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Friday, January 8, 2010

Dusty Tomes

It is the constant din that makes me lose myself

concentric circular staircase, winding towards heaven

winding into eternity

oblivion

a ruse

Ever, ever, ever I carry my soul

Searching

for release

an opening of my mind

buried in dusty tomes

touched lightly

by fear

I cry as I read

Wednesday, January 6, 2010

Awakening with the Sunrise

Tears

inevitable as a heartbeat

fall in silence, fall in waves

Ask me where I find the strength

It is gathered from burdens fought for, revealed

a path illuminated by the starlight

and answers gathered like the dew

hidden in the firelight

flickering in the darkness

answers

You kiss the corners of my heart, easing the tension in my face

gentle heartbeats sooth me as I awaken in the early dawn

sunbeams dispel the darkness

I blush with the sunrise

Monday, January 4, 2010

Hunger (Changed)

She was fair, had a certain air, walked every where, strove to care,

yet the hunger it lay in the streets, yes the hunger lay in the streets.

New faces, new places, they travel each day, searching for redemption, revival, anything.

They have left the land of no hope, the lands of lost hope so it seems, they have dreams.

yet the hunger it lay in the streets, yes the hunger lay in the streets.

Onward citizens, onward, search for the elusive medal, nugget, hope, hope!

Faces of gaunt children, hair receding hope retreating. Down at the bank, down at the store, there is hunger.

hunger in the streets, yes the hunger that lay in the streets.

Then a cry, faint in its beginning faint who would have guessed the ignominy that they suffer, as their hopes fail them. Stark reality, freedoms tossed as they do what they must to survive.

Ho then congressman! Ho then tax man! We have no bread to tax, take pity!

They lay, corpses in their chairs, their lives have ceased as they stare out the window, glossy eyed.

Who will give them breath again? Breath, sigh, their children cry,

On you we rely!

Yet words and tears fall deaf ears, silent fears, wasted years.

Yearning rising, yearning boom, fought for and paid on the backs of laborers, searching, searching for newer and better.

Onward upward bless this house. Stretch forth and cry, enemies of my heart!

I will fight for the freedom of singing in the streets.

Many generations have passed, they knew and took for granted upward progression.

Ignominy they thought could never last, all deserve 15 min. of fame, so they say.

Nameless faceless masses stand
crying hallelujah let us live!

But

How do you carry forward the waters of life, when it is slowly leaking away? Your shelter was built, your life was planned, yet now you have no place to stay.

You wander in hunger, for heaven to send, redemption for what you have done, your fears, your tears and all of the years, you have worked and you've bled on the throne.

The throne of deception, the throne of desire you added more to it and your hopes they rose higher. So you worked and you planned and all of your dreams, they were dashed in the sand on the streets,

where hunger lay in wait, yes the hunger lay there.

Hearts have stilled with the news,

In the streets there is a hunger, a preponderance of insanity as lies are told and swallowed, there is nothing to fear.

No one has listened, who knows what the silence means yet it lingers.

A presence is felt the grim reaper himself, Charon awaits, there is hunger in the streets it is there.

With each stone that falls from the foundation, unheeded, each step in the sand an illusion. Each stone that falls from the walls as you walk down the streets of desertion. Your grasping for something, grasping, grasping...

and the children they cry in the streets, yes their children they cry in the streets.