Ripples From Afar

I am anchored

Here

Apart

From all I hold dear.

I feel your ripples touch me

Even though you are not near.

Floating

Bloating

Fish

Nibble

My

Chains

The depths beneath me

Dark

Foreboding

Hope

I

Stay

Floating.

Photo by:  RichardBernabe

My Sweet Desertification Soul

Adoring vampires

take and take;

suck you dry;

Take every living

Piece of you

Watch the flora your soulscape slowly die.

The life force that sustained you

now gone from your eye.

When the world outside

has taken

you

completely

to empty

and you have

nothing left

to give

When your soul is

Tired and parched

No fertile place left for you to live;

If I could

I'd give you sanctuary.

Help to see you through.

Will the shelter of my arms

and my last tear

be enough to

sustain you?

Soul Nebulae

We

Were born

From

Hydrogen clouds

Dancing with

Nebulous dust

In in a timeless place.

We are timeless

Bound by the space fabric

All of me

All of you

Always

In our yesterdays

Nows and

Tomorrows.

After we shed our vessels

We remain

We return

We reclaim

Our timeless places

Our timeless spaces

Where we are

As one

As we were

As we are

As we will always be.

You

Me

Sad Clown Soul

You

Whom I have always known.

You

Whose soul feels like home.

You

Who feels so alone.

Let me

Be your refuge.

Let me

Be your strength.

Let me

Ease your pain.

All that I have to offer

Is yours to take

Forever.

Artist:  sythesite

Rock A Bye Baby In The Abbatoir

Expectant mom

Giving birth

Happy moment

Filled with mirth.

New born babe

Taken away

No nurturing love

On your birthday

Bleating babe

All alone

Small dark box

Is now your home.

Beating

Heart

Walks through door

Now bleeding out

On the slaughter floor

Bright innocent eyes

fade away

Never to know the light of day

Nor the joys of life in any way.

Not Human

Sad Eyes

Sad eyes

That do not cry

Cowering in corners

People turn their eyes

Away.

Easier not to face

The inhumanity

The true reality

The off button takes away their brief pain from seeing you.

But you are still there

Mats in your hair

Blood on your skin

For no other sin

Than to be born

As you were

Where you were

Afraid

Alone

No where to call home

No warmth to be known

For this terrible crime

No one will atone

So the cycle continues.

Photo by AgNO3x