Circular we live
an eternity to see
why waste the Journey
Everywhere we go
people will find their stresses
but lose their true goal.
Life is circular
and people love to worry
slow down. life is long.
Category: poetry
The Holy Man that Couldn’t
A country tore apart by corruption and violence.
A man in robes watches, doing nor saying nothing.
He is no ordinary man.
He is a man ordained by God.
Interesting how a man sent to do good can do nothing in the face of evil.
But I suppose that is the way God works.
The man is now a symbol.
A symbol of a religion.
Is that religion just or tyrannical?
It attempts to impose its dogma on the rest of the world.
It speaks of doing work for God but does nothing in the face of a true crisis.
Why then is the institution worshipped?
But the same answer comes, God wills it.
Silence
Silence.
The beginning and the end.
Space is filled with it.
ever-expanding and growing.
I can’t stand silence.
It makes me itch, uncomfortable in my own skin.
I grasp for the smallest of sounds, but only silence remains.
we take sound for granted, yet some who live without it miss out.
Though we have learned to repair this.
What I would give to hear sound for the first time again.
A planes safety
Liberties at stake in an explosive time.
A plane, symbol of power and might is now secure
There are kindhearted people risking the security.
A bureaucratic organization is hated and despised.
The act passed the plane is no longer secure.
No knows what is right.
Should people be life be risked but give freedom?
Should freedom be sacrificed for the greater good?
The people have spoken, freedom must be protected from foreign and domestic enemies.
The decision is not passed likely.
There are those who are angry.
Keepers of the sky they are the ones who lives will be risked.
They rightfully hated the decision yet wish to drawn in nature given liberties.
The Snake’s Defiance
The snake slithers quietly rattling a warning to all.
The snake does not care about the other animals but wishes to instill fear.
For a while the other animals do not heed the snakes warning.
It is not until the snake strikes, impaling a rabbit with its fang do the animals heed its warning.
The snake is not finished, its venom is a poison that spreads through the hearts of other creatures.
The animals decide something must be done.
They exclude the snake from the jungle forcing it to find its own food and comfort.
Many of the snakes’ eggs die, the snake vows to never forget this injustice.
One day the snakes descendent will bite and engulf the hope of others.
The Devancement of Man
Humans, at one time hunted there pray.
Filling a stomach required strength and speed.
Slowly man no longer needed such traits.
Our lives became easier but we became weaker.
The body became less of a necessity and thus wasted away.
No human asked about the food they consumed.
Who caught it?
Who prepared it?
What kind of animal was it?
These questions did not concern the modern man.
No, no.
His life was consumed by the stress of modern life.
Slowly however the truth emerged.
His body and the rest of society’s have been tainted.
Lack of awareness and progress had sickened mankind.
The advancement of mankind had successful destroyed the human race.
The Night
A peer out my window shows clearly that night has fallen.
A group of faintly lit points in the sky are shining.
The moon illuminates the water stretching endlessly to the west.
I sit in my bed thinking about life on the other side of the globe.
Where there is day while here there is only night.
A coyote howls for its friends outside my window.
Goosebumps go down my spine.
I roll over and close my eyes and slowly drift into sleep, Hoping to be greeted by the day.
The Crashing Eagle
A nation’s spending out of control.
A flying spark of hope flies across the sky.
A weathered bird has served its time well.
Its has flown high in the sky.
It has been prey.
It has been a predator.
It survives its ordeals only to come crashing down.
It is shot down by bureaucracy
The replacement threatens to out shine it.
A mighty eagle, the replacement is swift and strong.
The hopes of the nation come crashing down.
The mighty eagle crashes, its strengths is its undoing.
Exorbitant costs and empty coffers force the nation to abandon the eagle.
In it’s destruction the eagle robs the nation of its hope.
Never again will hope rise so highly in the nation.
Through the Wall
I recently wrote a poem for OVS‘s love poetry competition. While I didn’t win, I was pretty proud of what I wrote. I realize that this is more of a short story than a poem but I spoke from the heart. Whenever people read something, they always question who or what it’s about. This is simply a story about forbidden love. Read and interpret for yourselves.
She was the one he could never quite reach.
There was always some barrier keeping them apart.
He didn’t understand why.
The wall was solid.
He knew she was on the other side.
It was all that was ever on his mind.
How everyday, he’d try.
Just to be next to her.
And he’d try
And try.
And try.
You would think that constant failure would render him helpless.
But his love for her wouldn’t let him stop.
Then one day, one lone hole emerged in the wall.
He could see the light.
She was beautiful.
He had never seen anything like her.
He needed to be with her.
He was in love.
And there was no way out.
As one wall was falling
a new wall was forming
He realized that as his desire for her burned inside,
he was trapped.
He was never getting away from his love.
Her radiance shown as if she truly was an angel.
Infatuation, obsession, affection,
He felt helpless without her.
As he fell harder and harder, the wall began to crumble away.
The wall sheltering him from escape was now impassable.
He could see her face.
And she looked on him with bright eyes
The two never looking away
She smiled at him
And he smiled back
He saw his chance, and tried to reduce the rest of the wall to rubble.
Taking any opportunity to make her realize
He loved her
Piece by piece
Brick by brick
He pushed through
And he held her
And she him
They were finally together
After so much determination
His efforts to make her realize
How he really felt
And she was beautiful
He was not blinded by his addiction
She was flawless in nature
Her entire being was bright
Her eyes, stars that envied the night sky
Her smile, the only thing that made him happy
Her voice, sweeter and softer than the sounds of the most glorious choirs
Her heart, only for him
Her touch, made him hope that she’d never take her hand away
She refused to accept it at first
But somehow
He knew that she did
And somehow
She knew that she loved him.
The wall between them had fallen.
And a new wall surrounded them.
But they were together
And that’s all he ever wanted.
Cold Case
Is it yes or no?
It can’t be both yet it is
But it isn’t.
Confusing at best
What else is there to think
Or do I not think?
Am I expected not to think,
not to investigate every little parcel.
Sooner or later the case will go cold,
hopefully to be brought out of a box in a couple of years
Unless someone gets to it first.
A high possibility based on the past, but I will sit at my desk waiting for that call.
The call to bring it out and open the box to finally get to look through the files,
Finally solve the case that has been laying stagnant for years.
Little leads here and there that lead to another dead end or wasted efforts that just lead to hurting my good name.
The ice will melt from this case by the fire that has been ignited from the search.
Hopefully it will move from unsolved to forever closed, but for now I sit at my desk.
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