#upheaval
though a storm can reveal a tree’s roots.
their essence remains.
through the soil, through every crevice.
a home is still a home.
no matter how far it moves.
no matter how fast and far time moves.
the eyes learn different than hearts.
the body reacts. soon lost in the gaping hole
backfilling a testament with everything tangible.
hearts like tree roots.
grow and they twist, and they turn.
they will always be there.
my heart seeks to learn from yours.
growing big and thick.
though a storm can reveal a tree’s roots.
very seldom, does it remove every root.
beneath the skin, where my heart and yours exists,
layer after layer of dirt blessed by the gift of life.
no matter how much the storm rages.
a piece of you and I will always exist
Jul 9, 2024
Jul 9, 2024 at 6:58 PM UTC
...being a beacon for darkness
...being a deacon of evil
...seeing no evil regardless
...seeing honesty as a hurtle
...restating unholy responses
...restating there'll be no upheaval
...ruling with no conscience
...ruling different for different people
...playing your god against us
...playing yourself in the process
...knowing none of it is real
...knowing if it is your going to hell
©2024
Apr 14, 2024
Apr 14, 2024 at 9:10 PM UTC
only the tough survive. Is it really that simple, and so very primal? Has humankind over complicated itself to the point, where when we get a simple outcome, it muddles our brain?Because it seems like these adversities that I am faced with, and forced to go with, is just what everyone else in the world is too. Life is a beautiful thing to be given, but you also have to act like it is. Everything that is tangible to the eye to see, it is here, because it's been able to survive through hardships. The small, seemingly magical moments that break-up the discomfort of the everyday, which is what makes everything worth living through.Even in this pandemic, and universal upheaval, there have been small moments of bliss for myself, and the collective included.
Feb 16, 2021
Feb 16, 2021 at 5:03 PM UTC
You cut off one head.
.
Then two!
..
Then three!
...
Then four!
....
So many more!
...........................
And you wonder why
they're still standing?
BECAUSE THEY HAVE SUPPORT.
And I'm so scared.
...............................................
Do those heads belong to my enemies?
Or do they belong to my friends?
I'M NOT SURE.
One down
.
two more to gore
..
but we can't ignore!
The possibility of our heads
..
Getting the same treatment
IN THE END.
It's easier to solve your problems
when there's a figurehead
.
So take them to the guillotine
So you can all eat your bread.
And have the cake offered
by your headless queen.
Aug 7, 2019
Aug 7, 2019 at 9:57 AM UTC
I don't need much
to be content
And sometimes when my
heart is fraying
A simple glimpse at
the stars
Smooths away the
rough edges
Stills lips that tremble
and quake
From holding back brimming
storms.
-Esther L. Krenzin-
-Roguesong-
Mar 20, 2019
Mar 20, 2019 at 12:17 PM UTC
Reckless
Action can
Create crisis-
beaware.
Please-
Don't fall victim
To Ego's
Allure.
Hold fast
The light
You've been
Harboring
Within.
Beware
Division
From the
Ides of March.
Tread lightly,
My dears.
Walk soft,
With good thought-
Prepare
Your mind
And sit guard
Your soul.
Chaos' Shadow
Is passing by-
Much is brewing
Has been for
So long.
It was
Four years ago,
We knelt
Pregnant with terror
Of what life was
Hurling our way,
And here we are
Nearing the end
Wounded
Yet,
Standing
Strong-
As we must.
The final
Square off
Is
Today.
Speak softly,
My dears,
And again,
Tread lightly.
Deceit is slinking
About.
But trust your heart
And what you've learned
For tomorrow,
It finally ends,
Either one way
Or, some other
Tomorrow,
It finally begins.
Mar 16, 2015
Mar 16, 2015 at 2:48 AM UTC
Music in my soul, in my veins, in my ear,
Rhythmic hunting, a low pulse that only I can hear.
Separate seats, separate lives,
A brushing meet, competing prides.
The force pushes, always peering,
The pressure mocks, its grin is leering.
Crawling upwards, invading the interior
Onwards it claws, I’m nearing hysteria
My stomach churns, my throat is tight,
My chest burns, my mind alight
Souls all around, but souls are worth dust,
Empty and worthless, ****** dry as a husk
Eyes averted, pointed blank gaze
Still my mind flames, calm in its rage
The stations flicker by, spiralling down the hatch
The names pass too quickly, too quickly for me to catch
Closer to home, a new home I’ve built,
Borne out of upheaval, decorated with guilt
Stepping towards a future, try to shoot from the hip,
But it’s all a façade – loneliness has me in its grip.
Jul 23, 2014
Jul 23, 2014 at 6:05 AM UTC
**This land, where we can roam free
Boundaries have been set up
Mapped by the pen of a cartographer
Continents drifted apart, tectonic shifts
Ripping across the land mass
The mightiest of mountains turned to rubble
Giving rise to new landmarks
The fury spewing fire, the molten lava
Created fissures along the ground
Rivers of fire flowing across the veins of Earth
Resentment of nature marched to new frontiers
Earth transformed itself, to a new avatar
New landscapes and greenery adorned it
In the coronation ceremony of the usurper
Commandeering life - forms to a new future
We are living that dream for centuries
Without an inkling of the next rebellion**
© Amitav (Radiance)
Jun 7, 2014
Jun 7, 2014 at 12:45 AM UTC