restless

night storms fall;

the rains with its

window pane tapping,

fills the hall.

candlelight flame

illuminates

the invisible blame.

pain;

grained with shame –

blood soaked tears

caught

in a world full with fears.

night storms fall;

bullets hail

lost souls failed.

on the other side of the world;

in my town

rainbows shine.

disbelief sinks the heart

and makes us all

a part of it all;

toss a dime

and make it all fine.

night storms fall;

the rains sing

window pane tapping

fills the hall.

candlelight flame

illuminates

the invisible blame.

c.  2016 bgw

 

 

blackened

two bullets and a glass of  red wine;

damp bricked boulevards

fill with pools of seeping blood.

the lamplight’s warm white glow dims

as the world’s blue sky turns to a midnight darkness,

and in these, are the few in cloaked blackened clothing,

worn by their blackened souls;

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands,

and in these, are the many;

spoon fed the ignorance,

took a shot of courage,

and became drunk with power.

smooth marbled whitened eyes now lie in blackened decay.

ideas act like shadows, intentions are illusional;

until we catch the sun and burn our hands.

 

c. 2015  bgw