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We come from realms beyond your sight,
A council bound by cosmic law,
To warn you now of endless night,
Should mankind fail to mend its flaw.
The stars have watched your rise and fall,
Your greed that turns to molten pain,
You spill the blood of one and all,
And mock the world with your disdain.
Each tree you fell, each sea you choke,
Each creature culled by thoughtless hand,
Each sacred bond of trust you broke,
Has written doom upon your land.
We speak as one, five voices clear,
Ancient stewards of the stars,
Our judgment holds no hate or fear,
But justice born of countless scars.
You mine the Earth until she weeps,
You scorch the skies with flames of war,
You harvest souls like herded sheep,
Yet hunger evermore for more.
Your towers rise, your empires sprawl,
Yet nothing lives where shadows tread.
You claim the heavens, stake it all,
And leave your mother planet dead.
Do you not see the seeds you sow?
The fractured hearts, the poisoned streams?
A path of ruin lies below,
And silenced are the dreamers' dreams.
Know this, O Earth, the time draws near,
Your actions write a final page.
A fate of ash, of pain, of fear,
Shall greet the end of humankind's age.
But mercy lingers, faint but true,
If you would cast aside your sin.
The choice remains with all of you:
To rise anew or fall within.
Destroy the greed that blinds your hearts,
Embrace the life that yet remains,
Undo the wrongs, make humble starts,
And cleanse your soil of blood-stained chains.
We are the Council, Five and wise,
Guardians of the cosmic tide.
Heed our words, or meet demise,
For time is not on mankind’s side.
Choose now, before the dawn has fled,
Before your world is claimed and torn.
For if you do not wake the dead,
The stars will mourn what Earth has borne.
Moonchild
I held him dying in my arms
As he whispered hoarsely
‘Don’t let them forget;
Remember me
And show them how wrong
That right can be.’
In a second he was gone
His place removed
From the table.
No one would ever know
His talents or how far
His influence could have gone.
Perhaps as a physician
He would have healed thousands.
As an agrarian wizard
He might have spared Biafra
Those swollen stomachs.
He could have found the True God,
But like billions before him
He was sacrificed
By the manipulators of destiny:
The Apache chiefs on the hill,
Braves dying.
Generals in the command post,
Platoons slaughtered.
The Judas goat
And always the 300 Spartans,
The Light Brigade and Pickett’s Charge.
The shield, to be protector,
Or the death slab,
And more await
Packed in the pens of town and city
Like so much cattle
Awaiting the word of the manipulator
Clothed in the worn-out
Hole-ridden mantle of freedom
And another handshake
And another tear-stained kiss
And another ‘We’re proud of you boy.’
And another ‘You’re doing a fine job.
And another medal.
And another flag
And another and another and another ...
I’m not afraid to live with you by my side
I’m not going to die unless happiness within won’t subside
Besides me inside…
Left with broken pride…
I’m brave, I’ll save you from your pain
I’m sane, I’ll brave a billion lightyears of shame
I’m a cave amongst the sea of who I became —
Am I now insane? Am I going insane?
Besides being bewildered,
I have been quite tired of all this drama and blame
Besides being absurd,
I heard you screaming out, screaming out my name
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid
Of you, of you, of you
Throwing shade
At something shiny and new
You went through my history of my past for years
You bent me over and cast away my relieving core
You tainted me with your awfully grief-stricken tears
You vent like you don’t care about me, no, not anymore
I’m brave, I’ll save you from your pain
I’m sane, I’ll brave a billion lightyears of shame
I’m a cave amongst the sea of who I became —
Am I now insane? Am I going insane?
Besides being bewildered,
I have been quite tired of all this drama and blame
Besides being absurd,
I heard you screaming out, screaming out my name
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid…
I’m not afraid
Of you, of you, of you
Throwing shade
At something shiny and new
Shards of me has ruined me in vain
Mirror my pain…mirror my sheer pain
Free me, heal me, save me to remain sane
You’re stained me with your radiant rain…
My soul is full of HIS grace
but to whom shall hear my heart?
His words filled my heart
But to whom shall I tell?
I have read
I have felt HIS presence
But not one of HIS flock bend their ear as to hear HIS daughter share of her joy…
Heavenly Father
you taught you son to speak of your heart
He sat
He listened
He seen THEIR love in their tear stained eyes
All you ever asked your disciples was to be Kind..
My heart
My soul is KIND
My idle hands sit unable to reach
those who are unable to see.
My past I am burying
My future is in your hands GOD
but……… my disciple has turned a blind eye.
Where does that leave me Jesus?
In a empty church, on a empty pew…
As I kneel down to offer my sacrifice
To whom shall I tell.. my cries are unheard, unseen..
“The Lord is my Shepard I shall not want”
but for repentance Jesus come place my shoulder your healing hands, fir you are my audience..
Thickened and scarred, my mask bears the burden of time,
Torn, stained, this tough shell silently unravels,
And yet, somehow, it continues to keep me alive, to protect me from the world,
It was never a shining armor, just my mask,
Trying to compensate for all that I could not be.
Sensitivity and tenderness were sacrificed on the altar of necessity,
To become my shield against the sharp and merciless wind,
My mask has burned, boiled, swelled under the relentless sun,
I treated it harshly, underestimating its silent and constant value,
Wearing it reluctantly through this sad, often unforgiving life.
I made it suffer more than it should have, under my weight,
Never acknowledging its silent and priceless sacrifice,
It, my mask, was there when I was not,
Remaining behind me, a testament to all the battles fought,
A story written in scars and burns, in its trenches of pain and silence.
Will I ever learn to truly value it, to appreciate
This mask that has borne my burdens with dignity,
To understand that it is not just a covering, but part of who I am,
A testament to my resilience, a map of survival,
That continues to defend me, despite all my mistakes?
When life becomes confusing,
my only saviour is my
simple musing.
Susurration of sighs,
reflect sands of time,
like an unbalanced hourglass.
As words lose
innocent connotations
i drift into my
silent reverie.
Wild fires no longer rage,
rain perishes like a drought
who knows what winds may come and go.
Motionless mind agrees to a ceasefire,
with my apprehensive heart.
Cumulonimbus clouds clear,
sky is like a fresh page.
Simple sun shines - scintillating,
illuminating an enchanting rainbow.
Horizons reflect like stained glass windows
Path clears before me,
as I bask in the brisk breeze.
Refreshing wise winds soothe.
as zephyrs heal tender wounds.
I see smoky mountains up ahead,
but I believe I can conquer them
as pain is no longer my companion.
Simple Musing
Silent One
27 February 2019
Laughing, lasting violet truth
Conspires to rest in tender youth.
Embracing the silence, delighted
Feelings trembling, so excited.
Wherever she goes, her heart knows,
Joy fills the night as the wind blows.
Stilling the skies with softest starlight,
Gentling the words that poets write!
Quiet thoughts, soft words who smile,
Rest on the feelings meant to beguile.
Singing of a destiny filled with joy,
From a heart, a soul, who’ll not destroy.
Quivering and quaking, her heart soft,
Reflecting on the music – a tender waft.
Glistening into the night, eternal moon,
Resting with stars God’s hand has strewn!
Restoring peace with His soothing grace,
Knowing a love that time won’t erase.
Budding hope from the seeds, always growing,
Abundant love in the heart, softly glowing.
Wintery blessings fall over my dreams,
As inklings of light rush over rolling streams.
Never a snowflake more thrilling than now,
When wherever I look, I see an ashen bough.
Pulsating like the bird’s breath, I arise,
Lauded by the night – stirred by the skies.
Even in the darkness, there is a beauty,
Potent pleasure beyond what’s her duty.
Stilling the kisses of an evening’s mercy,
Blowing soft against the star’s controversy.
Wonders in hues of cobalt shadows,
Pouring over spirits – for bardes to compose.
Wherever I go, I know I’ll meet with gladness,
Because there is no doubt, He’s taken all my sadness –
Left me with a heart so full, I’ll surely always comply,
Knowing that, because He lives, I shall never die!
Thankful to the One who lived and died on a cross,
Without His saving grace, we’d know the darkest loss.
Thankful for a love that gives me a way beyond this dark,
Into eternity, where His love is heaven’s hallmark!
I walk through the glade
colour enlightens me-
in my mind's eye
abstractions rainbow
my persoective
The soft yellow streaked the terra cotta,shadowing the speckled sallow saffron
a bluish buff upon the cochineal;brilliant boneblack grizzled the engrain
citrine carnation as the fallow flaxen,rustic rubrical rainbow-tinted
the magenta mandarine;unseen the ultra-marine, tinged burnt sienna,
reflecting a golden flame of raw umbery upon the earth green;bright mosaic gold
mottled the sallow sorrel virent yellow,oak stained the pale apricot;while
blood red,reddish russetdotted the olive lind;freckled crimson,a chestnut maroon,
on fuchsias faded apple green as burnt rumber sank deep into its sanguine slumber.
Autumn drives down rocky roads
I pass by small remains.
A moment so brief, it fades and grays;
for it, the moment stayed.
Curious the spirit once was
its beauty now butchered and stained.
Reminders of life lived together
I relive those times as they decay.
When you're driving it feels like forever;
Trees and sky seem the same.
But there are seconds in the morning,
and minutes where I see
a time spent with you and me
pictures left outside their frame.
I can't bear the sight, nor the pain that it felt
as the spark faded
the moment slipped
light escapes from the eyes
sun sets.
Furs not fresh make matted pelts.
No longer does the beat echo down the hall.
I cannot hear you breathe
the lonely drives without your touch
remind me of how fast it sleeps
scraped away the bones are
exalted after our stay.
The only one I've ever known
my eyes see through it all
I have never felt so strong
about a critter on my road.
It's hard to forget, it's hard to recall
my leave is always reminded by the color of fall
I say to myself to make it home safe
slow down when it rains
it is easy to lose control.
I can't hear your voice over the radio
but I will soon enough
every word is a melody
music for the soul.
Though surrounded with love I am alone,
since that tragic day in my childhood life;
I watched my sister die with a last moan,
the horror stabbed my heart with a sharp knife.
I went silent from that day, I withdrew,
soon, I spoke but was shattered in my mind;
often I feel put together with glue.
in time my sadness and my words entwined.
And a poet was born out of great grief,
like a boat forgotten and weather-stained;
I have floated far and wide like a leaf,
ruined- with a beauty hard to explain.
Heard a poet must suffer to write well;
so no wonder to this fate- I have fell.
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May 12, 2019
Poetry/Sonnet/Life Spent Alone
Copyright Protected, ID 19-1143-765-02
All Rights Reserved. Written under Pseudonym.
Written for the contest, Choices Poetry,
Inspiration Picture #2- Life Spent Alone
sponsor, Sara Kendrick
First Place