The cloth

Striped markings on a cloth… An identity A tribe A religion A child marked for death, Marked for life A life marked for greatness, Marked by God A child’s swaddling cloth, Now a Prince’s robe And the hope of a people. Poem copyright protected, and the property of Rambling Poetry, and not to be used …

I am…

I am the darkness in the abyss, the point of light in the sun. I am the feeling that you’ll miss when feelings are undone. I am the void in the silence, the scream in the noisy mob. I am the rich man’s dream, the beggar that you rob. I am a drop in the …

Look at me

Look at me, don’t just see my eyes that see you, but beyond, into my soul where I desperately need you. Look at me, see my lips that long to kiss you, taste your essence, your all the sweet, the bitter, all you. Look at me, at my face, and know that its true, that …

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The dust settles, back upon the earth, dry, barren, covering the dried blood of the fallen; For another’s ideals, we give our life, alive, like a flower, now scattered like its pollen. By my brother’s side, we’ve fought through hell killed, rejoiced, and in another’s name, vied for victory; Motes rest upon my open unseeing …

Change is coming

A wind blows, chilly, fresh, new scents upon it rides a change is coming… Hairs on end, crawling flesh, winds before the tides, a change is coming… Embers glow, fires thresh, the heat and chill divides, a change is coming… Fiery dawn, its life refreshed, old and new collides, a change is coming.   Poem …

‘tender

Fire rages, and bonds break loose conscience cracks, and the Hangman’s Noose appeals to more than just the mind to leave this cruel cruel world behind. Into the night, beyond The Wet Grave the soul soars, rides the wave of the spirit’s high, the devil’s grin; seeing without, reaching within! An internal inferno burns and …