When the light in her eyes would shine with fire

The Earth and the rain and the wind stilled quite

It was a sight that you never wanted to bare

And yet you see her see her everywhere

Her hands are the sun and her lips are the night

Carving flowers in the ground, telling stories out of sight

It is a dangerous day, it's a dangerous life

She is married to Space, to a husband as a wife

An elemental destruction, a chaotic price, to pay

For freedom, dismay

Come find her you shall see

A mirror of infancy?

bright burgeoning
blossoms sprout
beautifully into
flummoxed
flowers
with maws
ushering manic
avarice greedily

flummoxed
flowers feast on
fields feverishly
voracious
verdant
vines
that travel
vehemently

soaring sun of
speaking seeds
singing songs of
springtime sempiternal
softly, sharply, savagely . . .

White, black, green, and red,
Waving a flag.
Let the world know
There is a right to be alive—
The people of Palestine have,
In their own olive land.

a cat killed by curiosity doesn't die in the
shame of those who warned him about
the dangers of venturing into
his lifelong dreams

he dies in recognition to
his dreams that pierce
the soft gray clouds
and rise - rise high
into the night stars
far-away and
yonder.

Calm of youth; adolescence yet to bear its fruits from within
Hitherto a descending world, before clear lungs of only air
Tales of a beast who induces slow ignorance into the minds of many circulate to he, of whom the journey will be, and the mistakes that come along.
The clear rosy membrane felt but not seen, lungs clean of filth.

Pride of growth, to when the brave warrior stood tall and mighty at his ripe advent of thirteen
Sword in his hand, braced the lair of the beast – of many things within him, porcelain lungs untouched
The vessel of breath - of he who dreams of a golden life upheld with fantasy - yet to waste
And after it all, he who’d take his last clear breath.

The worst risk taken; the quiet storm within his body aggravated
Curiosity takes the form as a metallic thing, like him a body unravelled
To the pressure of peers and the societal trend, he finally recollected the words of the beast:
“I bring only harm to the one who dares my presence, I do no good.
Breathe in my breath, I tell you. And allow my venom to silently take over.
All quarrels pulmonary may spiral up, the flesh pink balloon gone.”
Ignorance takes the form of the latter who ignored the beast's words, and thus curio turned to addiction.

The atropos of his own body lay on the bed of his imminent death.
The name of the beast was concealed, but the high and wise simply addressed it as a cigarette.
Classified a small beam of grey, enclosed within a poison baneful in every essence.
The lungs he cherished so deeply fragmented, shattered, dead.
Phlegm coughed out dust, an aching pain in his larynx
Bile accumulates and pleads to be released
The body once pure now susceptible to the most microscopic curses
Health in jeopardy, and all feels like a life sentence    
Akin to that of an elder, his lungs crumpled. And like the debris of igneous rock, the color of ashen nature
Health to be gone, health in peril
As to him, oxygen was an unobtainable dream held on a golden pedestal.
And like the millions of others that came before him, he became a victim of the beast’s ways.