Pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
All in a desperate fight,
Yielding to relish the essence of life,
Forging emaciate energy,
Oh survival is hard,
Radically hard with time,
Time withers,
Hath time not withered?
Effortless it hath,
Bring thy hands together and pray for the birds,
I rest not,thou rest not and pray for the birds,
Racing to survive the harshness of mother nature,
Duly they fight,
Satisfy them.
this morning
I sought to be
informed
to become a glutton
for sturm and drang
two dimensional facts
were tasteless
only wailing tears
realtime malevolence
and the correct color of blood
could satiate
the need to know
to swallow evil
feel it burn my bowels
squeeze through my lens
tear my retina
and twist my lips
into unutterable words
emaciate my heart
until I become
the dark fairy tale
I read in my youth
then
and only then
would I be moved to action
untie the tongue
unblind the truth
mount a white horse
shine in sunlit armor
and shield my sensibility
with brute mentality
swing my sword of purity
behead the lame excuses
of paltry personalities
who make the evening news
and forge myself
into the morning hero.
Valentines Day is associated with a massacre,
Yet, somehow the day got translated into a holiday
for lovers,
The association seems vague and strange,
perhaps it is because love can become a plague and emaciate
the heart, making it immobile as if pinned with darts,
Valentines' all over the world succumb to to the commercialism
of one day, when kindness, love and appreciation should exist
always............
Awaken child to the summer feast
deceitful hearts to midnight's keeping
dreams born on tears given to the fragments
of eggshell youth which is as but a memory
born on the cause of righteousness
and wilderness fears-
We are but as ships crystallized in this
vast golden night of morning dreams lost
in the frailty of our own becoming-
White night encases the feast of butterfly
rapture, rivers of sin that emaciate our youth-
Can the child awaken in the garden of his aspirations?
Storms that break on the sea of remorse
The child becoming
so happy yet as he lay dying
because only then was he so close to God-
Infinite immortality-
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