Mars Ascending

JL

Rock of ages

Our modern day sages

We hang on to your every word

Even what is unheard

Some give us glitz, others glamour

You strip away our armour

But still we are ever so keen

Witnesses to the unseen

You were standing 

At your front door

Its surreal  to think you might live 

In a cottage on the north shore

We all miss you

Though the years come and go

All the kids still want to 

Bask in your glow 

You left us unprepared

From your gilded cage 

Aimlessly enduring

Killing continues to rage

Struggling to understand

Reasons of the insane

Fill the poison chalice 

Prize was your fame 

Change is hard

Peace elusive

Can you

Imagine 

A Girl

Without a word

Or a single touch

Meaning is clear

Intent not so much        

Our worlds

Collide and repel

As hearts drink

From this forbidden well

I’ve seen you shine

I’ve seen you slumber

Your despair 

And your hunger

You never looked for me 

 Despite what we shared

Your indifference 

I wonder if you ever cared

Your mind howls

Stand firm I must

With no regrets, or recoil

Still there is no trust

A bitter honey

Flows from this hive

Heart long been dead

And yet you are alive

Story’s over

Day is done 

No four leaf clover

No ones won

I

I am 

I am not

I think 

I create

I know it true

Lies will bind ties 

Elusive key

Mystery are we

Alone again

Reasons or not 

Who can tell

What we have forgot

Is man born

Just to die

Is life’s scorn

Just so tears we cry

We run this race

To the finish line

There is no disgrace

To resign 

Breath the air

From upon this rock

Fill your lungs

Toast the hemlock 

Time is now

Words have lost their meaning

Life’s slipping away 

There is no more feeling 

Bees

Waiting on the cusp

Watching the preparations 

All the bees are buzzing 

Heading to their destinations

Kids with endless energy abound

Others barely make  sound

Some are gold adorned 

They’re almost asleep, so bored

Thunder from afar

A sound not a whisper

Courage in their chest

Soldiers weapon a painful blister

Bees in flight a wondrous sight

Packed like their fishy cousin

Above the cloud they reach the light 

Some alone others by the dozen

Some bees are confused

And argue with a turtle

They may end up bruised

Life can be brutal 

Other bees fly