Crimson flows evil’s desires, when men’s hearts burn with hates fires… Victims weeping with deceits gain, carving death from living flesh sorrow rains… Sweeping blades rip and tear as anger unleashed on a choir rings out before a seasonal manger…Bone on steel, lead on flesh cries of anguish growing from evils seeds now sowing.. Growing […]Read more "Evil"
If loss has a universal image, it is the fatherless daughter crying into her weeping mothers shoulder. The forlorn look of a man bereft of is life long friend staggering through a memorial procession. If success carries a similar image, it is in a Dias filled with opponents congratulating a former leader before throngs of […]Read more "News pride"
In the tortured mass of yesterday, flames claim lives from today… Undeniable Courage, into life depriving devastation each runs to their ruin… Memories remain, of the men who came as other refrained… Honoring your passing, we stand where you fell, you stories to tell… Tomorrow will know from these boot prints you leave and those […]Read more "West fallen"
Underpowered forms, fussing between average norms… Testing each step, grinding joints no longer do I skip, how did I get to this point.. Hair a fright, eyes wide, cannot see well in day or night.. Pride with all else has fallen, even my smile descends for a while… Yet onward I stride, aluminum limbs stirring […]Read more "This point"
Cold in here is it, this chilling wind stirred by passing feet… Up from harder surfaces I’ve known, yet from here I cannot go…. Unblinking eyes, racing to capture cloud filling blue skies… Cold in here is it, gripping fingers like ice, stilling a hearts rights… Slumber claims this damaged frame, up from here I […]Read more "Cold in here"
Graceful flowing streams of life, sweeping memories sediments away. Wide staring eyes of youth, pessimistic grin or age… Wanting words of beginnings, longing wishes nearing an end… Fumbling forced first steps, foundering frustrating shuffling feet.. Between mountains and steep valleys, along forgotten byways…. Are these moments treasured, baring and sharing for those so daring… Times […]Read more "Stealing arrow"
Slices Innocence finds enmity rebounding between her beginning and now. When ages collapse under trivial pursuits of anxieties growing burdens. Traveled well memories trails are forged in endless forests and dells. Men taking from another, whispers of deceit and disorder. Forgetting first, for a time, oppression from cradle till, they die. In words forging freedoms […]Read more "Slices"