growing up with death…

the young don’t fear death
its face is so familiar
just an old neighbor
who comes into other’s lives
unseen as their visitor 

 

 

dark damp ground…

leading a walk
through
the rainforest
the naturalist
said
it’s always
the one thing
you fear most
that shows up
during these walks
be it poisonous
bugs
or
snakes
and
sure enough
loudly strolling
through
the forest floor
an off course
politician

zealots…

shrouded in hate
a life in fear
fear of revealing
that beneath
the layers of disdain
lies
an empty life
with
only
hate
to protect it
from
being recognized
as
a fearful fraud
destined
for
an unknown
grave

seeking shelter…

these visits to childhood
lucid robust dreams
grow longer each day
hiding from pain somewhere safe
till death’s ollie ollie come in free

 

flying lessons…

those who touch the sky
are those who dream without fear
and soar above hate

 

midnight torment…

night embraces you
in cloth of hidden shadows
with sequin street lights
pulsing through the growing fog
sanctuary for nightmares
moments unwanted
making you conscious of death
and unable to sleep

 

untethered…

when hope is removed
night has no daylight edges
only endless fear

 

things that go bump in our mind…

fear brings childish thoughts
of what’s seeking to harm us
things different from us
we hide those fears from view but
they’re always under the bed

 

death defying…

tho death
cannot be
defied
there are
those
who
challenge death
by
facing
their greatest fears
seeking
to live
an entire lifetime
with
each challenge

 

cross-examination…

 

the chalice was filled
with the warm blood of children
during morning prayers
for they were non-believers
non-believers in your god
your god’s the true one
but does your god fear children
are not divine words
enough to sway young minds or
are you the non-believer