POETRY ROCKS eZine

I stumbled upon the Great Wall of China,

Her beauty petrified me.

The old decaying stone,

Soft and ever so silky.

A giant meandering snake,

Implanted on the surface.

She came alive,

Moved, shake, and shifted.

I fell in love.

Mike and Ethan

Lifeless wondering, 

A mathematician’s secret formula.

Rotting corpse,

Faint light at end.

Face torn,

Blood spilt,

Formula corrupted.

We left for the dead,

Fought for the living,

Fear pulsed in our veins.

Tainted bloody hands,

Washed with blood,

Survivors?

Civilization?

Where did we go wrong?

Barricaded in my mind,

Unable to break the surface,

I found my anger,

I found my corruption,

Because I killed,

Because I destroyed,

Because I devoured,

The living.

Myriad colours, flashing bright

A rainbow of hues that give no delight

To some, yet to others is astonishing

I ask myself what do I think, what do I care

And I tell myself, I wish this person didn’t share

But what could I do to understand such abstract thought

I am incapable of understanding

I am incapable of emotion

Why can’t you understand that notion?

The wild outback
Reminds me of football
With tough and angry buffalo
The fire-red in their eyes
But the buffalo cannot get me
Because I have gotten a touchdown
As the heat of the wild gets to me
I begin to sweat
But it’s worth the points

I may not be a scientist,

Emotions overwhelm her,

They don’t have cures for deadly diseases,

Slither through her veins,

The scroll is tattered and torn at the edges,

Seep through her skin,

Have they found it yet?

Clouds slip in front,

Nuclear explosions going off in the distance,

Calmness, delight.

Under my bed there is a dust bunny

Under my bed there is a dirty shirt

Under my bed it is dark

Under my bed everthing is apart

From sea to sea,

It all shimmers terror,

Corruption brought this,

From the mind to life,

Why?

Emotionally attached,

We ponder thoughts,

Upon which we build our civilization

Yet To be brought to rubble

By greed, jealousy, and above all else…love

Under my bed there is a box full of candies

Under my bed there is a teddy bear from when I was five

Under my bed there is a scrabble game

Under my bed there are 2 unmatched socks

Under my bed there is a pair of pants

Under my bed there is a baloney sandwich

Within these walls

Psychotically plotting escape

From the haze he dissipates

After the rain….

After the rain, tears were not shed

After the rain, a new beginning came

After the rain, the sorrow had washed away

After the rain, there was no sadness

After the rain, there we sat

After the rain, we still remained…. But soaked to the bone