Fly away little bird
flee from the blackness that swarms ever closer
it's bible-weight threatening the air in your fragile lungs.
Quicker now little bird, I beg you!
Soar above the hurt that dares
capture your soul
it has no comfort to offer
no warmth to grant
it will break your fragile wings
and steal you away to darkness
where your poet heart will sing no more.
Fly little bird. Please won't you fly...

Dreams in the dusk,
Only dreams closing the day
And with the day's close going back
To the gray things, the dark things,
The far, deep things of dreamland.

Dreams, only dreams in the dusk,
Only the old remembered pictures
Of lost days when the day's loss
Wrote in tears the heart's loss.

Tears and loss and broken dreams
May find your heart at dusk.

Hate not blood course through my veins
I want to laugh in your face, when you feel the pain
My fury is my story not yours to tell
Mine to yell, demonstrate, remonstrate
Wrath, in its purest form, presents with self-destructiveness, violence, and hate that provokes feuds that go on for centuries.
Wrath persists long after the person who did another a grievous wrong is dead. But, wrath is mine to feel, to touch, to taste.
Feelings of anger impatience, revenge, and lividity.
Wrath is allowing my revenge, call it self-destructive, call it
bad behaviour, my sin of wrath is directed internally toward me.
Suicide, deemed as the ultimate, albeit tragic, expression of hatred directed inwardly, a final rejection of God's gifts.
But,you made me angry so it's you I reject.
When cold tempered steel,
meets hot vengeful blood

now
i don't miss you
like
i used to miss you
   -cute crazy-

A muddy path loomed in front of a couple, one tall and another a tiny tot sharing the bond of a father and son. The path whose sides were engulfed with grassy pavements and a series of arches of mimosa trees, evening light of the dusk dancing through the leaves leaving a hazy spluttered pattern on the ground.
There was gleam in the child's bubbly eyes the one that he had got from his mother and he danced around his father trying to express things compressed in his little thought library.
Pa he said
" The world I saw today
lay transfixed, a different world
the world that you wanted me to  
see, the world not only from my eyes
but eyes of others too"

Crow
"Boys sitting together
eating lunch, chit chat
and banter for side dish
Suddenly a black shadow
attacks boys run for shelter
and I stand by a tree
and try to look through
the eyes of crow
I see their nest, I see their babies
I see the concern in their eyes
and fear in the eyes of ones
around me as they are blind
I try to stop them make them see
and now tears engulf me "

Dad bends down ,looking at his son, deep into his eyes with smile
he says
" Fear not my son
the tears you wept are
Tears of innocence
Tears of empathy
and now do tell me
what else did you see"

With those words he relit the flames of excitement in the child and as they began to walk again a random dog walked across the path,
a fast gush of wind made the leaves fall  and the two of them walked on.

Black crows, circling the sky
Beneath dark clouds, alone they fly

Coconut trees, with lush green blades
Swaying leaves, and trunks with plaids

Gravel, marked with tire tracks and stones
Footsteps strange and familiar it owns

Along the road, a light turns on
A swing set, a porch seat, a life is born

And here sits the poet, watching with awe
Looking with her pen, writing what she saw

~Moniba.

Life chased him, he ran.
It tackled him, he fought.
It teased him, he burned.
It punched him, he blocked.
It retreated, he followed it.
Until, he embraced it.
And then, life was okay.