Bleeding on Shores Far Away
Bleeding on shores far away lie nameless, faceless strangers. Who wear the hearts of someone's father, someone's son, somewhere deep inside them. Wearily they tread through blook soaked earth, strewn with the broken bodies of nameless, faceless stangers, wearing their loved one's hearts somewhere deep inside them. We watch them in comfort through black and white screens, as they walk like condemned cattle in orderly file. We watch their stoney faces that mask the horror of ever present death that dances before their eyes. And we sigh at the agony of war-stolen innocence that has been torn from the faces of those so young. And we gasp at the horrible images that glitter before our eyes under some far away sun. The drawing spirit that has brought them all there has begun to fade, And the river of blood that surrounds them carries away with it spirit and heart to a place that they can not find again. Hot blood of enemies and friends alike are mixed together in the dust and the mud, And somewhere else far away, a mothers hands clasps a tear stained letter, whose words have pierced her heart. And still in our comfort we sit and watch in silent contemplation. Protected unknowingly on shores far away, by nameless, faceless stangers who might just save us all.
Rest, rest, forever rest. Lay your head upon the mossy ground and close your eyes forever in eternal sleep. Let wounded hearts in chests that beat, Lay forever still in golden silence. And souls that dance on winters dawn, Be anchored in absence of eternal heat. And never again to walk the path of hatred breeding violence.
Another Sunrise Gone
I am a writer, I am a poet, I am a romantic. I can feel love like silk between my fingers. My heart dances to the beat of a harmonious tune, And my soul sings like a bird on a dew-kissed morn. I can feel their pain. Flowing like an untamed spring. Flowing like the river that flows from their wounds. I can see their faces, As their hands reach out and their eyes search for a reason why. Their small, frail bodies lie still and silent, In a united warning to us all. In them we lost another sunrise, in them we lost another dawn. (Dedicated to those who died in the Columbine shooting - 21st April 1999)
Strength I Can't Possess
What wounded souls stands wandering here, Amongst burning stars and ebony skies? That dances down endless streets filled with faceless men, And laughs at their vacant grey eyes? What heart is this that shuns the morn and thinks only of the sparkling night? Whose eyes are these that can not love the breaking morning light? And such as these walk through the world, Their footsteps echoing strong. And these are the men who live their lives, And their dying takes so long.
My Soul's Heart
To think that when I look upon the beating earth with eyes whose origin I know not of
I see no beauty no warmth no light dancing in their reflection
I marvel not at their mysterious origin or wonder why or who with such delicate fingers and such a loving eye Shaped the trappings that hide what should be shown to the light In a voice that is harsh and out of tune my heart cries out a song of lamentation at the bitterness of unprevailing loneliness a song with no sound beyond warmth and light
Through what rushing currents of blood must I now swim to get back that time that I could not nor can not hold? It is futile and leads my soul down the aching path to despair over that which I have no control The cool twilight fades and shadows dance in the dying light But nothing moves in the dull reflection of my eyes who see nothing feel nothing