Yesterday
I was desperate for your love

Today
You disgust me

some people say
the eyes are the window
to the soul
i have seen windows
with the shades drawn tight
like they’re hiding something inside
i have seen windows
with cracks running both ways
like many stones have been thrown
i have seen windows
deep into haunted houses
like there’s only a ghost of what was
i have seen windows
that belong to ancient homes
like stories untold
i have seen windows
with boxes full of blooms
i have seen windows
that glow gold in the sun
i have seen windows
that belong on a boat
i have seen windows
like stained glass in a church
some people say
that the eyes are the windows to the
Soul

Like water
Once used up
Burned away
Beneath the scorching sun
But rain still comes down
In droplets
Pulled by gravity
Washing away the filth
Raising up and shimmering
Moving all in its path
From the man with the turned up collar
On his yellow slicker jacket running from the onslaught
To the little girl in red galoshes
Splashing and giggling through innocent puddles
To bringing green life
From withered seeds
From the loose brown topsoil
In little rivulets
To mighty oak trees
Cracked and bleeding amber
Swelling over the tops of dams
Quelling burning fire
Creating walls of rich black earth
Sliding loose and ripping into cities
But once again
It is burned up
Beneath the scorching
Sun

As you come closer to me
I feel the sun so closer to me
The heat is calm by the pearls of night
As volcanoes is extinguished by your warmness sight
Everything becomes transient as moon

For my heart follows heaven's mandate
As everything is chaotic in nature
Where is the sun early in the morning
When its shadow cast as deep in my heart
Hurricanes and earthquakes my heart will stand

Love stings in my heart as fire beetles
As I seek for the water that quench my thirst
The sun is up it is time for we go down
For thy sake I have no place to stay in the heaven
Nor on earth for peace and love resides in heart as light

Written by
Martin Ijir

(read forward, then backward, line by line)

I ran.
Not knowing what else to do
There was so much blood on my hands
It was mine
The kitchen knife
Caught in my chest
Guilt
Consumed by
Fear
I was heightened by
Adrenaline
But running on
Wasn’t enough
While trying to stay calm,
Losing control
It was me that would end up
Dead. Because
He was
In front of me
The whole time
It was too late
Trapped
I found myself
Locked in chains
My fate was
Death.