Marching To War

A cold and pitiful wind blows while marching to war.

Horror and terror we have come to deplore.

A runaway train of such immense dimension.

Moving forward creating immeasurable tension.

The skies are filled with glowing fire.

These relentless demons never will tire.      

People far and wide are falling like stones.

All we hear is the desperation of human moans.

As each booming noise erupts outside.

With appalling observations so many have died.

The racket of each looming blast

erupts inside like terror, exceedingly fast.

A fire burns within me for the suffering of others.

The fighting and mayhem among all our brothers.

Loathing the war is palpable within.

Pearls of blood pool beneath their wounded skin.

Let’s whip this war with words not actions.

So many lives lost with confrontational infractions. 

Swallowed by something so mammoth and fiendish.

This consortium of wreckage is not for the squeamish.

No mercy, no humanity, compassion so rare. 

Crimson blood flows relentlessly, creating such despair.

A profusion of terror fills the streets.

Hell rages approximating a torturous heat.

My head bursts like a satanic eruption.

Why does this sickly war have no gumption?

The cries of the innocent completely unheard.

Lines of reality now totally blurred.

My heart is aching with all the lives lost

at such a devastating, overwhelming cost.

We’ll see that day when the sun will shine.

We'll taste freedom and guard it this time.

Tumultuous Memories

Tumultuous memories

clawing at my body,

scurrying around in my mind.

Like ants, slowly devouring my brain.

Eating away at my being while

burning my thought process.

Hurtful, broken recollections

invading my thoughts.

There’s this chain tied to me,

a chain of broken memories.

Memories of love and hate,

ones that I can never replace.

Broken, harsh, living in my dreams

Get out of my mind

You are killing me

with memories I ache to destroy.    

They twirl in front of me

repeating, repeating.

These painful broken memories

will forever be tied to me.

What is the point

of living in the past?       

Come back, come back to me.

Don’t destroy the present

I need to be me, just me.

Winter Storm

The winter storm rages at the top of its lungs

I’ll give it a whipping with my acidic tongue

You won’t get me down with your eternal thrashing

I’d love to see you get one horrible bashing

The ice the snow, the never ending squalls

For weather this treacherous you got to have balls

You’re wretched vindictive, and spiteful too  

Not to worry you misery I’ll see you through

Sipping hot chocolate is the only cure

Think I’ll stay in my pj’s for the rest of the year

Life Is Fragile

Life is fragile and hangs like a thread

similar to that of a delicate spider web

There is no assurance of how long we will live

or how much of ourselves we are willing to give

Time is brittle and easily broken

so listen to the words your heart has spoken

Let us be compassionate to those we love

for every day we breathe is a gift from above

Acquiring too much can only lead to strife

but take heed of karma in the afterlife

Before our dreams plunge us into an abyss of shattered glass

we need to believe that this too shall pass

Frantically gathering possessions is a useless endeavor

we are mortal and should comprehend

we cannot exist forever 

A Serene Life

When your brain becomes mobile

and the luminous eyes of the serene mind

look down into the hidden depths of your spirit,

you will see the energy vibrant and flourishing

into the tenderness of real love.

As you experience this untainted love,

beams of light will begin to radiate from your center,

for in eternity there is ecstasy.

If you can liberate this glow of love

and allow it to surge through you,

your heart will become light.

The strength will get released into the air

and then, from a place of internal silence,

you will know what its like to be a bird

and to soar into the twilight skies.

Most of all, you’ll understand

what it would be like to be absolutely sane.

Lingering Memories

Life can be tedious and melt into chaos,

becoming daunting at the most horrific of times.

Sometimes, we need to vanish into an abyss of gloom.

We need to untangle the hurt that is binding us

and work through all our lingering memories.

We surface, and become conscious of the fact that life is for living.

Devoid of experiences, we are not living at all.

We rummage around searching for ourselves,

and unearth the fact that we are already home.

Transexual

He hears the rain, the raging storm within him.

The sting, the hurtful condescension.

There are those who will never comprehend

the fact that not everyone is alike.

He mourns his forlorn body, his heart so tattered and torn.

He aches to be rid of this skin

that suffocates him

like an ill fitting suit of flesh.

He needs to be free of this cruel unjust name.

In his dream, his body decays while

his skin disintegrates and crumbles from his form.     

Beneath this all, he is feminine and free.      

Stepping out of his skin to let the world see

that labels are meant only for packages, and the like.

He closes his eyes, floating and free,

glorious in all his finery.

He wakes to the fact

that he still inhabits his masculine body.

With horror he realizes the fact

that it was all an earth shattering dream,

and that he will forever more linger in hell.

Used And Abused

So used and abused she fell to the sidewalk.

Her spirit so defeated, her self esteem washed away with her tears.

No shoes, clothes in tatters, only morsels to eat.

So many walking by, pretending she doesn’t exist.

Dejected, she looks up at me with beseeching eyes.

I see the blood oozing from her arms.

She cuts herself not to feel pain but to feel life.

Jealousy

Jealousy has shrewdness to its face.

It stains the mind, and eats away at your heart and soul.

It consumes you with its slyness, petrifying eyes,

and teeth that will crush your sanity.

It can survive without intelligence and

without compassion.

It eats into the very depths of your moral fiber.

Resentment is like cutting yourself

and waiting for the other person to perish.

It interrupts ones survival, so    

run away from its loathing and harmful ways.

As the monster surfaces,

It will erupt like a volcano,

annihilating everything in its way.

Nothing and no one will be left unscathed.

                                     

Bitterness will never calm your mind until    

it takes you, shakes you, and ultimately gets what it wants.

Rage interrupts ones survival

until it’s able to demolish

and swallow you whole.

His Sinister Twin

His slumber transforms his pain as

he dreams this life actually belongs to him.

His time draws closer as he

awakens from his delusion; but realizes that

wretchedness still surrounds him once again.

He is motionless as he grasps the fact,   

that his brain however is still split in two.

When will he be whole, enclosed within his own awareness?

This terror he realizes, must be brought to a close.

Out of necessity, his wicked twin needs to be slaughtered,

and only then will he have a persona to call his own.