writings – Page 2 – Stranger Paths

Freewill

I often forget that I have a choice

I let the radio choose what I listen to

And let the TV feed my brain

I am wasting my freewill, angels must think I am insane.

#Human

Thanking You

I’m shocked to find such treasures

On a bright screen

In a dark room

I satisfy my pleasures

Blogs full of thought, I found what I sought, and I try to thank you for what you wrote

With a short comment, a short note.

Thank you.

The Wide Eyed Girl

The wide eyes blinked

It was over

The war has engulfed the pond, the garden, and the moon

It wasn’t her choice

She smiled

Too young to worry, too old to cry

The wide eyes stared at a green leaf, among the ruins

The birds might come back

She poured what’s left of her water on what’s left of a tree

The apples will grow!

(A little darker than I usually write. That is because it was inspired by my life experience…)

Poetry Blogs

In a treasure chest only my eyes can see

I hide things that make me, me.

There you’ll find treasures of my own

poems too personal, drawings so imperfect, and sand from back home.

But here (in the blog world) I find chests open wide.

So I throw the key and join the fight.
#NewBlogger

Monsters

I see monsters in the park, impatiently cursing the sun missing the dark.

I see paws digging beneath a stone.

Tail wagging so happy to find his old bone.

While his owner impatiently waits to make the drive back home.

Small

The ripples in my glass of water were my proof,

There are little creatures that I can not see…

There are small things, smaller than me!

But here I stand on my kitchen floor

so much bigger yet feeling so small.

Vision

In a dream I came to know

Of what is above

And what is below

Of creatures dark and ones that glow

And I heard the earth crying out to the sun: “burn them all, rid me of this plague.”

Then I woke.

The Savior

“He will save us, don’t you worry,

loving and strong, the hero will return.”

The priest found a way to calm the crowd

So they stood still as their town burned to the ground

“Will he rebuild my tree house father?” The boy wondered

“He will make you a new one, a better one, in heaven!”

But the boy wondered if he can find the way to heaven through this fire.

“Father, do we have to see hell to enjoy heaven?”

The priest said loudly: “HE WILL SAVE US!”

But everyone was gone.

The flame surrounded the red eyed man.

And the boy stood still as the fire engulfed them both.

Answers

I have found the missing key,

but where’s the door?

I have found a key,

I don’t know what for.

Just One

I am but one voice lost in many

I shout when I can

But I doubt that I am

More than a voice in a world of plenty.