Dear the softhearted:
Sympathy won’t come.
Mourn this day
and drink its poison,
leave the ones disembodied
to haunt and garrotte.
Dear the kindhearted:
Forgiveness won’t come.
Stand thin, bloodless.
Who’s waiting at home for you?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 8:05 PM UTC
I am not just my fathers daughter
Please can we slaughter
This idea that we belong to others
I am not another's
I am not just my mothers daughter
Please can we alter
This idea that we are not whole
I am not a doll you can control
I am not just someone's girlfriend
This view must end
Why do I have to defend this dead-end?
I recommend you look again
My fire has awoken, yet
You lit your cigarette
Has my individuality become a threat?
Please do not forget
I am not just a silhouette
I am someone
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 8:02 PM UTC
30 years from now
our children will ask us why
we let our leaders fight like rabid dogs
I doubt we'll have a sufficient answer
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:53 PM UTC
Death, blood, violence, death
Everyone eventually
will stop drawing breath
And the sleep comes to all
Eternal and quiet
We lay in these halls
Waiting, still waiting
For our descendants to call
For when they most need us
We'll rise from this grave
And march forth to battle
Their young lives to save
We'll make our way out
With our axes and swords
Though long we have slept
Now we march forth to war
To cleave heads from necks
And to shed the foe's blood
This day shall be won
As we knew that it would
The enemy will cower
And flee to his home
He'll hide away there
And no more will he roam
Death, blood, violence, death
Our enemies fallen
They sleep without breath
As we were, now they are
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:51 PM UTC
If the stars were red
And the moon was black
Would we still romanticize the sky?
Would we want to send men past our atmosphere?
Or would we fear what's above,
Believing that demons lived in the space above us?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Turning the pages of the book
Reading between the lines
Full of mental notes jotted down
Dog eared pages in between
Reminder of the favorite passages
Leather bound covers
Held the secrets of the words
Reading them many times over
Yet the mind is insatiable
Reading all over again, cover to cover
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:43 PM UTC
Standing here in this celestial space
A small stage in the cosmic arena
Looking up at the vast canvas above
Wondering, what I may stumble upon
Is there a replica of this planet anywhere?
Or, am I lucky to inhabit this isolated planet?
Where we have only each other to rely on
And the only place which harbors life
And let go of our delusion of supremacy
For, we maybe all alone in this universe
Maybe, we do not understand it yet?
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:42 PM UTC
Maybe
The falter of her step
Will trigger a
Mini tsunami.
But
There still is
The sound of gravel hitting stone
And
Brick upon brick;
Reconstruction
means
Beautiful noise, too.
She'll cause the world to
Stop and stare
Either way.
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 7:41 PM UTC
I have no complaint
prosperity that
the golden Muses
gave me was no
delusion: dead, I
won't be forgotten
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC
And their feet move
rhythmically, as tender
feet of Cretan girls
danced once around an
altar of love, crushing
a circle in the soft
smooth flowering grass
Sep 20, 2014
Sep 20, 2014 at 3:58 PM UTC