The Night Dreams Bled (A War Poem)

The earth cracked, shook the bricks,
A deafening thud with a death tryst.
The air pierced by swords and rifles,
Silence silenced by burning bibles.

Lives forced out of homes,
Out of love and out of bones,
Out of care, out of their share,
All you hear are fatal moans.

The dove was killed yesterday,
As shrooms of smoke took over the face of Earth,
Nations bled as people fled.
Scar-let turns the soil of mirth.

The war savage does more ravage,
Until we lead to cataclysmic doom.
My sleep breaks in time for good
And the battledust barely negates my room.

A Word's Worth

They say words don't matter,
But they do.
Ignore all you want,
But the word is true.

Words spoken ages ago,
In humour, angst or heavy blow,
All unite to pierce fine,
At the apt place and apt time.

Words spoken to your face,
Or those behind your back you heard.
Turning you against you,
Word to word.

Words that didn't matter then,
Words you didn't care about.
Words flung upon you,
Now is silence, now you shout.

You act like there's no care,
But the night gets darker,
And in the dark on your thoughtless mind,
Words wage a war,
And pain is all that's left behind.

Words preceded by "no-offence"s and "don't-mind"s,
Those latent in hurtful lines,
Words not meant to be taken to heart,
And words, they're so full of art.

Words pain, words hurt,
Words they lie with honesty.
Words, they speak and words, they shriek
Words, they're laced with mystery.

Paradise

(Dedicated to the town of Dalhousie)

A vision intense, no words pretense,
A placid for eyes, a stunned sense.
Blue peaks through foggy eyes,
The fog breathes to mesmerize.
The sol seldom gives a hint,
Though the sod does enough.
The whites and greens melange through,
To blink your eyes is oh so tough.

A pinch full of dotted township,
Gallons full of paradise.
Creamy frostings on sloped canopies,
Clouds lined with milky white.

My soul is captive of this pearl of eye,
To free myself, I will not try.
Play along, I wish I could.
Had the world not called me home.
Home back to crowded voids,
To scattered papers, to deafened cries,
To shadowy smirks of no paradise.

"HE"

When you sink in blues,

He'll care to save.

And steer your melancholies

to innocent pleasing tales.

He'll stand by, as he always did,

He won't ever see you morose.

He has his woes and worries,

More than you can reckon.

Yet he cares, cares for you to be alright

So he'll fix you, 

your broken will and your broken being.

He's got none who fret for

None who stand a call away

Reciprocals are a wordly scam

And he wishes he was unaware.

His face yet holds no stress, 

No sign of pain.

Not for they exist not, 

But for he chooses to conceal.

He chuckles and chortles, as if a lark.

But within he's dead forever,

His glee is gone forever.

The Tear's Shine

Sinking deep in lonely waters

There's no one around.

My screams render inuadible

Amidst the sounds of your preoccupance.

I lay on my bed, cry to myself

Shrieking for help when i know

They'll not reach you or anyone for that

That it's me who'll drown

In oceans of solitude and in lakes of frown.

The only warmth is of the blanket,

And it is so cold.

But i'll steer through, it's my regular old

Comfort myself that all will be right

And then lying to self seems so easy.

The non-existence of my thoughts defines me,

My sheer nothingness torments.

But I'm a prisoner trapped by myself.

Blinded by the dazzling bright 

Of my tear's shine, in the dim light of isolation.