On a journey down to nowhere
I have realized many things.
Dwelling on the subject; friendship
And what once a stranger said to me
“You’re not a no-man
Neither am I”
He continued with a sigh.
The stranger gazed high above the tree tops
We heard the sirens of the cops
As little raindrops gently landed on our faces.
There were no traces of violence just serenity.
“You can feel and so can I
We could perish in a blink of an eye.
We can withstand the strongest storm
Yet we are torn from a cunning plan.
We are strong when we’re united yet
How weak we are alone.
Then why do we insist to consist in groups
Exclusion is not the solution to our society
The variety of us is overwhelming
Compelling us to accept
So why do we resist?”
Continued to persist for his message was vital.
Accept and you will be accepted, you will be loved, free.
On a journey down to nowhere
I have realized…
Unity is vital.
As if cradled by a soft psithurism
then abruptly tossed into oblivion,
familiar leaves are cast from the oak -
frail corpses settling into the earth,
spirits ascending into the mist
Beyond the lonely trees
shrinking with the setting sun,
the little red farmhouse awaits
deserted now, the holding place
for breaths and sorrows
And still I can hear the ringing voices
from within these walls, echoing-
dissatisfied ghosts from my past,
desperate to overturn this unhappy fate
yet solemnly chasing the brontide
gracing me with neither word
nor final glance
mindlessly ingesting edamame
we swallow secrets nestled
in repeating peaks, tepid allure
they say timing is everything
in the world of science, milliseconds
scream nullification of novel truths
the paper was released today -
glaring, stark letters regaling
your name, an idea, and little else
and when all is said and done
we are the ones left, trying
to make sense of what you found
and what we have yet to grasp
I awoke this morning, a shift;
peering into the spiraled darkness
slowly disintegrating into dancing
particles of lemony sunlight
I was a child once more.
Throwing off my covers, an eager
embrace extended to the world,
joy swelled my little heart
like a forgotten friend.
No empty rooms remain.
Flitting about like a tiny bird
soft down feathers abound
with infinite possibilities
I flew, I flew, straight to you.
And you found me again.
Marked by imperfections
weathered by Time,
will your sturdy branch hold
the weight carried unwillingly
for so long?
One weary foot
an infertile vicious cycle
unable to be tempered
Solemn face cast downward
a little ways down a
meandering dusty road
unbeknownst to most
Breathe once more,
Deafening gusts of
mockingly jaded motifs
fill your aching lungs.
please do not disturb
this final resting place
for unseeing eyes
The moon is bright today!
musings echo vacancies
Cast into the wind.
There is no moon in the sky.
the stillness in the air
only seems to amplify these
fading dreams accumulated
like dead flower petals
on the windowsill
that no one bothers to dust anymore.
you wilt in this room of whitewash
and shadows, bearing an eerie resemblance
to a faded ragdoll from a time long ago
drifts of dandelion seeds float in
from the garden below, appearing
as if suspended in mid-thought
carrying with them
pureness of tranquility
embodiment of luminescence -
only to be snatched away,
blown off course through passages
of darkness and light
Sunlight interrupts shadows
Interspersed throughout the campus lawn,
calmly filters through foliage
And cold stone corners
No open spaces are found here now
A carefully calculated attempt
To prevent student protests
Blood and smoke
Mere wisps of the past -
From pervading the calm atmosphere
Like effervescent bubbles escaping out of
An ocean trembling with suppressed energy
Walk a little ways
Down through the dense concrete forest
with its peaks marked with faceless mirrors
It is not deserted
But rather bustling with energy now
Decades ago it happened
One trembling voice
Pleading one last cause
"In God’s Name, End the War!"
Then collapsing into silence
with a mere puff of smoke
A coldly ironic magician’s trick
Forever etched into the pavement.
Despite these confined spaces
Some stains will always remain
And one voice will be heard