(inspired by Malia’s poem ‘crack the code’)

the unspoken poems
are the loudest
the ones you don’t utter
the times you don’t bother
symphonies of silence
votes of no confidence
trust marbled with rust
what's become of us?

As I watch the wind
leave,  during Fall
one after another
they would gather
their life now over
only left to lay and decay

Old tree now naked in the Sun!
Much lighter now,
it raises it's limbs up to the heavens
praying
Soon the winds will send Winter
and then it too can rest.

Weapons create war.
War brings destruction.
Peace is born from understanding and love.

DNA defines
our unique identity.
Life's X and Y game!

exhausted, I bend to kiss
the burning dark,
I find your lips
blinded by this cold eclipse.