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The mountain is covered in a dense falling fog
gun barrel grey clouds shading out, unto silver
changing outwards orange to soft peach
Gracing the sun setting sky warm thoughts
Runaway dream hums, within birds singing gently
almost a magic spell sings, in one background choir
Enchanting the breeze on a cold tune
blue blowing wind on a November
Evening has broken soft brushing across the brow
a dream beauty touching, deep feelings holding hands
Silver treasure lining clouds, I want
to bathe inside your crowning desires
Oh you're the angel who takes me out, from darkness
dazzling me in light of your sun, shining smiles bright
Crying around the valley howling, a wolf sad
sweet humming tunes, gentle soft, whispers to a dream
I wrote this 12/12/9/9 ending last on the 12 note
I once heard a warning from a sailor:
"Don't look at the ocean at night—the darkness offers an escape."
I wonder if it is the same for a soldier staring down a gun barrel.
As they run through dark trenches, fleeing death,does that cold metal cylinder promise a release?
An end to fear.The death of anger.
Or a quiet peace brought to a desolate land.
Many wonder, staring straight into that deep ocean of unforgiving quiet.
But peace demands a price in an empty country.
It means
a mother you will never see,
a wife you will never love,
a child you will never guide—
only eyes wandering a horizon that never ends.
But the sailor never taught me what remains unseen:
the sea always stares back.
It cannot feel your agonizing rage.
It does not share your lonely sadness.
It has no thought of family or friends.
Instead, it only waits for you to jump, and find your peace.
A silver shawl hangs heavy over the mountain
sky grey clouds shooting gun barrel smoke hiding sunlight
Looking out towards the ocean dreaming in wild north Atlantic waves
tides turn a little lamb suffering in the spring crouched cold
We all see visions of injustices flash before our eyes turn
for which no one is held responsible the standing joke of our century
So many people turn a blind eye as their souls have already been bought
children of this world have suffered at the hands of tyrant slave masters
Born free without chains attached what gives any race the God given right
killing innocent women and children destroying families unjust actions
Some of us on this planet are sick with an untrustworthy state of affairs
listening to what these monstrous brutes get away with
In the name of peace not twisted truths building bridges instead of walls
who ever sells arms are terrorists against the living
Democracy has no grounds only love the suffering because
behind the mask many in this world condemn us
Branded from birth marked as slaves unto a system each of us a number
piercing bullets flash before the eyes redemption knowing whats true
He pours through my soul, like silky hot chocolate; I dream of loving smiles and a golden heart. A guardian spirit whose voice I’ve heard only once. You kept me safe as I trembled, looking down that gun barrel and told me things would be fine if I didn’t move. No child should be a bullets victim and you interceded; kept that demon brat’s finger and the trigger. Now I see you in dreams or a fleeting glance in a corner of my eye; you’re always there; the granddad I never had a chance to know, in this life.
Spirits ride the winds;
Soft etheric caress is
A spirit’s embrace.
There are going to be incursions, invasions,
military and terrorist strikes,
we look to the future, yet nobody can see
beyond tomorrow.
Earth and ash confirm
that there is a spiritual fire
in the heart of any battle
at the heart of all life and death,
The world has always been on fire
even without the aid of mankind.
What we see as reality
are those flames shaping all appearance.
If war comes
just know,
that conflagration
is a daisy flower blooming,
Combustion is nourishment,
it is we that burn up those calories.
Feu de joie, lamps and beacons
the small flame of a viper,
see how the grass it passes though
is green with an internal fire?
The bonfire is within and without.
see this, and you will not be
afraid
no matter how hot
a gun barrel gets.
As the moon smiles upside down her face
turning on the box so to speak ill news
All one hears the devil's hate
wars and killings
Then switching of the poison
finding such pure peace
birds of all song singing in the air their magic gracing tunes
Alone listening to the wind speaking sweet whispers enchanting
sitting upon the steps patting the dogs head
watching the breeze licking the reeds swaying in a dance
I get up taking old faithful with me for a walk smiling
touched by the sun shine warmth within
Him with is nose regally flying gliding his each step
dancing on each current of a breeze celestial
such a moment holds spirit of purity
Dazzling to the inner vision smiles
Sitting down legs dangling over a brook bed
listening to the stream alive talking deeply
deep murmurs echo as I lay back
to feel the water pulse moving breathtaking energy
The shades of leaves shading yellow green
to crusting golden
Clouds shades of white pearl
silver coating out to gun barrel grey
crows cawing over head
The mountain breezes breathing in
pure unpolluted breathes out pure
Faraway magic sparks inside distant dreams awaken tears
spells under a smiling moon casting shadows out howls lonely
within deep soft moving feelings lights all candles in four chambers bright
Silver whispers one lone wolf cries princess moonlighting ball faraway dance
flying on wings across many oceans sweet warmly beams kiss beat stop
Crystal reflections breaking thought vision shatter mirror apex
Over snow mountain under a white blanket hidden inside cold turkey trembles
howls deep chilling winds covered in grey cloud capped silver to gun barrel grey
Striking hot air parting with a bolt lightening strikes the deepest cord
Gasping blows out in waves breathless crashing the highest notes holding
the deepest key reality rippling currents sparking drumbeats skip faster sparks
Growling grumbles to the Heaven's roar almighty bang ignite
Fading away into mountain echoes into a town called Sunday cross an honor
Exquisite faraway beauty you stand out one flower among'st roses brightly
dazzle crowning blossoms stargazing lights up the dark Trawbega bay shore
Amazing colors adorable star spangling treasures gift pure to kiss holding hands
shading from the heart's desire misting dream of dreams promise wish
rainbows sweeping within deep mysterious beauty in your eyes awestruck
Melt with me into the shadows of another world floating mystery
Jewels of the Nile drifting deeply over ocean sands warmly embraced
in one treasure holding vision paradise queen swept away beautiful valentine
unrhymed terset
The gentle buzzing sound echoed memories of a fading childhood
When she and her cousin had whispered secrets at the mosque
About undying love and first kisses before being stung by a bee
‘Honey, don’t worry they make nectar and ambrosia is sweet’
She had just begun to wear a veil to protect her from luring eyes
But passion and adventure were stronger than foreclosing fabric
Fatima widened her crimson lips to a smile larger than persimmon
Teased dimples on olive skin into a conspicuous feast of desire
Almond eyes shone like candle light signals in flickering delight
Mustafa was mesmerized and knelt down to show his respect
Then held out his hands and touched the hem of her garment
‘Nothing will keep us apart as long as hummingbirds chirp and
The eagle in my heart pumps around life meaning and peace’
The two children took a piece of metal and made a blood pact
‘Now we are bound in promise for eternity and infinite joy
Maybe our parents will arrange our marriage sealed by a dove’
Now the fizzing in the sky turned into a shadow of fore-bearing
Grew loud and too uncomfortable for their young souls to neglect
‘Let it be a falcon with his talons bringing pride stealth and vigour
His beak will seal our connection with a pick of mellow salvation’
Impermanence beckoned however when the minaret collapsed
Their young lives dissembled into a surreal mirage of illusion
The hawk was a steel groomed assassin and bore a serial number
Doomed she lay in the rubble catching the dome of the masjid
And she was not prostrated in prayer but slain by the drone
Mustafa gathered her dissected remains and vowed retribution
Mopped up her blood with the veil of lost innocence and revenge
Today he drives a Toyota Land Cruiser through the streets of Aleppo
Gun barrel on top next to a black flag with white prophecy inscribed
The seal of misguided religion will not bring Fatima back into live
But he is a victim and dreams that one of the virgins in waiting is her
14th October 2019
Writing Challenge, October, 2019 -Bird-
Sponsor, Dear Heart - Wiishkobi Ode
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"Night Flight"
the sky is
an open eye
blue as the
Orpheus ocean
clear in the
shallows' grit
naivety irritates it
birthing hard gems
it calls in
from beneath
the undertow
a new dawn
Morpheus deep
bipolar colours
unrecognisable
hues and tones
true tides
swiftly turn and
show themselves
for what they are
fair weather
in dark and light
there are monsters
always somewhere
casting their rods
fishing
for ulterior victory
displeased,
viscerally calm
hear their believable
impassioned pleas for peace
bought for the price
of freedom
there is no need
to bargain for bait
the fish swim to the hook
like well rehearsed sheep
the sky like a hawk watching
grey and heavy hooded
removed from it all
ghostly like a ghost
still and unobserved
watching, waiting
for humanity to call
the most feared
and loved,
in us all
it watches
day and night
it watches
us all
acknowledging
our slow fall
watching sad warriors
waiting
like sitting ducks
for the perfect storm
to close the call
to close
its eyelids
once and for all
the sky watches
it watches us all
it dreams of peace
to sleep without
the heart loaded
as a broken weapon
trigger ready, deadly
the calibre
of man,
well oiled
their noise is
desultory
no function
no form
but they are trigger ready
deadly, the calibre of man
well oiled
(LadyLabyrinth / 2022)
"Nite Flights"/Bowie
https://youtu.be/xeGs4yJrZVY
"There's no hold
The moving has come through
The danger brushing you
Turns its face into the heat and runs the tunnels
It's so cold
The dark dug up by dogs"
CLOSE THE SKY/Ukraine
https://www.openpetition.eu/petition/online/people-around-the-world-ask-nato-to-close-the-airspace-over-ukraine
calibre, noun
1.
the quality of someone's character or the level of their ability.
2.
the internal diameter or bore of a gun barrel.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Orpheus
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Morpheus
LYRICS/ "Night Flights", Bowie
https://genius.com/David-bowie-nite-flights-lyrics