And I emerged
from the void that is silence to erupt with fire over the horizon. I smothered the tundra, creeping vines, and willow branches; I laughed at hyenas, as they scattered from the ashes; I claimed all the homes, and disowned the occupants; I incinerated every treaty proclaiming peace and friendships, And I returned from the blackened earth with vengeance and renewed desire to corrupt the liars hiding in the rafters, to have them ply their skills with half-truths for the vines to grown gullible opinions on. Where the soft crusts will pluck their budding agreements from and nod along righteously, Where the hardening weeds will feed their determined antagonisms through dribbling jowls. You see, it was not your gardeners tending your soil for you, it was not your harvesters discarding rotten fruit, It was I, bleeding into your brain delusions of division, chaos, and foolish pursuits. To have the lambs lie down in submission, To have the pack of dogs rise in retaliation, and then to have, one-sided opinions flavouring the conversations, accusations based on hidden agendas, hard facts forgotten in exchange for soft truths comforting. It was I all along with hand in the cookie jar laughing at every courtesy your enemy took from you, so that you could refill the jar with blame, and never see the hand that severed you from your own humanity. This was my greatest achievement: To forever dissuade all from joining hands to grow peaceful prosperity. And you all heard, And you all listened, And you all played a part in my raising of the lands, the destruction of temples, the raping of wives and daughters, the murdering of fathers and brothers, the killing of your children, While your beliefs grew, and grew, and reconfirmed all you believed you knew.
For you I ache and fall apart,
For you I tend these tender scars, For you I hope the stars will shine While I lie in dust upon the stairs.
Here it comes, young man
Clouds on every horizon, A fire burning bright into the long night. We waged war on our heroes, Dug graves for our ghosts, Sneaked love into tents as though We had forgotten the lessons Our mother taught us Over this timid plate of hors-d'œuvre. Tally the falling giant upon the stones Where we once built a wall to obfuscate glory, Dismembered parts levy the starved and hungry, Equal among us are the stomachs that remember this fate. ~ ~ ~ Are we old enough to harbour the wisdom of age, See through the soft glaze Appropriating kindness on a stage? Can we forgive our sins when all is remembered, Chipping away at our present state And ushering in the endgame? See that smoke rising, Bristling with static energy, Coalescing with storms and anger, Birthing the new frontier. Frustration mates with the enemy And gives conception to holiness and penalties. In this hour, In this day, In this year I hear you say: Lay your bones down now upon this hallowed ground.
This beautiful life With stars to battle over, Longing to swim in an ocean of, Feelings to dwell in the haven of; Where we search for meaning and assume learning through reflections. Have you held enough hands to warm your heart with integrity's shadow? Have you felt enough grains fall loosely through eager fingers of morning's sorrow? This beautiful life so lost in tides, Here I swim again returning thoughts to horizons Where ships spread their sails like birds on the wind, Breezes for salt spray and crustaceans, A laughing northerly and biting southerly, The creaking wood that needs caulking, Sealing boards of their sulking. Yesterday’s tomorrow has yet to arrive and harbour intentions with harmless playthings. This beautiful life is yours for the keeping, This beautiful life is mine for the taking. Have we these thoughts together, Or are we separate like the sea and the sky? Love without a bridge between earth and stars.
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