Moments

Now

A Being in Time

The eternal instant

A single breath filling the lungs

 

With the setting sun

Murmur voices of the past

Beckon with Acidic charm

 

Oh life!

Sojourning to revelation

Willing to the road ahead

A veil with no confidence to know

 

Past grey clouds

And the blackest of earth

Remains the seed of mystery

Fragile in Fall

A silence cast over her face

Full heartbeats carried away to fall wind

Mouths pressed wide with joy

Now lay sullen

White laced curtains wave

By the open windows

In the empty room

lies the vacant cradle.

Tattered leaves

Fly soft over deadened ground

High clouds steal the sun

Empty arms

Cannot hold any longer

A precious fragile thing

 

 

 

 

Longing

The shop window reflects

tailored suits,

and souls

that have grown cold,

By bear and bull.

As they sleepwalk

They long for

Untamed fields and

Quiet streams.

 

el monstruo

kerosene soaked cloth

wrapped over sticks

Lit in Flame

three-pronged

sharpened steel

seeking through the Night

the festering Evil that lies there

that thing is not one of us

the deformity of its being

requires vanquishing

give it no pity

no warm affection

Kill the Abomination!

it possesses nothing holy

nothing of virtue

they will find it

send it back to Hades

do not Look

at the downcast eyes

disfigured flesh

anguishing groans

as it is torn limb from limb

its miserable heart possesses nothing but malice

in blood soaked and tattered clothes

They bind it to the wooden plank

its demoralized soul puts up no fight

it surrenders body to the flame

They burn it slowly over an orange glowing Fire

Mob roaring in satisfaction of their victory over evil

the weak pathetic creature with head bowed

begins to die the gradual torturous death

with contorted face it looks out

for one in mourning

only to find rage filled, scornful faces

surrounding it until eyes forever close

to not let Summer fade

we carelessly move as

flowers blossom

colors vast

greet sun

gentle rains

stirring green

they will wane in fall

aroma slipping to decay

leaves burst radiance

before cold winter winds

create descent.

memory remain

opportunity wake

beckon hearts

to Summer