I only hear your children weep,
I only have their dreams.
I do not pray my soul to keep,
For mine has split its seams.
I only see what your eyes see,
Your blood upon my hilt,
For though you were my enemy,
Your death brings me great guilt.
I laugh with rapture, unawake,
An eerie sort of sign.
The lives in war I had to take
Seem well a price for mine,
And yet I’ll never pay that cost,
But try to live for right.
If future wars are won or lost,
Find me not in that fight.
I swore to never kill again,
A sacred vow was made
Inside my soul, and not for men,
And for that magic paid.
But killed by greed, my vow undone,
T’was for a death I prayed!
But for my prayer, the other one –
Kismet – to rest was laid.
Haunted by those ended lives,
I’ve tried to do some good.
I’m still the same, I still survive,
And with a soldier’s blood.
But I don’t pray my soul to keep,
For I still see their dreams.
I only hear your children weep,
And always will, it seems.
Categories:
unawake, death, grief, military, war,
Form: Rhyme
I’ve never longed for something more in life
My eyes are seas and my hands grab greed
My desire to be alive
Pulled like a weed
And my fingers soon unclasp
To reveal nothing but air
My glee slipped from my hands
And there it lay bare
Exposed to the storms
And journey it shall make
As it slowly conforms
And remains unawake
I’ve waited so long the trees die again
And my nose cold but rosy
As I think of back then
When cuddles with happiness were cozy
But now I must face
The thing that’s unbearable
My joy weeps now with grace
As she is untouchable
Categories:
unawake, 12th grade, how i
Form: Rhyme
When the shadow of the Earth echoes across the night sky,
Listen to the wind while it wipes its hum dry.
An owl yells to the crescent of the peek-a-boo moon,
In a tree by a creek where a frog croaks his tune.
"'Tis cold!" whines my pocket-covered numbing white fingers,
While I suck from the swirling smoke of a cigarette's cinders.
Each star above my head pushes through the thick murk,
Of the light-polluted air where a smog hovers and lurks.
I smirk as it lilts above the ground and its decaying brown canvas,
Painted twisted twine of dying flowers' cords look like strophanthus.
The poison alkali on an arrow of this African shrub,
Does the same to the heart as the winter's frigid rub.
As the tilt of the globe robs me of the warmth of light,
My heart in this latitude burns for the strands of sight.
For night, like the winter, is the setting of the sun,
The setting of the star on which our bodies run.
Until the night of winter has returned what it takes,
I, like the leaves, live still without a will and unawake.
Categories:
unawake, depression, winter,
Form: Couplet
White
In innocence
Pale silken skin
Upon the pillowcase
Through
White
Shutters
Halo of moonlight
White
Incandescent
In
Dreams
White pegasus
Lifts her up
In iridescent
Sleep speeds
White
Within
Luminous clouds
White thunder
Cracks through
The black of night
Yet without stir,
White gold
Her fingertips,
White canvas the
Soul
Unawake she
Paints diamond dust
Within
White
Dazzles me
Within
White purity,
White star
White windowpane
Darker me,
In
White worry
Be
She is
White innocence,
Wrought within me.
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Categories:
unawake, courage, daughter, devotion, loneliness,
Form: Free verse
Cast into a blanket of darkness
and removed from our infinite existence,
we are born unawake!
Our challenge for enlightenment has now begun!
A fragility that is magnified by this shaking earth!
The opposing nature of love.
We have come to know as fear.
A task once more to fill our empty hearts.
Unfamiliar, we start to question that
which we have never questioned before.
The tree that we saw once sheltered us.
We wonder now, will it fall on us?
The structure that use to keep us from the storm.
We wonder now, will it be our tomb?
We fight to remember we are safe.
We are here, we are now, and we are alive.
We kiss this moment of darkness
to appreciate more the light.
We love once more!
This land, this life and this moment,
for our very small time to rent.
Categories:
unawake, spiritual,
Form: I do not know?
The sun rose shining bright,
The birds chirp in the morning light.
Her eyes wide open, but she lay unawake.
The bloody knife lay beside her lifeless body.
She couldn't take the pain, she didn't understand.
Her brother's sudden death, her mother suddenly
left.
The boy at school who made fun of her, the teacher who
said try and catch up.
She couldn't take the pain, she didn't understand.
This poor helpless soul felt no one cared,
no one dared. How could have she known?
She could have lived,
If she had spoken one little word.
Categories:
unawake, death
Form: I do not know?
Where is she that visits me in the unawake of night?
Whispers inaudible her secret self denied desire
With petaled touch peels my lids slight to the drawing dawn light
Wakening within my loins a lightning feverish fire.
During dreams whilst in day I imagine her cute coy smile
Dancing on a light summer breeze through juggling dry leaves
Delight at this seldom fortune to wait and wonder awhile
Decoys of desires, an inescapable web she weaves.
Categories:
unawake, love
Form: Couplet
I
did not
expect this
washed grey, unawake,
emptied nothing, slanted
meandering thru ageless days
that melt slowly at the seams of
every tomorrow spent waiting for
something, the something that won’t come unless
sought, the something that won’t pay unless bought, it
is time, past time, to reach, move, crane, turn, journey, cross
to that something, to grasp it firmly by its tail, which is slippery
but can be had, to haul it into and be hauled into every wide awake
non-dreaming, undying moment of days that are only, only tomorrows
never yesterdays, it is a moment beyond the moment when you’ve
blinked unbelievingly, then missed the magic perfection that you
know happened just as you blinked, and no amount of
screaming or cursing will bring it back, and, oh,
if only you hadn’t blinked or opened
your eyes again, because you
did not expect this
washed grey,
unawake,
emptied
nothing
Categories:
unawake, angst, confusion, introspection, life,
Form: Free verse
Lying in the oddest of places
A pile of clothes on tattered blankets
He finds solitude and peace -
On the boldly coloured fleece.
A twitched expression, almost fear
In dreams about what kitty’s ponder
He looks frightened, unawake -
on his laundry pile he quakes.
Bravery and stealth he owns
Yet not a bit of that does show
He quivers in a hiding place -
With terror on his furry face
What makes you shiver like the cold
Curled up among the folded sheets
I stopped the wash to hold that kitten -
Now so calm on fresh clean linens.
You’ll never return to where I found you
You’ll stay here warm atop my quilts
Still here where the towels are hung -
You’re not abandoned little one.
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[Now, in memory of my sweet kitten, Lazerus, who we lost on Friday February 24 2012 at 10:15am, he was very sick. I love you and miss you, Lalee. Please know you were not abandoned. I am always here and you can come back home to us any time you want. You're bowl is waiting.]
Categories:
unawake, caregiving, love, nostalgia, pets,
Form: Free verse