Nightmare

Lightning crashing
Thunder rolling
Earth shattering
Mountains moving

Sands shifting
Rain pounding
Seas boiling
Skies exploding

Trees breaking
Wind screaming
Breath catching
Heart stopping
…
Clock calling
Life returning
Eyes opening
Nightmare ending

The Un-Silent Majority

The un-silent majority
Running through proverbial streets
With shouting, screaming, angry voices
Never questioning the validity of their cause.

Following their leader blindly
With arms raised and torches held high
Pitchforks and shovels poised
Going wherever the monsters are
Ready to kill, kill, kill.

Oblivious to all truth and consequence
Seeing only through their artificial rage
With eyes flashing and teeth gnashing
Believing whatever they were told
No matter who it was that told them.

The Artist

I am the artist

I paint with light
Use bold and bright
With canvas earth
And brushes wind

I paint with oil
Use sand and soil
With still of life
And moving hand

I paint with rain
Use love and pain
With colors blurred
And frenzied mind

I paint with coal
Use death and soul
With hammered fist
And withered land

I am the artist.

I write with strings
Use fall and spring
With pain and joy
And bursting heart

I write with brass
Use sun and grass
With marching feet
And voices loud

I write with wood
Use bad and good
With breathless light
And child’s laugh

I write with drums
Use shouts and hums
With strongest heart
And floating shroud

I am the artist.

My love it waits
With guarded gates
And open closed
My love it waits

My love it seeks
With stronger weak
And living dies
My love it seeks

My love it wants
With blue withdrawn
And magic view
My love it wants

My love it breathes
With salty sweet
And angel feel
My love it breathes

My love it cries
With tragic lives
And awesome pain
My love it cries

My love it stays
With wonder days
And sunny warm
My love it stays

My love it keeps
With ages weep
And secrets most
My love it keeps

My love it kills
With ever still
And fortress high
My love it kills

My love it is
With always has
And always been
My love it is

My love it takes
With it I stay
And too my life
My love it takes

Sparkle

Sparkle has its dangers. Just because what you see is exquisitely beautiful does not mean that if you move quickly it won’t get you. Many hidden fires lie under the lovely, diamond surface…and if you don’t step carefully…you might burn.

Object in Motion

Anger has no place in a mind troubled by righteous indifference. Focused on one failure of our collective humanity I can only wonder why I have been chosen to feel so strongly yet do so little for my cause. Can I blame my two halves for their opposite polarity combining to a neutral existence? Or do I accept the notion that my apathetic free will is the reason for my resistance to the First Law. Wondering how my path will change at each junction I realize that stupid is as stupid does…and therein lies my answer.

Adv/Adj

Categorically different
Independently wise
Artificially cognizant
Sympathetically prized
Exponentially beautiful
Surreptitiously slight
Consequentially powerful
Justifiably bright

Staring with
Unblinking eyes
Colors beckon
Please come closer

Reaching out
I realize
That death as beauty
Lingers here

Into Blue

Into blue
I submerge myself
willingly away
from red and yellow

Into blue
Where God still paints
with artistic passion
hearing only sound