Of coward’s
Assassination
Of Truth
Of torture and human pain
To still be able to have faith
Quietly sleep.
And drain the moral stain,
Of History’s bloody refrain!
The chocking lies
And inhumanity
That never Stops!
That never Sleeps!
Meditation is a gavel,That towards peace,Can sometimes steer.
A whisper, emotion,Without a face.What am I without you?Just fallen grace,A shadow that trembles,An empty embrace,That makes the World,The Loneliest place.
Reinforced by a PartyThat says that forDivision, They possess,A Magic Wand,Steadily, SteadilyWell organizedAnd planned,They unfortunatelyAre Marching On!Today its the StatuesIndiscriminately,Destroyed!Tomorrow,Law and order,Shamelessly,Attacked,Then a DictatorshipIs presumably electedHeaded by a Court JesterWith anti-nationalDestructive, gesturesWorking at itFor years!We will never againBe, as One.We become a NationDefeated!‘With Liberty and JusticeFor None! ‘Demolition, positionedThen we all can liveWithout Hope,Without a…
Poetry can’t just beGlanced at,You’ve gotTo feel itMore than justRead it.
A poem triesTo say no lies,A poem tellsOf many sighs,Of love that came,Of love you lost,Of all the thingsYou love the most.A poem capturesFeelings strange,And also things,Closest in range,A Poem is a Poet’s friend,Never alone,Till all will end.
They navigate together,Thru the sea of sensitivity,And poetic imagery.
