Atiquity are etched in lime granite
Telling non fable tales of blood
Flooding over the rivers of Jordan
to the deep rivers of Hudson
You could hear them in all four
Corners of the earth were inprinted
Valumes in there voices broke
Cracked like glass now there is silence
When the time came for refuge
The night was cool as hope was here

Still......

Settling with what is now

Still......

The war for change is still
being faught for.

(INCREDIBLE INK- TEAM JAGUAR HAWAII)
© 2014 S.T. Rebel of Eden

still awake
yet my body
longs for sleep

thoughts are
rushing in and
not slowing down

the more I try
to sleep I
am more awake

I am sleepless
not because I
am full of fear

I can't sleep
because my heart
is brimming with love

I am filled
with anticipation of
love yet to come

She glistens beautifully on the river night
With blurred sparkles yet glinting
She waited so long for her daylight
But He only came when she’s sleeping

He shines brightly with infinite fervor
Giving life to the ones in pain
He knew it’s impossible for them to sustain
To see her once he’d always hoped for

They always knew it was unviable
But their love bestows hope on earth
Their curse afflicted despite their denial
Yet they still believe in their oath

They’re inclined to do their utmost
Knowing everything will eventually be in tarnish
Not remorseful to what they lost
Until they prevail on what they wished

They finally met from time to time
Only to be torn apart again & again
Yet they cherished their eclipse to rhyme
**For the love they always believed in.

Once I offered you my heart, knowing it was too bruised, too ugly to meld with your imperfect soul. You looked at it with eyes that spoke of dark horizons less travelled and handed it back with trembling caution, too mindful of the searing pain caused by it's many shards. I loved you then, as I do now, though the mention of such things is forbidden within our tight circle of two. I fear your loss as I fear myself, fully and without caution, though now only your traces remain as friendship flounders upon the utterances of my foolish mouth.

In the falling light of day
I read the old man a book.

Stories of love, enmity, deceit
Jealousy, betrayal, sacrifice
All from one author’s mind
One penning hand
Some very short some too long
But nowhere do I find
He has taken a stand
On virtue and vice
Right and wrong
Belief faith
Destiny fates
Nowhere asserts
If he is theist atheist agnostic
Nor invokes god
Praise or curse him.

I read and the old man nods

in the falling light of his day!

So you say poems don’t sell
ain’t no buyer for your works
arduous hours of a job done well
go down the drain fetch no perks!

You’re right poems do don’t sell
though you fill them with heart’s spice
by the hour growing weary and frail
you surely can’t feel any nice!

A dollar a poem how fine it would be
add a dollar a read to it
but poems are meant to be sold just free
you aren’t to be paid for the feat!

But you’re wrong poems do sell
them the readers do buy
when to their heart your thoughts travel
and their spirit soars up sky high!

It was not in the road
that took me there
but the way my heart
always remained the same
rushing through college corridors,
open dissection tables,
woodwork poetry breathren.

Indestructible construction
of these cerebral plates
left me the mind of a surgeon
and the heart of a poet.

In the cold operating room
they cut open his chest-
blood gushing out and I could
see why sometimes a little hurt
could cause a lot of noise.
Ventricle, atrium.
A nick that ricocheted,
a word that spelled
goodbye.

There was a rhythm in his heart
and for once I could feel
synchronicity was never so beautiful;
almost teary-eyed
I could find those verses
lost between the veins,
quietude pumping out slowly.

Lost in the mistranslation
of his chest
till the nurse said

"Doctor, your patient's dying"

I can run with great speed when it comes to danger,
And I love that feeling of running for reason.
It's like I am flying super high,
Feeling the wind whip around me,
And I can soar with great aim.
I need adventure.
When my life gets boring, I look for fun,
Always in more ways than one.
Maybe you think adventures are just in Disney movies,
But are they? Are they really?
I need someone to test my abilities,
Even if I am on the bad side.
I need to flex my limbs,
And definitely definitely run run run,
Like oh so quickly, a fast getaway,
Because my life can get kind of boring when I'm alone.
I want to run for a reason,
You are the chosen candidate,
Fight with me.
I'm ravaging!
Too late now, the adrenaline is kicking in,
It's time to strategize on how you are going to win.
Just give me something to think on,
Chess is boring until you are the pawn.  
My heart beating in my chest,
Give it your all, give me your best.
I step up to the plate, ready for a fight,
Today, this girl has a bigger bite!
Come on, right here, right now!!
Challenge me for a chase,
A ****,
A labyrinth maze!
A save!
A run!
Something with action!
Come on, I'm hungry for adventure,
I can't wait around for something to happen,
Please challenge me!
I need the twist,
The punch in my day,
Come on now, whatever it is!
Challenge Accepted~