Mother
From the beginning to the distant end
A spectrum of deep, rich, earthy brown to swirling dust
And in between you grow, reaching high to a burning red sky
Starting from beneath the ground defying harsh conditions
Tearing through the earth to reach with long green claws
Crawling through the brush with sneaky green vines
And devouring with green envy whatever lies in your path
Leaving only green in your wake
Stone crushing green
Green falling from the sky
Rotting in plastic containers
Being trimmed and restrained
And now she will fight because green is anger and green is right
Where flat gray concrete once was, now green fury has spread
Spreading up and across the pavement with strong roots holding steady
beneath....beneath, beneath, but not for long no! Up rises green bringing with it
Yellow dandelions and future poofy wishes rooted with green stems
What Earth's children have built, becoming unmade as Mother rises up
The war fought with stone and earth, as green spills over the battlefield
And flowers bloom and fruits fall, spoils of a battle in an ever constant war
1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8
One, two three four
Who is knocking at the door
Five six seven eight
Lift your chin up stand up straight
Nine ten
Open the door and welcome but please don't come again
Eleven twelve thirteen
I've seen things I can't unsee
Fourteen fifteen sixteen
Please help me its sickening
Seventeen eighteen nineteen
I need to hide I can't be seen
Twenty twenty one
Please please please be gone
Twenty two twenty three
Please don't see me
Twenty four twenty five
I'm not sure how much longer I'll be alive
Twenty six twenty seven
Please God send me to heaven
Twenty eight twenty nine
Oh my gosh he has a knife!
Thirty thirty one
He's coming towards me I'm gone
Thirty two thirty three
Oh lord please save me
Thirty four thirty five
I can't do it but I want to stay alive
Thirty six thirty seven
After seeing this I don't know if I'm going to heaven
Thirty eight
I'm bleeding and can't see straight
Thirty nine
I'm cutting myself alive
Forty forty one
Depression you win you've won
Every year in the fourth day of the seventh month humans send their stars in rockets to the heavens in a starless night sky. The Angels come down to fight off these imposters of light and a battle begins in the night. When an angel's sword connects with the human stars an explosion of light occurs and the star falls back to earth in wisps of smoke and color.
Write the words I think
Never say them
those forbidden words
Tie my tongue
For fear of an ignorants mind
But are they truly ignorant or is it I ?
The words that threaten to spill over my tongue
That threaten to reveal my thoughts
My brain overflowing
With such thoughts of thoughts
Only to flow out through a pencil onto foam
These thoughts I think
Are they real
The veil between the dream and the reality
Or is the reality the dream
And the dream reality?
Do I really know the difference?
Should I ? Could I? Would I ?
More importantly....
Will I ?