Pale moon kept
the thicket of clouds,
twisted and turned
by renegade winds
may be after
or victory perhaps
on the side,
one could only guess
There were booming
of guns, explosions
sounds of vehicles
rushing to all sides
Pain was the language
cried out aloud,
At all times
smell of death would spread
like a trail of smoke
from an extinguished wick.
It thickened the darkness
by desperately crying out for light.
"Are we winning or losing?"
a voice in the darkness
in agony whined,
not knowing which way
or when all would
that question has
already rendered meaningless
by the reign of dark forces.
Was there a whistle
a whisper spread
all around like a mantra
Then came a long silence
nobody seemed to answer
or know what to tell.
Over the logs and dirt of a camp ground, you still shine. A blazing, bright fire.
Fire is also an element of destruction, of rage, but also of love. The burning red love you have for someone.
But my favourite type of fire is blue fire. Looking like the polar opposite of burning red hot, blue fire is hotter than red.
And to think that a full rainbow can come out of the flames of chaos.
How beautiful is the colour of destruction...
She was a hurricane,
A tornado .
We didn't mix that well,
We loved each other though .
She was drizzle,
And I was rain .
Until she took on all the pain .
I spun around fiery and mad,
She blew and crashed and we stayed like that .
To tell you the truth,
She came alive under the summer sun,
And I thrived under the moon .
In all this destruction and devestation,
She always calmed down enough to hold me .
Sometimes my tornado fell to rain,
As her drizzle melted from her hurricane .
And as the moon and sun rested in the sky,
We built a life .
Me and her,
Her and I .
So much pain,
Everywhere I look .
Destruction in the form of rain,
Something evil out of a child's book .
It seems so harmless,
Until you're staring it in the eye .
"I get it,"
So you'll continue to lie ?
There's a flood of worry on every face I see,
There's something awful here,
But what could it be ?
There's an earthquake below us when you touch my skin,
I look out the window as you pull me in .
A car hugs a building tight,
As you pull me out of its line of sight .
The feeling of sorrow is thick in the air,
Every time I breathe in it sticks to my lungs .
That's not fair !
They're screaming outside while we're inside having fun .
But what can we do ?
The world went to hell the first day I touched you .
My hearts riddled with bullet holes of hatred
And rips and shards of the bitter glass of lies
The savage destruction of hope
A dilapidated state of daydream
An absent mind lost in another time
In another life
I wish I could close my eyes and never feel this pain again
Never deal with the gaping wound in my chest
Time can't heal this empty feeling of loneliness
My mommy went away
When I was seven years of age
She was but twenty three
She had no chance to truly be
The hate and greed inside a man
Took her from this mortal land
He took her life for seven dollars
He took from me my dear mother
The years went by, I grew older
Her case became colder and colder
Hope for justice was almost gone
When came the news, like a storm
They caught the bastard in 2012
Now he sits inside a cell
43 years since she died
43 years and I still cry
She is a mom like no other
She has a son that loves his mother
In memory of Mary Elaine