nowhere to run…

nowhere to run

balpa dola
asked
several children
from whom
did they flee
each stated
they were pursued
by a devil
that had taken
the form
of an old
crippled man
balpa dola
said
god
and
the devil
live in the same hut
just
as god
dwells within you
so
does his
neighbor

the devil’s garden…

the devil's garden

like each century
before
the last
faint outlines
of fear
are seen
from afar
by false prophets
who quickly
blackened
the shapes
with words
of hate
leaving
no trace
of hope
just
a desolate scene
painted on
a blood-red
canvas
of false promises
where
death’s flowers
bloom
in the glow
of man’s
ignorance

dark chapters #5…

it is so very simple
tell them that
their
god
has chosen you
to provide the way
to salvation
never mind
that the price has
already been paid
those with guilt
great or small
will do anything
to relieve it
even if logic
tells them the opposite
of what you are saying
just say it like
you
believe it
and
they will follow
lambs following the bell
on a road that has no end
an imaginary cobblestoned path
of lies
used to free them
of the fear of their real lives
as well as
whatever wealth they might have
leaving them destitute
and broken
along this dusty road
of faith
when  souls
are parched
their thirst
can be easily
be quenched
by the devil’s chalice
of acrid faith
so that they
will forsake
the truth
and so it was
on the fifth day
of satan

Morituri te salutamus…

Challenge Photo From Jade

beneath these still
dark waters
I rest
in the ancestral clay
a fallen soul
a warrior
for a just cause
a cause
long forgotten
like all
just causes
wrapped in heroic flags
of country
or
religion
my soul
like the thousands
before
and
after
have been reduced
to a few pages
in a history book
in some
i am a hero
others cast me
as a devil
but i was
just a man
brought here
on swift currents
once i was struck
by a child’s arrow
a child i showed mercy
from my blade
but as I forged the stream
his arrow pierced my back
into my heart
killing me without honor
for he
felt
just

This poem represents my first response to  the second challenge series between Jade and I.  As you may recall, each poet provides the other with a series of photos, visual prompts,  from which the poet is to write a poem.  Jade has written her first response which can be found here.  Yes…I know my Latin was bad, but haven’t used it since high school and trust me that was a long time ago.