An angel looked dismayed as they were walking by,
In the morning light reflected off of pools of blood collecting flys,
Buzzards, vultures, coyotes, and the occasional hyena.
No longer to delay,
Awake another blood-filled day,
Out of the sea; the five heads of the beast were screaming.
No one asked for the heroes,
And thought of them as zeros
While they were fighting the beast that didn’t need exterminating.
Morning came again with the red tide.
So many fallen that should not have died,
From ignorance alone,
The beast called the sea his home.
And so will many more after this reading.
Cheers to the callous fools who have no feeling.
I do not often see red tide retreating.
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Shall he remain fallen cold, buried here?
The various pains of living follow him.
And waking up to a grey sky so clear,
A midday light beyond the moon grows dim.
They were followed here, this is nothing new.
They know better than this untrodden path.
Before them, those that followed, they were few,
Fewer still who returned. Dim: this light past.
After they will break as water on rock,
They will scatter as shadows in the light.
Here the new headstones do nothing to block.
Various pains drive residents to flight.
I’ll dream of things unspoken, rest undone,
In my shallow sleep gift under the sun.
Posted in Sonnets
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A breath of entropy,
A bright glow,
A light embracing ruin.
Staring into flames I see,
Not much more than smoke.
I find a space that truth’s in.
In darkness, home.
The world’s alone.
Each orange one hugs the fallen.
The fire has me,
Enraptured to see.
A light embracing ruin.
Posted in Nature
Tagged alone, darkness, embrace, entropy, fallen, fire, flames, hug, light, orange, poetry, ruin, truth, world
Though the waves crash in,
In spite of the pillars around me
Threatening to fall. Eat my sin!
Now I can see an infinity,
Because of my choice to stand.
I defy you sand!
You who do not wish to hold my feet,
You, who tries to hide the rock
Behind His destined seat,
Curse you sand!
A thousand times before, I’ve fallen,
And a thousand times more I’ll stand.
Against the waves that seem to be called in,
Though the world may die around me,
Though hell may scourge and mock me,
And remind me of the sin that tries to bind me,
The sand gives way finally.
I’ve found my foundation and rock that saves me.
I spite of a world that would see me die,