Written words on everything else.
spirit wanes,
underneath
a wave of stars;
dropping low,
searching amongst
the most
lonesome hearts.
light lets out,
dark creeps in,
no resistance;
just one
brave bolt
left to quiver,
destined to send.
rushing foward
into life,
piercing through
thick of night;
per chance
my arrow
might…
find you.
the gates of winter
maintain a frozen distance
where cold depths remain
Shortest day,
hunts the night;
buries the
suppressed sun.
End of light;
longest black,
stretched shadows run.
Stay the heart,
exhale exhausted;
vague are the days
that haven’t begun.
Our lowest point;
echoes the ancients,
bend time —
become undone.
the winter is cracking,
the streets are ensnared.
a crisis of cruelties —
wrapped in a flash bang flare.
truths have been learned,
lies have been told;
we’ll think with our minds,
but decide with our souls.
public on notice;
we can make our own news.
the fires that guide us,
are the freedoms we pursue.
I told myself
they do nothing
So I did nothing
I told myself
they’re all the same
So I just complained
and blamed
never once
questioning the frame
and now they
kill in my name
hardship evergreen;
a sky rises within me.
breaking through
the toughest rock;
all of life’s thirst
satisfied by
a single raindrop.
write a poem,
give birth in the dark
sell secrets,
hidden in your heart
fasten knives,
bladed death sharp
cut out stars,
to spark ardent art
war consumer,
bought and sold;
baby boomer,
beyond control.
oil assumer,
profits in bold;
death diffuser,
world catches cold.
deadbeat doomer,
gilded in gold;
embalmed abuser,
heads gonna roll.
failed-state groomer,
petty and old;
wealth of tumors,
as countries fold.