I sit here and debate.
Long for something profound,
followed by awe and astound.
I sit here and contemplate.
Long for black on white,
and revelations every night.
I sit here and hesitate.
Long to astound,
write something profound.
Settling to doze.
Catnap called for.
Hand in hand.
They'd strolled through time.
Short in eternity.
Through darkness into light.
Bright green forest.
Streaming sunlight ,
Scent of the forest carried through the atmosphere.
It was so very warm.
In a blanket of compassion.
Felt like they were twelve again.
With childlike vigour.
From the forest floor the scenery changed.
They could smell the sea.
With renewed crystal clear senses.
They could hear the oceans roar.
Collected seashells while they walked.
Justified dancing on the shore.
To be young again.
Skimming stones of memory across the rolling tide.
Vivified in minds eye.
A pebble for their children.
One, two, three.
Wandered into waters edge.
Last drifting breaths to the edge.
Door clicked open.
There they lay.
The happy couple in eternal slumber.
Pill bottle placed neatly by the bed.
For heaven's sake both were dead!
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The spark of inspiration which drives forth the will
And the spirit of all those grateful enough to be touched
It is the symbol of great pulchritude in lasting words
It is the effigy of overwhelming power’s grasp over one’s mind
A single pause can have more meaning than any sound could attempt to demonstrate
And through silence, an understanding is made
It is complexity within simplicity; it is a message where there is none
Let it be treasured wherever it may be found
And last eternally as a memory so… profound.
The study of guessing
a stab in the dark
maiden voyage embark
Truth is often too stark
and seldom impressing
the truth's a remark
that lies are undressing
order in chaos
joy within sadness
laughter in crying
life found in dying
Death was on his doorstep-
Calling his name
Pulling him in to the darkest
parts of his brain.
Love called his name,
but death shouted louder
Love replied "death, don't bother"
Death slowly crept through little
cracks between his windowpanes
Love cried out "Leave this place!"
Terrified, he didn't know what to do-
So he welcomed Love and Death in.
They slowly devoured him..
© 2014 Christina Jackson
the shuffling men huddle
in the lighted room
eyes glue to shoes
the miles a man treads
are the measure of his soul
and these worn feet are
men to move mountains
with bare hands
tinge the conversation
with the propaganda of innocence
priesthood of crafted reality
puts good and true men prostrate to the
graven images of a better world
when all that is accomplished is the slow decay
rotting fruit of our collective wishes
our collective hopes
a man on fire
his hand to the road
that i must travel
like a cool drop of rain in the blast furnace heat
like a woman's smile after years of being alone
like the taste of real hope
after the road has come here
this strange strange place
at the end of the world
one hundred and ten men
in this dark hall
waiting for the storm to let
waiting for the sun
waiting for a better world
one man waits
in the rain
surreal in his mind the day has evaporated
and as the shadows of night crawl into his eye
he dreams aloud that she has come home to him
that things never went astray
that we could be our happy little family again