Month: April 2017

Journey

What a bitter spoon of honey

what a sweet bit of pain

like the ones that came before us

all the ones without a name

like a fire in a forest

then a hollow in a grave

once a throat infected chorus

singing misery and shame

once a sea of empty vessels

sailing blindly in the night

once an army of destruction

now a panoply of lights

what a bitter spoon of honey

what a sweet bit of pain

they say that life is but a journey

and i’d have to say the same.

 

 

Spirit

there’s a ghost outside my window

she’s calling out to me

i hear her crying

her spirit is dying

she doesn’t know what to believe.

there’s a ghost outside my window

i can hear her mocking me

she cackles so loudly

she rages so proudly

she rattles the faith within me.

there’s a ghost outside my window

she’s staring back at me

I can see in her eyes

all the tears she has cried

why won’t she say something?

I said goodbye to the ghost in my mirror.

Together we found her the light.

Now that she knows the way

She’s no longer afraid.

She’s no longer a slave to the night.

 

Easter

I walked in a line with a gun by my side.

I looked wherever they told me.

I repeated their words.

I inflicted their hurts.

Til the day something broke from within me.

 

I lied at the bottom of a stale broken heart.

My stare became vacant and fried.

Silent was I

So confused though I tried

Til the day that I heard the voice calling.

 

I burned at the stake then I danced in the fire.

I saw what I wanted to see.

I battled the rage

So consumed with the pain

Til the day that I stopped thinking of me.

 

We walk in the light without fear of the night.

We create the world we want to see.

We tell our stories

To speak of the glory

We know that the second is coming.