South Bay

Thunderclap in the distance,

An awe-inspiring calm

The crabgrass and sea brush

ever bending with the breeze.

“No Wake” the sign protruding slanted from the surface

with a crane perched and neck huddled,

the sign serving its purpose.

Wings spread and head raised,

the crane wakes with the incoming tide.

The marshland dense with tall grass

Becomes a sea within another

Every time the wind sighs

The morning travelers

Pair of sparrow

Pair of finch

The sun has barley risen an inch!

Darting in jagged form

Acrobats in flight

Making all haste in a boundless commute.

The gulls make the rounds

Instilling further life into the breeze.

Business as usual on the bay

and intertwining seas.

Nation of Abomination

We are a nation of abomination built through greed and markets temptation.

All our action lacks illation sold our souls for shallow sensation,

Blind to all manipulation done by so many corporations,

How they bleed us for medication the profit margin cause for inflation,

They love this globalization to gouge the sick of African nation,

Counting the revenues in jubilation vacuuming a billion for vacation,

Profanity in numerals death toll in elevation the government suffers from lobbyist incantation.

The suits keep up a confrontation over the 6^th amendment and abortion

Though they come to no resolution they serve their purpose as noise pollution

Pharmaceutical and insurance institutions left to miser without regulation

Money has bought out moderation, so the public values little contemplation that’s why it’s our excessive nation of

alienation and abomination.

Retrospect

Who would have known, it was all in a play

as the walls came crashing down, in that absurd way
The pussy and locust that lied to your face
and you could see where you would be, and who would take your place
Sit for a calm moment, in the cool meadow
the soul is mellow when the mind is clear
the one existence where you couldn’t smell your fear
You wanted to melt, mending with the wind,
but a tightness of the throat, and the shedding of tears begins.

A world made of images, where you didn’t seem to fit in
You crack the door to the light,
but it was the unpopular sin
So what you saw was in you, and it ate you from within.
the dark water that surrounds, when in a battle you can’t win.

All that’s left now is ashes and soot, maybe more wretched than before

Shadows that were tearing at the egg shell skeleton, are finished devouring its sin.

The ground crushes under foot, like scenes after a fiery war.

The only way you could tie, is if you died, but kept the blood from spilling thin.

The mind when it shatters doesn’t make a noise

But the numbing pulsation begins.

They won’t understand your stories, or believe the scars,

For they cannot understand captured by their own earthbound wars.

They can’t see the shadows, with the light that blinds,

The light prevents all to see why you may fall,

That light on the other side of the wall.