Poetry_In_her_eyes

  The living dead There's a war going on that's not about borders or rare earth metals nor about greed There's a war in which no one speaks of the horror of the living dead Our silence is our shame the quiet ... a tragedy numb and mum and dumb People have stopped caring about our humanity or if we have a soul Stopped caring about the inner spark that made living feel whole We live in a world that treats everyone the same not as human beings but as machines Is it any wonder we are all going mad The war for the human race came not from outside but with a slow creeping numbness leaving us half dead

Forgetting to remember I am deaf and blind I have suffered through another night without memory or awareness, almost as if I am accepting the void, courting an existence that is neither here nor there but everywhere, my spirit free to seek a home, seeking not communion with a deaf and blind world, finding instead, love in the embrace of you soul

Buen día hermosa señorita Buenas tardes, mi amor Ah, ¿les dices eso a todas las cruzadas con capa? Nunca antes había sido besado por un cruzado enmascarado. And I senorita have never kissed one so beautiful Do you go around kissing all of the beautiful damsels in distress? Ah, no senorita, it is the eyes senorita, fiery eyes that speak of warmth and challenge and welcome. And then there are the lips my beautiful ángel, and the kiss that tell of the heart, how their softness can melt stone like butter, or smile in simple pleasure and the joy of living, they whisper of love and racing blood, and panted breath on long, cold winter nights.

Animal Farm why can no one hear the screaming of a soul as we pick at the fraying edges of our minds and the child inside dies of simple need only when love surrounds us can we breathe inhaling deep the toxic smoke from society fits of coughing haunting sleep keeping us up in the dark hours of our life "hold me" our simple plea love enveloping us as gauze covering wounds as spirits ache and throb from self inflicted misery bandages dripping puss from a thousand cuts  from the glass we're forced to swallow sold to us like sugar coating on pain killing pills more, we swallow more just to survive gorging ourselves on the entrails of our lies becoming gluttons and growing obese on sin immobile from the weight of our apathy we lay in our own excrement and smile never knowing we've already become the bacon on which others eat with glee 

  A feral night unable to sleep my mind creating loops in time as I finally succumbed, completely numb sinking into the deep abyss The morning arrived with knives as sunlight became daggers of insight and pain *maybe just an aching back, Idk* But then the dreams denied came flooding through my eyes my life so hard to see when all I feel is .... us A sense of self dissolving  into something greater than I my only thoughts are three simple words defining space and time I love you  

Tempered Dreams  Soft cries and hard sighs, the world waits as Gaia dies, In our greed we become the beast, hatred for each other will never cease. More and more and more, steel born from iron ore with heat and fire mankind forged Love and pain are just the same it all depends on which side of the hammer you're on Broken and welded rigid thoughts shattered picking up the pieces of our lives One tempered dream at a time