'In the mountains
God has massed
divine thunder.
Belief can hasten
the power's
breaking asunder.
-saiom shriver-
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How deceitful is rain?
like on a hot summers evening
when the drizzle looks ice cold
but upon walking outside
you find it hotter than the air.
Or when the droplets look like satin
falling gently to the earth
but when they touch your skin
it feels like you'll be left with bruises.
My favorite is when a storm rocks you to sleep
then jolts you awake with a crash of thunder!
Rain tempts my deceitfulness as well
because even though a nighttime storm is my favorite lullaby,
I pretened it scares me to death so that I can cuddle up in your arms
and curl against your warm body, that protects me from my "fears."
Maybe that's all the rain really wants,
to be cuddled up and protected…
but then again, how can you trust rain?
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dimly lit skies, and a dewey, warm waft of air
saturates my skin with breezy atmospheric breath,
in the distance, dark luminous clouds frame the skyline,
like a syndicate of angry politicians after an unfulfilled mutiny,
scathingly awaiting a liberating reprise.
clusters of dark grey sheets loom
behind multiple satiny sheer curtains of microbursts
that frolick beyond the parched brush,
and far away, a crescendo of rumbling chaotic warnings
can be heard, but it's arrival is unknown
and the length of it's stopover a mystery.
still, i am confident as i witness it all,
my mind's eye knowing of the sun's
flirtatious collaborations
in this dramatic dance
of nature's undertones of fury,
and await the show with anticipation.
as i pull in the driveway i hear
the expected yelping
of a 70 pound red heeler/sharpei mix,
his keen aural senses in a tizzy.
7:31 PM 7/21/13 ©
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After the thunder
Comes the rain
After a blow
Comes the pain
After it’s done
Comes the shame
You shouldn’t have done it
Brother Cain
Did you not know
That death is hungry
Did you not know
It always needs
Did you not know
It’s never full
Didn’t you know
It eats him who feeds
Cursed are you
For killing your brother
Start life anew
Far from another
Marked is your forehead
So you’ll never forget
Death feeds on you yet
Why does the sky cry
When I’m crying
Why does the wind howl
As I’m dying
Why do the animals whimper
As I bleed
Why is it so cold
When death feeds?
8' O clock
Knock Knock
Rain tapping
Lightning snapping
Thunder breathing under
Pat pat
See that cat?
It forgot its rain hat
It's a world full of bad luck
Pour pour
Lighting soar
There's no where to hide anymore
Bad luck forevermore
Roar roar
Thunder at my clammy door
Shake me, break me
Give me the bad luck
What bad luck!
I am stuck!
Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.
They scare the weak, you must be strong,
Remember, the disaster will last for long.
Do not be frightened by the western star,
That illuminates my sacred scars.
They are just the shadows of the past,
That tease the disaster's lust.
By the western wind the twigs are torn
My feathering seems to be by disaster shorn.
My time will come, you'll be alone,
But see, if you are strong,
You will not hear the thunderstorm,
Nor the wind blow its horn.
My child, You shall see them course,
You shall hear them whisper the name of yours.
Don't be afraid my little raven, do your best;
It's just the wind and thunder that shake our nest.
Bang Bang!
Click, Click.
My targets fall
real quick,
bleeding (as if I care)
my shells float,
soaking up blood.
I shine like black silver
and roar ruthless thunder.
Silencing the argument,
your lives lie in my hand,
an indifferent one,
a violent one.
-Ryan K. Fuller