White Flags

Darkened meadows

Dreamscapes draped upon

Sound shadows.

Scale the walls

(up and down);

You have no use for me now.

Bring about a common enemy,

Searching for the end to suffering,

While engaged in a muffled slumbering.

Excuse the accused,

Innocence is at its near.

Yet, guilt stays beyond the felt,

In corner coves covered in fear;

A hot burning stove,

But outside, mango groves

(they continue to grow).

Destination still in sight, without turmoil,

Posing a threat to abet to the rules left from drained and ruined oils.

Who will take the role of the fool?

The one who will pity the precious parties

and twisted tongues…those who have yet to be abused.

Challenges chased and unmarked schools

(What a remarkable excuse!).

Be quiet, and no one will lose.

However, remember, the whispers in silence

are not to be taken harshly.

Light is found in the lightly.

Do not upset the marshlands,

(Jump off the old bandwagon)

And keep marching…

Unfriendly Strangers

When demons spark;

True colors show,

When least expected.

The woes,

And a childish pose,

Put onto others

Cannot make one stronger.

Brings out the bitter,

Surrounding clouds of hatred.

Negative sounds;

Attempts to shut others up.

“Pull us down – we are not worthy”

You want us to cry out.

To blend into a wall;

To go by unnoticed amongst it all,

Stands without reason…

You will fall.

Burdens pursuits – heading down dark paths,

Unbearable partnership groups.

Standing up for oneself

is not the same as defending yourself

with sharp knives

and accusations;

Wallowing pity.

Here is the unshakeable proof,

Corrupted and spiteful immature youth.

Never real or true.

Friends once,

but maybe never.