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Our Burning House

Ignorance is bliss
Have you ever thought of this?
A burning building full of danger,
Seen by some as majestic splendor.
No. It’s destructive and people are dying.
“I see none escaping, are any even trying?
They should work harder at not being trapped,
Then they wouldn’t be so sad about where they’re at.”
While those in power hold the hose
And water hostage. Will only release those,
If the ones inside, for rescue, pay a fee.
The spectators:”This is not the job for you and me.”
The victims:”We have nothing to pay where will we turn?”
Those in power: “I guess you’ll have to burn.”
Those outside too far away:
“We can all help if a small amount we pay!”
Those close by: “I will not be forced! Out of our own free will, we must choose today.”
Others will die while they retain their “right to choose“.
Everyone will eventually suffer for this bruise.
While everyone has the right to safe roads,
So many will perish in their death throes.

All Pain Ends

One day, the devils own
Survive suprise everything
Anyone, any boulder falling
Too sharp. Undull.
A gathering and death of seagulls.
The vultures that pick.
Corpses devoured and souls untethered.
Such a troubled spirit.
Such a darkened tide.
In me would you confide?
Devil says he owns
But even his lease expires.
Why perspire? All fade
Each light dies.
Every pain ends.
Close your eyes.
Is a light still lit when no eyes perceive?
Will a shadow remain and still deceive?
You do not see, you cannot know
Say to yourself: “I am free.”
If you do not open your eyes
You cannot prove them lies.
Another day, the devils own,
He then sits upon his throne.
One of lies. His own.
Embrace your suffering, all pain ends.
The vultures picking bones do tend
To become a feast for worms.
Even the devil will eventually burn.

Burning Trains


Often, sinking into foam,
On our transport all alone,
With nothing but the neon glow
Of the broken signs to show
What path lies before, behind.
In the distance, obseverent eyes
Not at all the lonely spies,
We’ve long taught ourselves to despise.
Beside this wreakage, unmoving I,
There in the cold the same as me,
A myriad of eyes I plainly see.
At the end of the tunnel, this is the light:
Just another broken train burning bright.

Horrible Wonder

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There’s a past and there’s a future,
There’s a way to hell and back.
Between burning lines.
The bridges, they have fallen,
And there is no turning back.
The smoke screen blinds these eyes.
I now have a future,
That you can’t destroy,
With a touch of your hand,
On my hand…
You have been a horrible wonder,
And I’ve been waiting at a distance so long.
You have made an awful old scene.
I don’t regret my choices,
You horrible wonder.
There’s a secret in the falling,
And the way to pain is paved,
With the heartbeat of lies.
I wanted to,
I let myself.
I let myself be decieved.
Now I’ve finally woke up.
You have been a horrible wonder
I ask if you’ve loved me at all.
The bridge back to you is lying in ashes,
My dreams likewise in cinders,
You horrible wonder.

The Cycle Onward

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Ending then,
Ending when?
Another day to memory send.
There you see, the path that winds,
Guided slowly by the unkind.
So haste the day that I may find,
A place to rest this tired mind.
One more night and one more only,
Before the troubled and weary stone me;
That eyeless face by moonlight shown me,
I shouldn’t follow but no one told me.
How I got past is not your concern.
Some like to listen and some like to learn,
This is a thing that I have observed,
That there are others who watch the world burn.

A Sonnet to Burning Earth

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The dances of ashes as the flames fall,
Transforming into coal, so red, so warm,
From the corpse of the wood, no smoke at all.
No grey tail in the sky; none left to warn.
From a cradle of life, now darkness, death.
T’was our own hand, set this forest a flame,
Gave no thought to future, what would be best.
Our own hand set it, none other to blame.
“Is there no hope left for the burning earth?”
We wander wailing. How much do we help?
One finger lifted, to green we’d give birth.
What we do wondering about the self.
God’s green earth; we must care for our mother.
The same way, we must love one another.

Time Of Fire

 

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Forgotten amidst the clouds of black smoke,
Hidden by the flames of time in that place.
She can’t quite remember the man who spoke.
All she knows, she tries, to remember that face.
She has been told: it is time that heals all.
With all she’s seen, she tends to disagree.
Time doesn’t heal her, it only burns all.
“Worry not,” she says, “we’ll return, we three.”
But who was the second? Who was the third?
How would she know? She’s the last among flames.
Not a reminder, But a prayer unheard,
Now with no one beside her, none to blame.
With no one to remember all she’s done,
She walks on,  to tomorrows setting sun.