Inspired by Charles’ post: From the Vault, Man of Verse or Volume, I found myself drawn to one of my favorite trios. (Yes, three steps back when I’m supposed to plan on going forward – what else is new).
The Smoke-Filled Soul
Gray chokes orange-yellow as raids rip through their serenity
Siblings sworn to protect, attacks deflect, gone – improbability
Repose now lost, pure instability.
Quinton the Quintessential paves the way towards new family
Parents with talents, knowledge of secrets bring sweet harmony
Of balance, new live, and discovery.
Monsters in the mist appear, suns’ rise ‘til twilight, taunt and jest
Cursed memories, longings, and questions about those once thought blest
Now stir up ashes, bring out death, unrest
High hopes these phantoms’ terrors, senseless murders finally crest
While he and the others hiding in view continue to wrest
Control, freedom for all before they rest.
Don’t take for granted what you see before you.
Time and Pain can change your view
What you see fit to dismiss and to put down
Will throw you up, undo you
Don’t assume I will stand and repeat your lies.
You, deaf to all of the cries
While those pierced, un-mended, in red rivers drown
While the Lake of Kindness dries
Behind this façade of reason, so-called calm
Urgently applying balm
Laughing, screaming, I’m with ever present frown
How do you hold out your palm?
No mistake, I will die for what I believe-
Others suffering relieve
Within the confines of this idyllic town
Where still more families grieve.
Don’t take for granted what you see this time,
What’s buried beneath grime
Thrown about because many fools want the crown
Claiming justice, this vast crime.
Call me what you will – your words cannot kill
Love’s boundless cloak of calm, within, without
Even the duality of my being gives you no reason –
Alleviating the wounds where the sword will pierce
Voiceless ones now shouting, a loud voice you think your
Ever faithful fools would abide – Curse your soul!