I've had enough of life but new days keep pouring
She keeps telling me I've had enough of life
Yet she continues taking her clothes off
She's asking me to dance and I will
They'd stab your brother and you wouldn't stop
I stabbed my brother so I could dance with her tonight
So I could free my hands of those pins
She's asking me to dance, I always move slowly
On my side of the fence, filling one of your rooms
Then I sing a lullaby to deaths they were carrying then left in my hands
I've heard it's a love story so I'm still waiting for one
My crystals turn to glass, sometimes it's the other way around
I keep them in my handbag, I guess I'm not that responsive anymore
They made you pay for it but I'll give it to you for free
Life is full of places where you could go without me
Categories:
light green, dark, love, , Lullaby,
Form: Prose Poetry
thunder storm
is it a light of light green –
eye's cat gem?
Categories:
light green, anger, animal, nature,
Form: Haiku
Red light, Green light, cigarette buds
Red means stop,
green means go,
cigarette buds punched out in an dirty ash tray
means death is coming for you
and love has run out,
just as the man trying to blow through
the intersection we all know as 'life'
smoking his cigarette clouding his car
with ash and smoke
till the eighteen wheeler rams him off the road
and he turns into fire and ash
like his blackened lungs from all the cigarette buds
that were punched out in the ashtray we all call 'reality'
Red the symbol for blood, which flows from his open wounds
green for his greed for rushing through life
and the cigarette buds that littered his so-called 'great life'
-11/18/2013-
Categories:
light green, abuse, age, dark, death,
Form: Free verse
Amongst the bark of trees
there shines a light
a light not bright
yet still illuminates the night
dull, green and spherical it floats
within the forest
it appears to gloat
it's maniacal grin spreads
and causes unrest
but yet brings comfort
to souls lost
The green gradually fades
and a new shade is seen
the shade of red.
It's shape contorts and twists
becomes enraged and unreliable
the light is not definable
by human nor god
it rises and sits aloft the trees
as if it is defining itself
a greater being
a power unseen
the light pulses, jolts and flashes
suddenly implodes and turns to ashes
The dull green light never was and never will be.
Categories:
light green, adventure, angst, art, death,
Form: Rhyme
Night is coming
Even though it already looks and feels of night
It isn't here yet
Gray veil covers the sky
Rain plays its sad tune
But pink flowers contrast green on Japanese Magnolia
Night is coming
Color blind person would not be able to see
The green leaves that are in contrast to the pink
Nor could they see the contrast between the white and green on the Bradford Pear
Night is coming
Rain increases it rhythm, the grayness in the forest deepens
A heaviness weighs upon my body making it uncomfortable to breath
The rain washes the pollen away for right now
Night is coming
Colorblindness would be a disadvantage for a person in many ways
Some of the beauty of spring would be lost
But they would probably notice shape and design more than someone who sees color
Night is coming
When the darkness covers over me then I won't be able to see how to write
This would be a great disadvantage in accomplishing finishing this work
The yellow green or banana yellow yard light has come on it light radiates outward
In the distance a very large tree reaches upward skeletal but has few spring green
tiny leaves that contrast the gray sky.
If I were color blind I would not see that.
Categories:
light green, introspection, life, spring, light,
Form: Free verse
The fierce red color
Cannot mix with the peaceful light blue
The nature grass green
Can mix with the fierce wild red
The pale white color
Mixes with peaceful light blue
The bright orange color
Has no business
With the naïve purple color
The black mysterious color
Mends with pale white
So as the world is mixed with agony and delight
And the fierce cannot mix with the light
Each one has a color
Each one has a secret recipe
For bright cannot come with naïve
And for people
There are both in kind
You need to have the guts to be red
And the kindness to be the light
The joy to be the bright
The imposter to be the purple
The jealousy to be the yellow
The peaceful to be the white
And the tend to nature to be the green
The strength to seize the black
For strength can make peace
And peace can turn off fire
Delight becomes in people
Who had been once naïve?
Bright they will become after it has gotten away
But my friend colors
Should be used carefully
With no rush or fight
Categories:
light green, visionary, nature, light, green,
Form: Free verse