silver platter,
rotten within,
a sphere of influence
a list of murders,

cheats and
fork-tongued
men and women.

fire in the form of blue skies,
burnt trees in the streets.
yet some refuse to cut off their petals,
. Fuel to the fire.

even without your words and
fists like
dried up oceans,
the world is already filled with

darkness.

let the buildings tremble
in the sight of peace.
let the people
close their eyes in the
sound

of peace.
Oh lord, let us walk with gentleness,
a love that attacks and protects and rebukes and
pulls me back,
let us shake the earth,

to the point of calming the waves
with your peace.
let us be still,
in threatening hope

that points a gun to
the darkness into the wickedness,
and remind it of its future
crushed by light.

The wind swept over the world.
The wind leapt over the fence and
out of the sea.

the wind whispered
into every ear,
hear it's coffin cacophonies
its

melodic misdirection.

The wind said
to suffocate before i
enter your home.

the wind said,
when i come,
drown. Never look up.
look into yourself they said,

but i am nothing inside,
my strength fails me,
my mind enslaves me,
i am my own enemy.

but in my cold nights,
a voice called.
the sun, said,
i watch over you,
the sun said,
don't i govern the night skies too?

the son. i meant,
the son. Mistaken for
no one,
for the poison,

when you are the breath
the breath
that evaporates the seas,
the breath
that suffocates the winds.

.... (to be continued?)