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Everywhere I look
and see,
there is judgement.
On every face,
smile,
grin,
pair of eyes,
there is judgement.
In every push,
every word
and written note
or media post,
there is judgement.

And I ask,
"why?"
to the light within my heart,
but a different voice answers--
one of hatred,
and evil.
It told me of a tree
that offered good and evil,
and that evil has since cursed the hearts of many
and lives inside us all.

But I knew, that the shadows had not cursed me yet,
for I held the virtues in my heart,
like a shield against the blasphemy.

So I looked to the walls.
Cement and brick stacked up and up,
was my joy.
For on the walls were signs of color,
and love
and acceptance.
On the walls hung pictures,
of tremendous feats made
by the most intelligent of men--
inspiration that waited for me every day.
And they were solid,
static,
always offering me a glimpse into what could have been,
if good had slayed the evil,
and opened up our souls.

But every day I notice cracks
in the brick,
and melting of cement,
I knew Satan held the upper hand.
He was in every room,
every thought,
and every judgement.

But why should I care?
The walls shall not collapse
while I still roam these halls,

there is still hope for me.

If Satan lurks by judgment's guise,
slowly tearing down the light,
I will be in happiness--

For what have I to worry?
I say, "Let the curse spread!"
Let it tear the world apart,

In 500 years or so,
judgment will be no more

and I will have had the walls to myself.

There is time for me,
but for the future none will be left,

and the walls will crumble.

The dystopian regime
will reign soon,
but when my bones have already turned to dust.

I can hold on and pray,
for the future ones to weep on the ground--
facing eternal judgment,
in the fire that burns below.

The walls will crumble,

But by then the skies will have welcomed me,

and with the angles by my side

I will enjoy the last laugh.
4/17/25
A grain of sand on the ocean floor
Loved by the ocean’s embrace
I am.
Down, further
If I stay broken
I won’t have to get up
to be knocked down countless times

And I can slowly heal, fractured
Like a dark knight.
Down
We share a home knitted sweater
That says, “Love Makes Everything Better”
We canoodle on the couch
Made solely of leather
And we brush our teeth together,
Infinitely tethered..

Every moment
Of every day
I wish
I could’ve been
smarter
Richer,
Just more to be proud of,
But she promised
she’ll still love me forever.

And if her words break me,
I’ll marry the weather

If her tongue shakes me
I’ll kiss her goodbye

I think about the moment when we break apart
I’ve never cried harder

Her tearing my heart out,
Fleeing our safe ground,
Feeling weighed down.

If she leaves some of me would die
I have zero doubt

But a woman doesn’t make me,

She can only take my love

She can only tear me down

But it’s a risk I’m willing to take

Doesn’t matter if I’m only blinded by her voice
Doesn’t matter if I’m walking off the edge of my ship
Doesn’t matter if I fall into the deepest pits of hell

Cause a women doesn’t make me,
But she can still **** me inside

My beautiful siren
Won’t you be my bittersweet bride..
3/15/25
Drift light with snowflakes—
a snow bird invisible
in a world gone white
White | Haiku | 1/5
An haiku inspired by the poem—The Wretched Feather
from Dario Tinajero
Snow Bird
Invisible in the flakes
Of a white world
Waiting for the spring to spark a change
And the winter’s heart to succumb
To a flaming savior’s wings.
Though, wouldn’t it be fine,
For a fire’s wretched feather
To bring the land’s demise?
On each, the Snow Bird thinks,
For every minute’s precious gift;
To deny it would be as just.
And it sings,
In each choice no mind is paid,
It only dreams of new life
For either way,
He shall be set free
And a white peace
shall be made.
3/8/25
Won’t you look over me
While I go down the boulevard
Won’t you listen to the birds
Won’t you, while I walk
Smell the air
Won’t you pray with me
When you haven’t got a prayer
Boy, won’t you look at the sun,
But not too long
Won’t you,
Dear,
Tell me what you think
Won’t you feel
Walking with me
Down the boulevard
Feel with me
Put on your sneakers
And tell me what’s new.
Never mind the rain
Walk with me son
Won’t you,
Search for a purpose
Before you resolve as a fool
Don’t walk away, son
I know you,
And this isn’t like you
Before the crack of dawn
Before your gone
Take a walk with me
Just down the next block
And I will listen
To your heart true
While you wait for the sun to set.
Until the shadows fall
I’ll be there waiting
Won’t you,
Won’t you
Take a walk with me son
Won’t you
Won’t you
Come out
And take a walk,
The sidewalk holds many secrets
But you son are a new one.
I’ve seen metal bikes
to neon bands
From proposals
To a slap on the cheek
I’ve seen children playing
To parents a prayin’
So tell me
Why don’t you take a walk with me
Just down the boulevard..
While the skies race past
And my head still lasts.
I’m a dream that never came to pass
All the while your crazy new
So let me tell ya something boy
Just, won’t you
Won’t you
While this moment lasts
Won’t you
I wonder,
Can’t you
Take a walk with me?
3/1/25
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