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.
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!
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
I'm strapped for battle, and prepared for war, so societally sacrilegious make a rich man pray to god for no more, but I'm so subliminally catastrophe ridden that I'll take off like a dirty mcdonalds napkin blown from the hands of a man that was shown the true depth of his wager with sin, because I've been looking within and inside the size of my fevered lies that I tell myself at night so I can close my eyes, and stifle out the cries of the boy who staked his soul in the rise of his own demise
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
We allowed the lies of our lives to expire, when we used to dance around fires, while the heat of our bodies perspired to the gods without names that we lived to be desired by, that we saw from the rocks and the trees to the birds in the sky, and even though this once bitter soul might try, to figure out the deepest questions, the ultimate, 'why?' He's left to walk alone, in a world that's let its heart die, because we gave into the greed, and negated a need, from every drop of blood that we bleed, to the words of our fathers we didn't heed, so we can beg while we plead, in the dirt, on our knees, breaking pottery, and scraping bone, the only grievance we've ever known, the gnashing of teeth, from the torture we've shown, to those less than worthy for the fortune we've claimed as our own, this destruction we left on the shoulders of our descendants, their discomfort prevalent from the weight of our pendants, that we parade around as we hear a cascade in sound, that cries from the heavens, 'We're broken, please mend us!'. But we neglected the ones who defend us, the ones who turn every trend against us, because our hearts are shallower, and we give in to the devourer, when we should have found a love, and with selflessness empower her, with our mouths, and hearts shower her, with all the grace and emotion, that could prevent a commotion, if only we could for the sake of our devotion, give up the notion that we are owed something, because we crowned ourselves queen and king, though to the table we've nothing to bring, instead with jubilation our hearts should sing, until the bells in every temple, church, and house of our gods ring.