Opposing Conflict

How often do we imagine oppositions within a certain state?

The fierce competition made more real by the dark colours of black

shaded from the peacefulness of a pale white.

And yet does the moon not show both sides?

Full, pure with energy and pulsating desire -

transforming through phases, morphing into her own newness,

a single moment of prolonged disappearance

followed by that of a prophesized discovery?

And we consider ourselves to be so unsimilar -

our souls poured from the same cast, cast from the same mold.

And yet an angel became the devil -

but an angel still he is -

for who else could be an angel of darkness -

prince of lies and devastation?

And the opposing values, darkness claimed within our forlorn shells -

for christianity is its own opposition -

Separation.

Church vs. State.

Roe vs. Wade. -

And where does humanity come in?

Slow Meanderings

I lay unmoving as your dreams slowly begin to materialize around my hollow body.

And I wonder how it came to be that your life may be more blessed than mine -

yet it matters not.

For whose world could exist if alone, isolated, and unmodified,

unaware of this existence just outside of their homes.

And I find it a worthless endeavor to try to explain this effect you have on me -

for your own world is already travelling too fast.

Metallic Life

The metal rods penetrate into the sleeping energies around you.

For the moon's shadow is bright, especially on a night like this.

And you lay, asleep, the ease of steady breath slowly echoing

into and out of your body.

And yet you find yourself imprisoned at such a young age.

The cold ice feeling contrasting with the pure white energies

contained in the same molecules -

and this is what your world is summarized as.

The crib that holds you within the deadly cycles of humanity forevermore.

Societal Hauntings

I know now how desperately the past must haunt those who can not remember.

For how else do we know the savage acts we once felt forced to commit,

except by realizing that which we once forced ourselves to forget?

Society's Choices

I never did manage to comprehend

how society determines who to deem dangerous.

How can one's morals be judged so harshly

as incorrect against another's?

The false whispers of a forsaken madness

echoing back to the present reality.

For who are we, ourselves, to judge another,

lest we not have sinned ourselves?

I commonly find myself questioning

the ethics of any race

which can place its own existence as supreme

yet shun those within this cast

who place the same glorification upon themselves.

In this universe where all planets orbit the sun,

how can it be so easily forgotten that our lives do as well?

The passing of each second

granting us one moment closer to our own demise,

and yet it's the same story for every one -

just doing what you can with what you're given -

a chance at life.

The quest for love so we don't feel so alone,

insulting God by being too demanding -

always wanting more.

Lady Bug Fly-By

The fire within her wings settles,

blazen red against the summer sky.

The black aches of past days

staining her curved wings.

The restless air beneath her calls to her,

taunting her with whispers of dreams and aspirations come true.

And she is caught up in flight,

not noticing the wishes she sails past -

the dreams of her past now calling forth for recognition.

And she still holds so much beauty in such a simple quest -

to find the next pistil.

Earth's Breath

The earth breathes life into your sleeping body.

The cold stillness of the stars luminating heat overhead.

You slumber, the death-like trance,

draining life from your empty soul.

Energy replacing the particles of dust you exhale -

in an attempt to articulate the pain you create, you exist in.

The world quiets and stills to decipher the sound of a single heart beat -

and she wonders if it is yours.

The simple echoing shrills coming from within the hallowed earth.

And the dirt falls on to your open grave.

Soul's Fire

The searing fires burn apart my soul as I wonder who to turn to next.

The only times I can talk to you I can't seem to explain

the life you left behind, what you abandoned so long ago.

And the more the fires burn, the colder your past becomes,

the further away you drift, sinking back into the darkness,

helpless and alone, your soul left to die.