Innocense
My first school
The blue sky above
Breaks with laughter
and Innocense
Poetry Drafts
d.r.e.a.m.s
Enticing you an extract
of a book about to be writ
A gripping tale of love and death
No crimes unpunished
No deeds undone
On shelf by shelf
Across the land
I write
you read
and the world a
better place for it
our wildest expectations
One day not far away from now
He will awake from fog and cloud
With mind alert and limbs excited
A rising Sun abreaking hazes
The tempting thought of running wild
Creating life where others failed
Forego the coins people longed for
Remaining true to values mortal
One day not far away from now
That May Come True
Prompted by a @maxmundan prompt:
our wildest expectations
X^3
As the lingering thoughts of
summer fades
the Sleeper awakes
unconsciously tapping
the power of ages.
Blissful winds hunts
the creature small
soothing thoughts
through barren
landscape.
The one way depicted
in paintings of old
The second a guessing
a coming fortold
The third merely there
to matter the fact
No matter what
X marks the spot.
this plague of mine
As I laid there in the corner
with your shadow hovering
I recalled the days of glory
before the ancients came.
RAPE.
RAPE.
I told you it was RAPE.
No hiding from the truth
your actions were my
spoiling.
My innocense the
candelabre rocking
the eternal fire now
diminishing