Crystal clear eyes
Lips like a bud in bloom
Metallic hair and the wounds

A little sparkle
But deeper still a heart
Throbbing for the pain to heal

All the compliments like questions
Piercing inwards, healing outwards
Every change just a little bit of freedom
For a longing to fulfill

The glory is seen
Fanfare, regale the crowds
A child bleeding for release
All the beauty shattered


Your tiny piece of heaven
Spread your message and keep dry
You’re always right, I know
We need to follow
p.s. space is endless

Every open grave will witness
The sun rises to your greatness
All are equal to your law
Perfect to a flaw
p.s. faith is blindness

A pinch of salt to season with
Ears all knotted by your sensibilities
Your reasons stand the test of time
Beauty so sublime
p.s. more is less

Taking Sides

Where lies the blame?
With governments supporting wars
And civilians bashing propaganda

If dying for a cause makes you a martyr
And dying for a creed: A saint
What does dying for nothing invoke?

Bold states the headline
120 dead, maybe more
Responsibility still unaccounted for

Focus shifts to the world at large
Everyone’s a target it seems
Surviving our daily routines