I often wonder,
To see each other’s faces,
What would then happen,
Or perhaps I do know it,
It’s why our visage we hide
Tag: Poetry
The Illustrator
You, illustrator,
Draw a world where others care,
Where pain shouldn’t be,
You tend to society,
Make a place I want to be
For Your Words
You are near and far,
Desire grows while away,
Wanton for your words
I Hold Back
Filled to the hilt with raw creative energy,
I hold myself together at the seams from bursting forth,
I hold back my itching palm as it beckons the pen, the brush, the paper,
I hold back so there is more for another day,
This energy needs release,
It will find it’s way out slow and easy
Guarding the Sanctuary
Heart heavy as hallowed space is again desecrated,
Spilling blood at worship,
Taking life before it’s due,
To feed the hate machine
–The machine churning out young angry men,
To do its bidding,
Placing blame for economic shame,
Hardships, losses
On those who have no input,
No contribution to another’s plight,
But hate blurs
And conspiracies abound,
To feed, feed, feed, the machine,
For she is hungry,
And hate only breeds more hate,
And soon more will be shed,
Until the machine is brought to heel,
But it’s inner workings are a maze,
Of white supremacy, antisemitism, islamophobia, vengeance seeking,
All vying to make their bullet marks,
Where heads are bowed and guard is down,
Where peaceable minds are taken advantage of,
And turning the cheek is being abused,
Our sanctuaries are fortresses now,
Guarding from unknown,
as yet to be hostilities,
We come to worship peacefully,
May it be in peace;
And for those lives lost,
may they be at peace.
The Siren’s Love
She sings ever so softly
Some might call her a monster,
But she knows only love
In it’s deepest forms,
She does not wish to cause pain
To confuse
It is to love that she does obey
And she sees her love from a distance
So close,
And yet…
So she sings because she knows
This he will hear,
This may make his heart swoon,
Despite the odds that keep
Them at a distance,
The others could never understand
The feelings that a bare song evokes,
The way it makes his heart flutter up into his throat,
And this is what it’s meant to do,
Make the one you love
Too love you
But she wants love not against his wishes,
She wants his love
But not by trickery,
She wants him to fall in love
With the siren
For the very beauty
Of her, and her song
She of Letters 