America Under Attack - Matrix7
Darkest hours of the morning
shattered by a blinding light.
Hear a roar not unlike thunder
hear the people's desperate cries.
Shockwaves of emotion tumble
to the ground so far below.
People run and fall and tumble
as twins of iron begin to groan.
Yet again a roar of rage
emiting from a fiery crash.
People locked inside a cage
taunted by the soot and ash.
Choosing death, they fall and tumble
crushed or burned, no choice was left.
Tears begin and vision jumbles
"Oh my God.." is all that's said
Other places burn with fire
a demon from our darkest dreams.
All we want/hope/wish/desire
is wake up from this horrid dream.
Loose the demon from its prison
invite it to rip out your throat.
Taste the sulfur, stop and listen
"Just the start" it rasps and gloats.
It just awoke the sleeping giant
Signed in our blood its own death...
For what this demon has just started
goes Where Angels Dare Not Tread.
My condolences and prayers with the families
and friends of the people in this tr
Lost Without You - Rhyming
Turn the lightbulb of my mind
on, and scan both left and right.
Wondering what I would be like
if I didnt have you in my life...
No more hands to hold me tight
Only endless nights alone
No more sharing hopes and dreams
Lonely hunger gnaws my bones...
No more laughing at my jokes
Only silence echoes back
Feeling like my soul's been broke
Only sadness, pain and lack...
Left out in a barren land
Filled so full nothingness
But then you reach to me your hand
And I see that I am truly blessed...
The Studio - Past and Present
Turn the knob
Hear the door gently creak.
The doorway to imagination
the doorway to inspiration
the doorway to dreams
the doorway to nightmares.
Glide across the studio
toward the corner
toward the glass
toward the canvas...
toward everything and nothing
at the same time.
Take the brush
(type the words)
Choose the color
(open your eyes to your heart)
(type faster, faster!
before it leaves again!)
Sit in the chair
(smell the new/old dust)
observe the work
(read the words)
feel the brush fall to the floor
(take your hand off the keys)
Hits the floor with a sound oddly
like thunder. Disturbing the silent
sanctuary of this place.
Select the perfect frame
(Which category to submit?)
That one...in the corner.
Oak inset...hand crafted..velvet mat.
(Hmm....Emotional I think)
Hang it on the wall for all to see.
Hesitation...is it good enough?
More Than The Whole
Minute details of your soul
things nobody else can see.
The freckled nose, the tiny mole
the way you glow when you're with me.
The twinkle in your emerald eyes
like starlight in a favorite dream.
The soothing music of your laugh
like water in a lazy stream.
The fact that you have perfect hands
that hold to mine so tenderly.
The dreams we share of distant lands
the "I love you's" when no one sees.
Holding hands under the desk
I see the pieces of your soul.
And as I listen to your breath
I see that you are more than the whole...