you cannot unwalk the bridge you have crossed
you cannot unknow the fresh taste of enlightenment
once you have breathed it in
there is no way back
to an illusory net of safety
take courage
spread your wings
and fly

©2016janetaylor

In this world we are tossed
Some of us found
Some of us lost
But we all have to bear our fathers cross

In this world we survive
Some of us starve
Some of us thrive
But we all have to pay with our lives

In this world we are one
But yet we still fight
Some of us start Wars for greed
And some just for fun

In this world we have nothing to fear
For if you are healthy or in pain
The punishment is always just as sever
Because Death is always near
And to him you all look the same

As you speak,
your hole like eyes are all I see.
So deep and dark like a trench .
So mysterious and black .

When you talk,
it's in tongues ,
a foreign language
difficult to encode;
so mind boggling ..

You , a woman of mysteriousness
you in the background,
forgettable but mysterious when seen

What are you secrets ?
What are you hiding ?

You ,  an impossible crossword puzzle
of unsolvable equations and unknown words
You are the lock but the keys lie
in your eyes .

How can I find them ?
Anyone who trespasses your depths will be lost and never found.
Anyone who swims in the Marianas trench your eyes are is sure to drown .

So, you might die an encoded person,
an unsolved math problem,
confusing maggots who wish to feast on your corpse,
Entering the afterlife as a mysterious soul
with unsure beginnings and an unsolved end.

A white caravan , clean and shiny 
drove past many . 
Inside of it was a 
limp and a frail body .
Kidnapped in broad daylight ,
the sun should have illuminated 
the struggle , the evil . 

Despite her struggle , 
she was forced into the vehicle. 
His face is on the news,
that face with a cynical smile 
that still drives his caravan miles 
and miles away from prying eyes.  

She lays on dry blood 
in a car that has stored
loads of corpses 
stored in piles of boxes.  

Far in a field , he gathered 
his tools as his ideas
of human torture 
elated him with joy.
He dragged her by her ponytail 
into a field of blades , acid and knives .

With these tools he has stolen 
innocent lives and 
deformed a face once full of smiles.

.
We were whole, once
Ordered, balanced: one
Disorder grows; time emerges
Time elapses; disorder grows
Entropy
Pulls us apart, away
Farther from the state
The unlikely state
Where we were whole
…

January cold desolate;
February all dripping wet;
March wind ranges;
April changes;
Birds sing in tune
To flowers of May,
And sunny June
Brings longest day;
In scorched July
The storm-clouds fly
Lightning torn;
August bears corn,
September fruit;
In rough October
Earth must disrobe her;
Stars fall and shoot
In keen November;
And night is long
And cold is strong
In bleak December.