running from a fate too cruel
from a truth too bizarre
from a love too strong
seeking out lunar seas
swimming in moonbeams
amidst the fireflies of the Milky Way.
Tears fall from what seem to be clear skies
and lightning crackles in the borealis
painting the twilight in a new cities glow
the towns of heaven are lighting their lamps
the gates are opening to celestial choirs
and words escape the chorus
circling the diadems of angels
and cloaking the bareness of lost souls.
There's a flash from the Earth
announcing brutal, violent retaliation
to the display far above
as new nets are cast
seeking to catch the psalms
the songs
the prayers
of ages past.
Song hunters holding up cell phones
as though waving to the concert performer
demanding an encore
from God Himself.
But the words escape their premium craft
and the night time pulls on its black raiment
and pins its raven locks with silver dots
that never require polish
and the lookers look on
hearing the celestial song
and though unable to understand the language
the words twisting into sensational shivers
the world feels that 12 a.m. peace fall
cloaking the living with the warmth of eternity
to remind them that "forever" is never that cold.
Sitting in the orchard
under the old crabapple tree
I smell the perfumes of October
in the musky scent
of burning Piñon wood
against ripe fruits
fragrant cinnamon
on pumpkin pies fresh
from the oven.
The Colors of Autumn
graffiti the sunsets
with orange and rusty hues
like the warm hearth
in Grandma's living room
where families are gathering
talking of the winter to come
with colder mornings getting darker
the late-riser that is the sun.
But here in the orchard
as the birds fly south overhead
I smile at sweet October
and welcome her back
for her always too-short stay.
Flicker of a memory
lost in shadows of flowing time
no one sees it as it goes by
the last thought of a dream of a life.
Traveler in a trench coat
that doubles for base jumping
sing out on Black Friday
jumping from the 13th story
look out passer by
look up to the sky
here comes a falcon of deceit
rocketing straight for concrete
flicker of a memory
as the clouds block the sun
atmosphere set on fire
and the oceans over run
sing out for the ice age
it's too hot to breath
Hell's here for the taking
and none of you leave
the jobs for the doing
so stand up and go
its time for the jumping
all memories in tow
look out passer by
the angels are falling
it's Black Friday today
and the afterlifes calling.
Join the Ranks of the Hopeless
sharps the action
One last Little Big Horn
of the light brigade
Make this your final stand
the War to End All Wars
Join the Ranks of the Hopeless
with nothing left to lose.
Fight for whatever you believe in
you have in mind to choose.
This is a monopoly of motive obsession
if you cannot beat them, join them
The Ranks of the Noble Hopeless
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