Burning
Sitting Hearts
We sat like strangers
The largest valley
Between two mountains
A slow deep breath
A back yard alley
A passage of soft hearts
Like a flower, bloom
A twisting refining notion
That the foliage within
Never dwindles among men
So with the silence; bound
There are countless
Verses unspoken
A slow deep look
A burning mess
A road of genuine hearts
Like a flower, bloom
A twisting refining notion
That the foliage within
Never dwindles among men
We sat like strangers
The largest illusion
Among the world
A soundless adoration
A grand prelusion
A path of rebel hearts
Like a flower, bloom
A twisting refining notion
That the foliage within
Never dwindles among men
"The Demons of Man"
I fabricate skyscrapers, piercing the heavens with chrome blades.
I see a world of fire: combusting, incinerating, devouring.
Silence.
The valleys burn red with blood stained spades,
The universe watching discreetly, towering.
Violence.
The demons of man ignite the skylines as day bleeds to night,
The structures emitting a silent roar as the stars lay breathless.
Destruction.
The avenues inhale kerosene, reflecting red light,
The cities burn to ash, dying, defenseless.
Reduction.
As the aggregation of starlight coats our landscape with a luminous glare,
The ruins of a million memories electrify the skies.
Dissolving.
The fires burn out as the moon is relieved of its empowering stare,
The once amplified street pinned under its arbitrary demise.
Devolving.
Once upon a time, when man walked with man,
I stared in the eyes of a world worth living.
Perfection.
I watched as it twisted, tore, became a cancerous scan;
Mankind destroying itself, relentless, unforgiving.
Deception.
As I walk under a sun that illuminates a planet encased in sorrow,
Tears fall parallel to light rays.
As clouds float in a boundless ocean, awaiting tomorrow,
I continue roaming, a stranger, in a world astray.
Perfection
Perfection doesn't always last.
We may wish it did,
but that's not how life works.
It's like a wick burning outside.
So luminescent,
so pure.
As life goes on,
the winds pick up,
unexpected changes occur.
Might go out,
might not.
Just Depends how strong it is.