Dark Days

He walks during dark days. Upon glancing up, falls one feather. And then two. Six. Twenty. A hundred. These dark days are never ending. There is no sky as densely grey as the one above his head. Dead horses. Broken carriages. At the corner he turns. And there they are.

One day, the mad and the powerful meet. They both smile and share a laugh. A joyful, burdenless laugh. At exactly the same time, a man in exile is contemplating. What has he done wrong?

The woman in her sixties picks up a crying baby from inside a cardboard box. She smiles at him and gives him a gentle look. The baby stops crying. The woman then brings him home.

One card, a tap. The gate opens. She waits for the next arrival. Leaning on the dirty wall, she’s humming a folk song. Her home is not where she is going. Her home is too far away. Right now she’s just going to her shelter.

Some strange occurances have been taking place around the city of safety for the past few months. These occurances, some have reported, seem to be quite hostile. Three people were heavily affected by one incident that happened in an apartment where they live.

He keeps walking despite of what he’s seeing in front of him. A little boy, his body unmoving. He was pulled out of the rubble and is being carried by two men. An old woman in a distance is sobbing, her eyes deprived of light. All he can see is surrender. One photographer is taking pictures. She talks with a strong accent.

The strange occurances have stopped. Not because they want to, but because there is nothing left they can touch.

He looks up again. The falling feathers are gone. There is no sky as bright and soft as the one above him. The man in exile is now free. He left the world that has rejected him so many times. He left the world trying to fix itself, with the little help it has remaining. He left the world hanging.

For Our Country

Glorious
The kings treacherous
Invincible vikings
Feel the ground burning

Bless us, mankind
Blood spilled for victory
In winter those soldiers died
On motherland they kneeled

When hearts go weary
Ill and rotten within
The powerful will speak
And we’ll march forward
With a desperate battlecry

In order to protect
One will slay
They hereby declare
By and by we always pay

Do not think too much of it
We’re at the bottom of the caste
Whom nobody will hear
Whose arrows are handmade

Disposable
The people subservient
Invisible suffering
Feel the earth crying

To Mars

taking off
wings of steel

dreaming of
certain glory

trail of smoke
from the engine

blood rushing
defying gravity
friction, electricity
sparks blazing
pierce the atmosphere

your head aches
doesn’t matter
you’re almost there
where no man has landed

untouched
feral
unwelcoming
little red globe
hides the largest volcano
our next step into the unknown

Mischievous

Bright full moon
Sparkling ocean
My joyful laugh
Fades to a whisper

Finger on my lips
‘Sshh’
Don’t wake the sleeping
A pair of silent feet

Soft sand buries my toes
Waves rocking a docked boat

Jumping to reach up high
Starry sky
The wind brings the smell of home
A warm pillow

I’m running
Soaring
And I let out my playful laugh

Two Strays

Name your feelings

Identify them as madness

Your beating heart bleeding

Overloaded with aggression

 

The ground shifts beneath your feet

The air thickens as you try to flee

Spoken rage but unheard of

A man trapped in this hellhole

 

Thief and liar

Filthy criminal

Born in a dumpster

Been looking everywhere for a cure

You stab yourself deep just to be sure

were you raised around the truth?

 

Day and night

Scavenging through leftovers

With teeth of a canine

Biting hope to satisfy your hunger

 

Grew up in this world

Little safety, broken order

Shots fired in the street

No rest for the wicked

 

Taking lives is easy

God knows how many you’ve killed

And here you are

Singing your little warrior to sleep

Kissing him good night

Anything you’d do and give

Any more soul you’d kill

Just for another year to raise him right