the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell; the waves roused the waves, and fell the waves; it rose the waves and fell the waves that rose yet the waves did fell; the waves rose the waves fell and their waves rose to the waves that fell; the waves rose and rose, but then other waves fell; the waves rose the waves that fell the waves which rose; the waves felt the waves rose; the waves fell as the waves rose; the waves fell against the waves that rose; the waves fell and the waves rose; the waves fell and the waves rose but the waves that fell felt the next waves that rose; the waves fell to its knees; the waves rose in droves; the waves fell and wept; the waves rose to help; the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose; on and on the waves fell with the waves that rose; watch the waves that fell when the waves rose; the waves fell in wells, sipping from the waves which rose; the waves fell the waves rose on and on the waves fell for the waves that rose; the waves fell in the deep; the waves rose and lifted its kin in heaps; the waves fell with the waves who rose; the waves fell hard for the waves that rose; the waves fell to the waves who rose and rose the waves that fell to those waves that had rose; the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell and fell for the waves to rose; the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell in shock to see the waves rose their waves which fell; the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose and rose; the waves fell and the waves rose; the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose the waves in their fell; the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell; weeping, the waves rose, for the waves who fell; the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell; time trickled to and by as the waves rose and the waves fell; the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose the waves fell; hurt and weak, the waves rose from the waves that fell; the waves rose the waves fell the waves rose but their waves fell

on and on and on
                  we see, they
  rose
and      fell

swish, goes the scraps into the trees
long and gone,
up to your knees

wrists twist, teeth clacks
snapping in dissonant
feelings of deepened anxiety

ropes of gum collect, spillage
springs from the lever, hurtling, slicing through the darkened sky
a second ticking post - (tiny fist smacking the dusty rusty button)

creaks of its broken joints drift in the air
"beep"
sings its sputtering e-battery, weakly
slowly, staggering
into the sleeping gathering arms of a mother
her broken form splayed crookedly within
the web of glistening pink

from up above, on the oak tree

twitching its delicate nose
from down below, swatting at a frozen leaf

Young palm fronds peer over the fairy-glass waves of the turtle tarn


Parallel golden strips lowers themselves into the mirror pond


Not a ripple in sight- a mask-draped chelonia sleeps inside

he was a tsundere fool
captivated, but too late-

rivers billow into sheets of glass
clattering among ferns of feral green,
the wind hushes, wispy ribbons of sodden grey and dusty tuff
dusting its upper lip

swirling fogs close off the bitter cave
threatening unjust peril in its tantrums of gloom

Despair marks the dripping icicles adorning the jagged
mouth
gasping for clarity in the midst of sticky residue
brittle carcasses and musty debris birthed in multitudes

rivers, don't fall for their plastic traps
bars and traps of fatalism awaits us

I, the observer
I
watch. you, gripping at safety in
schools of fish, shifting
with the currents
you dart back and forth
back and
forth
I watch, in still motion

Late in time, in the smudged
glass, I see
rain dripping all over me

rough white parchment
torn up by fine black ink
an octopus curls its legs around the deckled edges
intertwined.

instruments of education
Too low pay
They are the backdrop of the world
They propel leaders, CEOs, valuable doctors, engineers and scientists
with ground-breaking works
They teach
They guide
They love
They are kind
Their teachings are the ones
that help us survive.
We grow
We heal
We are illiterate and blind
to the ways of the world.
But,
we can learn
we can read
we can climb
fight, to transform the world

nothing to fear
not when the Lord is by your side
so take courage and put on that armor

webbed row-by-row,
hanging from pinpoints under the sky

buildings of inky grey and black, swirls
melting across their borders

a shadow of what-if events drained away

breathless, collapse on your back
muted, lolls your head,
hear the monitor
beep...
      beep...
   beep...

kicking and cursing
from behind the glasses hung over your heavy lidded eyes

Let worship and praise of Him rebound
across the great marble halls of snow!

I was livid
You were my heaven

A haven of dark boroughs and misty dreams

Should have known
Should have known
Not to trust the
Blood-ranged words of a mortal

Should have known, much
Before
— With time to spare —
my heart froze
Lodged into iron ware

the vine spirals
Bound and wound about the temple’s rod
It’s dribbling a
sickly teal stream
Gurgling with spite and
mirth

Cocooned in
mystery,
Darts of birds fell on
me

Whispering one name over
And over
solidifying into a chant
Booming to the farthest barn
and swirling around
The closest farm

Children sent reeling, keeling
Onto the ***** dank floor

I can hear it now.

“The Raven King”

like a splatter of glitter and paint strewn haphazardley across a blank, white canvas
shines
a galaxy of stars

light woved in and out between the clear glassy ocean
Fish
dipped in and out, speaking in floaty, warbly bubbles
a tiny clownfish darted behind the waving arms of a anemone
as a baby porpoise struggled against a blanket of cheap plastic

Is a resounding unifier
Even babies feel it
when they lose their pacifier

stars sprinkled across
With Hope winking through the veil

school me where oceans riff on currents
                               hum H a l l e l u j a h     over strums of harmonies
bus me[ into the Holy Word
                        the Living Word
beckon me

               I'm lost

guide me

                I'm sick, and tired

call me
                 I'm dead against these storms whiplashing the breath out of me

                 to God:
                  
                    I was lost
but now, You have found me
and founded me, an eternal place of love

I have a home, a home! A peaceful home that brims over
with celebrations and praises

A loving home that is glorifies the Lord and lacks in hate, in sin

                     my home, our home



                                 Heaven!

Underneath that coat of color
is that same blank canvas

flicker in the party's fairy lights
padded feet fumble on the wooden porch planks
stars shine in the leave-shaped ruddy strokes
A rose-leaf complexion peers over
the sugar dusted tree tops

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy *****

creaking left to right from a rope of ****** handkerchiefs

streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle

as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber

–

reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage

It dangled further down,

frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through its narrowing bloated tunnels

yet seemingly lifeless  

–

The boy retched, twisting in the air

skinny limbs flailing,

straining

swollen black veins

–

I awoke

He slumbered obliviously by my side

a opaque pool of drool collected on the crisp, white sheets

–

It was all for naught, a warning-infused dream

from your happiness
flung it to the heavens
to remind you
when the cold moon shines

Like flower petals, only sharper
slowly, bitingly gather in my broken, open hands
I catch the shards
of dreams, hope, love, a future-
a family.
Piece it together, you'll see
my suffering.
But in the same time,
my flowers will bloom
They will become stronger
They will become fighters
They will proudly hold up the torch of hope
Until the shards become one

I looked up
my vision rimmed with tall, graceful green trees

I spun
wearing a dress of stars

the blackness only
reminded me
how bright
the stars were

in their eyes
Were muffled by their light laughter
on fragile butterfly wings

she slithered into the shadows
nocked an arrow, let out a silent breath
flicked the bullet from the nozzle
she flirts with death

globs of glass
twist and swivel in the sunlight

a smattering dozen clear pearls slip
across the slicked floor,
A thin frail twig bursts between the cracks of the dusty corner
emerging amidst sharp concrete and mist

a cold frost nips a bird on the beak,
whistling tales of cold teas and shimmery scarlet-entwined trees

Rooftops exhale, as ash whispers into the dawn sky
a sphere rolls across uneven slabs of dyed wood
before cracking, shattering
As three breaths sigh

Richer...than the finest chocolate.
Full of life and strength.
Powerful.
Swipes you right off your feet.
We don't know someone
not at all
until they begin to open up

here, and dye
all o'er the cities blue
- Past the fading sky hues .
a dark shadow rises from the east,
brews cold smoke into
whispering waters seeping into my sleep

sweet thunder cries
in the sea of a thousand peoples
raging in a strike
,formation unwavering
Marching in sync,
to the pulsing ache inside your head

sweet thunder cries
here, and bye
till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

-ed into the old sycamore tree
Victims: Drunk passenger; BMW;

and tree

by faith, I stand
My ID states-
a child of God

But Hope shines bright

It's so easy to think of others
callously
coldly
but
do we really know them
for whatever it's worth?
honestly
deeply
emotionally

Shallow friendships
are meaningless
That's one thing.
But to hate someone solely from
their appearance-

think of someone doing that to
you

By a wide
margin,
does it changes
thee's perspective!

here, and dye
all o'er the cities blue
- Past the fading sky hues .
a dark shadow rises from the east,
brews cold smoke into
whispering waters seeping into my sleep

sweet thunder cries
in the sea of a thousand peoples
raging in a strike
,formation unwavering
Marching in sync,
to the pulsing ache inside your head

sweet thunder cries
here, and bye
till not a single drop is left in the dripping sky

hear the waters
scream

-ing flowers
wrapped around me
hidden thorns

why open a door
when you can open up a book?
the door, yes, can lead you somewhere
but a book can make you free

comes the rush of a stream a'flutter
whistling floats from the warbly call of a vireo
a hoarse shriek splits the silence

of a root
squirts blood
droplets;
splattering.
the white floor stains
thin veiny twigs
pops from thin saggy skin
A **** of green unfurls

sheets of music and worlds poured out
silently like unrestrained tears
wood burned
with paper
knowledge was stripped away, leaving pale empty marks behind
the world didn't take notice of its loss