From the blueness of the sky,
there's truth hidden beneath the skin.
Conscience knows the scene:
if not life, then death holds the truth,
so I choose to stay with the truth.
You raise love only to take life.
You sing love songs to the sun,
reciting lyrics of hate to the stars,
sharing my time with hate and death,
closing my tunnel to shine,
changing the channel when I cry,
giving motivations of failure when I try,
shutting down my dreams as you shout,
Placing stones beneath my bed,
promoting dreams of unpeaceful rest.
You have changed.
You give names of turbulent flow:
Gravity, you're pulling me down.
You used to sing songs of grace to the mercies.
Taking one step at a time was our pace;
living like kings and queens was the price.
Giving reasons,
you've become seasons—
you're falling leaves in the rainy season.
You open the eyes of the blind not to see,
You stir angry waves in the ocean:
fighting for the sea,
lullabies you used to sing—
Not with skepticism ;you were amazing.
But now,
you have changed.
Categories:
unpeaceful, absence, abuse, addiction, anger,
Form: Free verse
Rainy day today
Rainy day Sunday
Sunday on par
Sunday too far
Far better now
Far to go
Go with wind
Go with breeze
Breeze dries clothes
Breeze dries hair
Hair curls softly
Hair curls tight
Tight rope walker
Tight rope act
Act one action
Act one scene
Scene from train
Scene from ship
Ship sail seas
Ship has captain
Captain steers ship
Captain flies plane
Plane glides in
Plane takes off
Off we go
Off to market
Market sales on
Market price war
War is unpeaceful
War is evil
Evil isnt good
Evil is not nice
Nice is sweet
Nice is better
Better is fortunate
Better is precious
Precious is valuable
Precious is priceless
Priceless is art
Priceless is good health
Health is important
Health is imperative
Imperative is urgent
Imperative is pressing
Pressing is ironing
Pressing is necessity
Necessity is Blitz
Necessity is fine
Fine.
Blitz
Categories:
unpeaceful, children, games,
Form: Blitz
Even the sparrow has a place to lay it's head,
So why should I lay worries on my breath?
All the world's colors laid with such ingeniousness
so why should I live in gray grievousness?
Oh God! you even crafted nature's music in brilliance!
Then how can I be overcome by my monotonous silence?
( It was my silence, a strangling silence,
Unpeaceful, condemning, rooted in me with defiance.)
-Storms visit all forests.
But trees are anchored with firmness.
So when anxiety hits me hardest,
trees teach me calmness.
Even how the tides dance over the oceans, and how they crash and thunder!
So small I feel, and insignificant,
that pride cannot be a blunder.
To the short-tempered man,
I'd advice,
look to nature and her device.
To the jealous
I must teach,
How all creation will live in joy and peace.
And those who hate must consider
that Life always tramples the bitter
Hence what I know is this:
Man is witty, and crafts many things
but has forgotten to think about all his blessings.
Categories:
unpeaceful, 12th grade, animal, career,
Form: Free verse
How can it be he is no longer here?
How can it be I do not hear that voice
His presence haunts me from his battered chair
Though I have money and no needs to bare
I feel the grief, the affect of his choice.
How can it be that he has vanished here?
What is the world when loss turns to despair.
When every sheet by weeping is made moist?
His presence haunts from his beloved chair
Now we learn the symbol of the hare
Unpeaceful, hunted, jugged or humdrum roast
How can it be when love should counter fear?
Into the real, we stand and longtime stare
We’re begging, blaming, badgered, shamed and gassed
Some presence feints with ours in death’s own lairs
Now the world of man has long surpassed
The time we could blame God for what we ‘ve missed
How can it be that He is never here?
His absence haunts: symbolic, suffered, real.
Categories:
unpeaceful, death, god, grief,
Form: Villanelle
How can it be he is no longer here?
How can it be I do not hear that voice
His presence haunts me from his battered chair
Though I have money and no needs to bare
I feel the grief, the affect of his choice.
How can it be that he has vanished here?
What is the world when loss turns to despair.
When every sheet by weeping is made moist?
His presence haunts from his beloved chair
Now we learn the symbol of the hare
Unpeaceful, hunted, jugged or humdrum roast
How can it be when love should counter fear?
Into the real, we stand and longtime stare
We’re begging, blaming, badgered, shamed and gassed
Some presence feints with ours in death’s own lairs
Now the world of man has long surpassed
The time we could blame God for what we ‘ve missed
How can it be that He is never here?
His absence haunts: symbolic, suffered, real.
Categories:
unpeaceful, africa, angst, death, grief,
Form: Villanelle
Just Imagining the tyrant sand
that covers my toes as i step within.
Shielding my feet from the beaming sunlight
that reminds me nothing of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
My long flowing hair whispering in the wind
wondering when i might get away for good.
Seeking admiration, affection, and warmth.
watching in the distance a family,
enchanted,blissful, and playful.
Still reminding be nothing of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
The waves sprawling on the shore,
causing excitement and confusion.
Wishing that someday i
can feel so much happiness
that all my pain can be washed away,
this is reminding me of my home life,
Unpeaceful and unquestionable.
Categories:
unpeaceful, imagination, life, sad, home,
Form: I do not know?