Passage - 2016/08/24

The leaves tumbled,
Even as they fell.
The wind subsided,
Agony did not quell.

Pallor light spilled,
From a midsummer moon.
A torrent of tears,
Shall be a crops boon.

Below the surface lurks,
Deeper meaning denied.
There it shall await us,
Until we finally decide.

Moments are transient,
Pleasure and pain as well.
Time is the only cure,
For every emotional spell.


Spark - 2016/08/15

The wind is cold and heartless,
It blows with an understated passion.
Silence and solace proceeded,
The inevitable sense of crashing.

I smell smoke yet see no fire,
Though I sense violent consumption.
The universe wages endless war,
On every pitiful tiny assumption.

Senses abandoned for they mislead,
I now rely only upon intuition.
Attempting to claim otherwise,
Is nothing short of sedition.

In the unknown we are stranded,
Naked, shivering and deathly afraid.
Is this how we were designed,
Or simply how we shall be unmade?