War...
The sound of marching feet,
The ceaseless gurgles in the air-
War is a blood-sucking vampire.
In dedication to my beloved Father: "First autumn morning: the mirror I stare into shows my father's face."
The sound of marching feet,
The ceaseless gurgles in the air-
War is a blood-sucking vampire.
"Without You"
The words haven't yet
Sunk into my reality.
-March 10-
Your last wish i couldn't fulfil
Was it your courage
To leave it unwished.
-March 11-
A song in my heart
Like a morning being born-
Ever new, ever fresh.
-March 11-
Wise and sagging with wisdom,
Sad and drowning in sorrow,
Yet another night has fallen.
Casting shadows of darkened gloom,
The wall of shadows grows dark
Disappearing into the night.
A wisper in the wild
Can be heard for miles
In a moonless night.
A funeral pyre-
Flesh, bones and wood
Only char remains.
O engulfing flame,
You burn to ashes
Bones and spirit.
The death siren blows
On the face of
Its most unsuspecting preys.
The scent of death
Embraces one and all
In the garden of life.
Wood, fire n' tears
Flesh, bones n' ashes
A soul in stir.
-June 9, 2006-
Mystery-bubbles in the air
Glistening eyes
Infant smiling.
- April 1-
Stillness- a dead leaf
Floating on a pond
Amid live moss.
Boredom-Moving in circles;
Night follows day,
Day follows night.
The flame of life
Burns as short
As a candle in the night.
A sigh, a tear,
An eve of parting
In the summer of life.
Like the soft snow flakes,
Melting with touch;
Life is-yet beyond grasp.
Pure and innocent,
A fresh breath of air
Brings life back
Motionless, yet moving-
The sight of death,
In the season of life.