World War IWorld War IShell-shockedMoaning in the trenchesBarbed wireAs foreboding fences. Grenades and gas,And machine-gun fireBlood spilling to dying grassBodies burned on a mile-high pyreScarce rest, where it mayAllow for tired soulsThe War of the WorldIs taking its tolls.And to our withered lands,I say,War, come back another day.6/6/11
VelvetBlack shadowsFormed andNurtured by Goddess Moon,Spinning a black webOf velvety darknessThe silent predatorOf Midnight.Cocooning around me Wrapping me in a Nauseating peace.Linking between A comfortAnd an evil.It is impure,Yet much cleaner than the Very air we breatheIt is cruelYet it is kinder than any Mercy, Or saint.It is hateful,Yet it cares in every possible way.It is my savior.My version of aGuiding light.It comforts me,WhisperingGhostly murmurs in my Ear.My eyes seek Every little detailTrying to bring them into Sharp focus.My tears adorn itLike glittering gems,Threade
Forgotten TreeForgotten TreeCompanion Piece to "Remembered Sea"The forgotten;The flow of the riverAnd The whisper of the trees,The gold and silver of The leaves.The glowing orb of the Goddess MoonAnd the clouds drifting slowly AwayTo the land where the dead do sway.Climbing upwards through theEarthOf their binding tombsTheir fleshless skull, housing no lights ofA mind gone far too soon. Soulless, as they do resideIn the land, of the graveside.They meander, wondering"Where could it be?The fleeting land ofForgotten Tree?3/2/11 MLT
Remembered SeaRemembered SeaCompanion Piece to "Forgotten Tree"The remembered; The crash of the wavesAnd The whisper of the sand.The grays and blues ofThe days.The shining light of the Emperor SunAnd the clouds drifting slightlyAstray.To the land where the children do play.Skipping rope upon the DriveOf their country homesTheir gleeful minds, housing the smarts ofA mind not put to use.Soulful, as they do resideOn the sand, of the seaside.They linger, remembering,"Where could it be?The joyful land ofRemembered Sea?"3/2/11 MLT
To the Moon, From the SunHow do I view thee? Let me count the ways.I view thee as a goddess of the nightAnd as a glowing orb of guiding lightA perfect imperfection of the daysI view thee as I savor your kind gazeI marvel how you're such a pretty sightI view thee as an angel, with heart brightI view thee as an empress of all graceI view thee as beauty personifiedAnd I think you the queen of angelsI view thee as a ruler undefinedThe tales you tell be worthy of fablesTo which we have now, with a new divideAnd to whom, my love, have I been faithful?MLT2/2/11