I wish I could fly
With angel wings
I'd cut through the night sky
As the church bell rings
Soaring high above the pointed rooftops
Where the creatures gather in the concrete jungle
In a daily ritual to shake coins from the trees
Hard to break habits
A meaningless shuffle
from birth to death
Its purpose remains hidden
I can't fly
I have no wings
The trees bear no fruit
Will I ever know?
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 5:26 PM UTC
Shannon sang:
Life is hard,
We have to change
Global pandemics and
Civil uprisings
Nothing will be the same
People in the streets
Voices carry
Did they hear us?
No justice,
No peace
An echo
Rubber bullets
Mace in the face
Independence day
All lives matter,
So they say
Girl in the green shirt
Costume covers
Grieving mothers
Life is hard,
We have to change
Jul 11, 2020
Jul 11, 2020 at 4:44 PM UTC
Can you hear me,
with your hands cupping your ears
I'm speaking to you,
wiping away my tears
Can you see me,
with your hands covering your eyes
I'm giving myself to you,
I have shed my disguise
Are you listening to me,
Can you make out my pleas?
You couldn't see me
You couldn't hear me
Now I'm gone.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:57 PM UTC
Don't believe that the end is good?
The end is wicked beyond belief.
Does the end make you shiver?
Does it?
All that is inevitable is not the end,
The end, by all accounts, is inevitable.
Does the end make you tremor?
Does it?
Pay attention to the end,
The end is near.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:46 PM UTC
The waiting is the hardest part
Day turns into night
Light fades to dark
A child becomes an adult
This is it
Or is it?
The waiting is the hardest part
A second becomes a minute
And then an hour and a day
Ne'er a man was promised eternity
This is the last you will hear from me
Maybe today
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:41 PM UTC
It's a dead-end street,
Time isn't on your side.
Dance to your own beat,
And enjoy the ride.
The light eventually will fade,
Morning will turn to night.
Your end plans are made,
All suffer the inevitable plight.
Fear not, my little lamb,
Face your demise.
Don't give a ****
We all hear your cries.
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 12:37 PM UTC
A dog chases its tail
as the sun sets to the west
A man rakes fallen leaves
as the light fades into darkness
Children jump rope on cobblestone streets
their laughter fills the air
An old woman peers out a window
while memories dance in her head
Days turn into night
night divides the days
The faces change
but the story remains the same
From one day to the next
we all play the game
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:56 AM UTC
Creatures gather in the courtyard at sundown
Armed with stethoscopes and pills
The infirm clad in a costume gown
Laid bare among the land without hills
Guided only by the melodies
Of the beast with the blinking eyes
And piercing tones
Healing begins
Feb 25, 2020
Feb 25, 2020 at 11:53 AM UTC