I’m a feather in the face of a hurricane, I’m sinking in the seas of sorrow, Each moment I go deeper and the pressure builds, Trying to tame my fragile yacht, Spinning in the vast Atlantic storms, I’m standing on the edge of a ghost town, The dust storm careens toward me, I can almost …
The bleak stones peer from the weeds, Mysterious names carved into their faces, Names of fools and sages, Yet all the stones crowd together, Names of tyrants and reformers, Yet the stones are sorted indiscriminately, There is no segregation among the cemetery weeds, Names of saints and sinners, Tragedy befalls all men,
Resounding silence, Is just the end of the long, Dark tunnel of life? Wind blows through still homes, Windows watch the sojourners, Disappear in dust, Screens connect far friends, Screens give us a chance to speak, Screens distract from you, Darkness sups with us, My brother buttons his coat, Winter has arrived,
How lonely sits the city, Quiet now after the buzz, Of aircraft tearing up the sky, Evaporates in the smoke, The tears of a people, Abducted by the furious, Violence of a demagogue, Stream in the skeleton of their homes, Are they evil people? Do they deserve their fires? It is hard to …
All veins bleed red, All hateful hands cause pain, The terror does not end with the death, It continues with the strife and division, Yamada no sohodo, I’m hung out to dry, The storm leaves me hanging over flooded fields, Closing my eyes is the only way to block out the depravity, Can …
From you I set sail, You send me out, Tossed by waves, For you I yearn, And when my voyage ends, To you I will return,
Kings march on repeat through our dreams, Parading past, our proud patriarchs salute, Our eyes to the sky we see the schooners roll across the seas, Every dawn our hope remains, To sail with our fathers in their legendary longboats, And to trail behind the royal train, We yearn to achieve even a …
Perhaps I was wrong, To look for a signal in the smoke, That rose into the gray evening sky, From Venus’ lofty hilltop, Signal fires often burn a sign, But this hazy blaze kindles no import, Are we to burn our signal fires on our hills, Without a story to signal? Tell me not that …
Homes ablaze illuminate the night, The cries of shell-shocked humanity, Pierce the silent countryside, Driven insane by the burning calamity, We ran too fast and thought too slow, We will never limit what we know, Mankind’s grotesque intelligence outpaces, The capacity to end the quarrels, Men become monsters at university, Trained in mind …
There was a rose in a graveyard, Life among the dead, And to the hapless gray day, It brings a spark of red, No one e’er complained of its presence, It was a welcome guest, Ne’er evicted or driven out, Its petals were blessed, Hope among tombs, Remember that death is not the …
