The fire jabbed at the night
trying to find something to hold
it tasted the fresh air
and tried
to find
more sparks to throw

But wood is wood
and fire is fire

when the rest of it burned and died,

the fire lasted but a spark longer

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

a long ramble
and jamble
Talks to self in the mirror, pep talks
You see, you're
still in the stage of finding yourself.
I don't know who this if for,
but what I know is that you
can change the world.
No, it is not a matter of 'can', but a matter of
'will'?

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

shatters crystals against
circling curves of white
dashes a sprinkle of hurt
against the rye
whispers gloom, into
the black-blooded night

tastes like sugar
made of the moon's shine
and the crust between its craters
The powdery flour
bursts into the air
flakes falling softly
as the footsteps of astronauts leave behind permanent indentations
sweet-ener
fake sweets swirled in a papery blinding smile
bits of teeth shavings, ***** soup of century-old snow
sliced
tiny cubic centimeters of white
particles dusting the wooden table
falls
onto the sea of churning black dots below

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

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

in the bloom of the moon,
tears of a fragile lamb,
whispers of the oak trees,
and the flickering lamp
of life-

a Snicker
of Magic

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

I know it does
everyone knows
and want it,
Their dreams of
or dreads
                of the eventual,
inevitable pain

but don't throw yourself too far
                 away
because a person has been fair and cold

We are foolish
who are we to think that we will, must
live until we're well into late digits?

life
is a far more precious gift than we think

Was on the Cross
nothing can compare

trodden upon by the graceful creature,
bruised,
but I could not complain
I tickle her hooves


bang

something heavy, soft, and delicate falls onto me,  
I am aware of a dripping, sticky sensation on me
I have seen it before, in wars, in accidents, in births, in genocides, in ******-
blood

Her doe-eyes round and glassy
I weep, shaking the dew off of me

Something two-footed, sure-footed stomps on me quickly, quick-breathed
I peer up
A huntress
with her bow
with her arrows

I examined the creature carefully-
a black, smeared arrow jutted out from her side
I wept, unable to do more than sing
waving my arms, up to the trees

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

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

beautiful

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

Even when I don't see You
Even when I can't hear You, can't physically touch You
I know that You are there
You are here
You are here
Amen

you can't help it
if you're born the way you are
if the world is being cruel to you about it

Sing His praises
beyond the sea!

the raggy, dripping sacks of cloth,
marks the dusty road with its tear-
drops
drop
drop
drip
an ant scurries,
a chewed-off cricket leg, balanced,
between the ant's narrow legs
swaying side to side
plop
drops the limb in the drop of an eye
the ant reaches
slips
slides
disappears,
a tiny drop of water
regurgitates
from the pool of sorrow

shudders the swirling depths
swallowing echoes, fear, and broken blood stained chips
the resounding silence
duplicates,
                    -cates
                              -cates
underneath the looming shoulder of iron

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

endless drops of time
clink
into other people's glassy mason jars
but did this predicament
help you give a little more love to yourself?

when the rain's a-pouring
and your keys ditched you for the gutter
and your heart's trodden by pig trotters
your mind soggy
your eyes drippy

let the sky's tears soak you in

beauty?
true happiness?
life?

often we find them (though not all)
as the fiery catalyst for our choices
our future
and for our dreams.

said that girls were the weaker gender
needed a man?
Perhaps
perhaps
you've forgotten
That women were created
to be men's helper

Right from my fingertips
into your smiling face

"those tourists"
Sneer at the foreign language you think are blasting
harshly
in your ear

Would they think you

any better?