Posts Tagged ‘Peace’

hall graphic

I like my quiet corridors:
lonely walls in shades of gray
lined with closed doors,
carpet lit in streaks of day.

Here my secrets sleep,
undisturbed by curious eyes,
Here my words may weep,
and end in unquestioned sighs.

Footsteps come and go,
I listen lying on the floor
Memories so long ago
drift in and out like before.

I whisper into the air,
My name rolls off my tongue,
takes two for an affair,
Alone my soul is young.

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train graphic

A mountain–ice-capped
snowstorm heavy,
We buzzed through on a empty train.
Turbulence,     constant
eery atmosphere,
peace in a holding cell.

We gripped our beds,
the white world shook,
we listened for the sound of life,
No footsteps      nothing,
alone on a journey–
a self-driven train.

Then came marshes, slimy and dank,
green rubbish, putrid
What lurks beneath ignites our fear,
Tall grass      endless horizon
I feel myself falling–
and clench my bed again.

a virus cascading,
walls, floor, a sweep of frozen paint,
Our breath      cut off,
enclosed tighter and tighter,
desperation breaks.

I run for a door above,
they see and follow,
with bare hands pulled away the ice,
Opens       a pair of feet,
I scream, they pull me up,
where was I now?

A second-story to my surprise,
clean red seats,
voices–more people–where were they before?
warm      secured,
I confront the new faces–
All my family there.

I wake confused and dazed,
daylight already,
What an odd little dream–
a journey of weirdest fantasy,
Unsatisfied I close my eyes,
alas, the train was gone.

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Faust graphic

*Imagined dialogue written for class


Dear Faust, my servant and my child,
What have you here, written in blood?
Mephisto came to me earlier and smiled,
Knew human desires are like a flood,
Uncontrollable when once released,
as morality continue to quickly decrease.


What do you will from me, great light?
Darkness burns me like fire these days;
How can Hell compare to Earth’s forever blight?
My soul is mine to fall or raise.


In your head, there lies a thinking brain.
In your heart, little drummer boy plays.
And here, beneath my hand contain
Breath and spirit, worthy of praise.
Can you not feel it–the movement–
Of very muscle waking in the morn,
Walking on stones without ailment.
To you, have your wife and pupils sworn
like fixed stars guiding wayward sailors
Across a tempting sea of sirens,
What other pleasure do you prefer
Then the lovely hearts you’ve already won?


Nothingness is the word I suffer,
No love or passion fills this bowl,
Nothing of the past is as they were.
I have become a hermit troll
Bustling around my stack of books,
In search for more, but finding less
than that of beggarly crooks–
I am in great distress.


Do you seek wealth of fame?
Or something of less humanly claim?


Yes! The second sings to my heart
And cause my mouth to grin.
Magic, sir, sweeter than any art
Inflames my passions from deep within.
I have hit a wall, yet found Mephisto,
A rope that will bear me along,
And allow my roots to once again grow
to the–dark–sun where I belong.
Knowledge is a fruit that I must taste,
Like Eve, my pale lips must embrace.


And when another wall appears
after the first tree bears its fruit,
Will you sicken to its cheer
And seek another to pursue?
If there is none left to harvest
What spirit shall you charm next?
What needless price will you insist?
Are you not just a simple subject?
Learn to love and learn for peace,
Here is where my words shall cease.

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