Re: In me there is an endless outcry

Re: In me there is an endless outcry

Peat I was not sure that you were looking for a whole poem. I will sleep on it and see what transpires!
ginga

Re: In me there is an endless outcry

In me the endless outcry breaks the drums that beat all sound...
To flail in swirls of darkened pitch the endless wo....is all around.

The cry is muffled lost to it...the nothing swallows all attempt...
To let all know... the soul it flails through dreamy tumbles...contorted...bent.

In me there was something moving....ripping to release the light...
Through the skin it ripped the worm and showed all pitch that it was bright.

Just as Endless Wo krept close it vanished with submissive quicken...
Endless humming...tendral strumming warmth from truth to all that listen.

Re: Re: In me there is an endless outcry

Re: In me there is an endless outcry

In me there is an endless outcry.
I see the countless injuries committed for a colorful flag.
The will of its possessors bent on control of those less fortunate souls.
We feed them violence with their breakfast, death in afternoon tea.

Insurrection we will not stand, noncompliance is suppressed.
New rules of behavior, conduct, dress are given in the name of freedom.
Democracy is an objective all of you must greet even as we spill your blood.
Upon each and every one of your ancient streets.

In me there is an endless outcry.
Laissez-faire is forgotten, tolerance consequent.
Follow us to your future, bow low broken people succumb to this travisty,
All of you will submit, learn the new world order, that all will start to fit..........

Re: In me there is an endless outcry

In me there is an endless outcry,
comes in whispers as wind blowing
leaves in the corner of a doorway,

the endless buzz of the street light
outside the bedroom window
crowds out the waves of sleep

Regular waves on the beach,
the out cry endlessly repeats
in me...

Re: In me there is an endless outcry

Helpless to Help

The young boy
stares down into
a narrow alley
wondering why
two men
are shouting

He cannot budge
nor catch up to those
ahead of him
for fear he’ll miss
the scene unfolding

A teenage man
joins the other two
The shouting abruptly stops
The boy detects
a machete
swinging through
the air connecting
with the teenage man

He wonders if what
he’s viewing means
torture
He remembers hearing
about cruel events
in dungeons
in prisoner camps

A rental van with
tinted windows races
Two men flee
into the van
Screeching tires
startle the little boy

A red airborne mist
from the young
man’s jugular
pools around him
lying face down


Frozen in space and time
The boy shouts out:
“He’s been killed!”
no sounds
no response
no sirens
no police
no hero
NOBODY

The boy falls down crying-
Helpless to help

ginga