Tag: art

True Power

I find pieces

Among the ashes that were left

Too small to truly tell

But I knew it’s where I sat

Gathering stories

Making believe

That I could escape

That I would leave

I find pieces familiar, yet strange

For I have wandered far

And with time

I grew to love change

I learned that without those pieces

I’m still whole

Shedding them off had failed

To make me feel small

The earth gives me power

And I, like you, little flower

Have learned to push the concrete aside

Have learned that I no longer need to hide

And I came to know my true power

A Tree’s Memory

She remembered a sky glowing red

Noises in her head

Figures that screamed

Others that whispered

And some that bled

She remembered joyful wonder

Cries of surrender

Stars that wept

Nights when she slept

On a warm earth

Nothing else beneath

No sheets no shields

She remembered before she was this magnificent tree

She was a woman

Wondering what she’ll be

When this earth turns to dust

Who Are You?

-What are you?

I am a human

-But where were you born?

Here on Earth

As if it was OK to question my humanity

Just because

My color is not dark enough nor light

My color is a puzzling one

Golden like the sun

Mined from a womb of the first civilization on Earth

Sumerian

Between Tigris and the Euphrates

I thirst

I gather myself to reply

To the question of why

I am here

As if they had a better reason to be on this Earth

I am here to survive

To touch more than one life

To tell a story of those before

Of how life continues through the war

I am here because I refused not be

I decided it was my right to be free

I am here because I chose to stay alive

And to show

Those like you

Who never knew

A human with a different color

Or accent

That it is OK to be different

Hunt Party | Short Poem

There was a shift in consciousness

A change in view

The monster was a man

Holding a gun at you

You were the duck that landed

Trusting when you should’ve flew

Now you are back to your body

Not knowing what to do

Maybe I am the monster and the victim

Or just consciousness floating between bodies

Trying to find an answer

Of why

Must we to kill to eat and live to die?