Metamorphosis
Blaring aural projections
Render the ripple-less sea
Into a marionette
Its form twists and turns
At the noise’s transient demands
Making it look as one of God’s reject creations
That can never re-learn stillness
Another Wanderer
Through the Oasis of Ra
With redwood palms
With crystalline water
Another Wanderer Trudges
He begged for the cure
Of his thirst at the diamond wells
He begged for Shelter beneath foliage
And he blanched at God’s refusal
The Implications of Tragedy
Hearts entrusted
To Clumsy Hands
Are Bound
To Scar
The Return of Light
Wells of strength
Run deep into mankind’s spirit
Our collective power
Is within each of us
There is a Woman whose
Own DNA and Flesh
Bore himself into her
But she has grown into a force
Controlled by an impetus greater
than the circumstance force upon her
There is a man who
Despite his own volition
Sees the sun rise daily
But is in constant skirmish with
Handing himself death
Wells of strength
Run deep into mankind’s spirit
The spirit of man runs deep,
dressing his naked soul…
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Austin L. Wiggins, thanks a lot for the post.Really thank you! Much obliged.
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