Traffic lights have such an easy job
Blinking life away, oblivious
To shattered glass and acts of tragedy
Or signs of cardboard begging charity
Who am I to stand aghast at life
Twisted metal spilling in the streets
And ask the reasons why it all should be
When I could wait in quiet apathy
But I am not a blinking traffic light
I am not a lifeless entity
Conscious to the wreckage we create
I am not content to sit and wait
We have felt the force of passing forms
Ripping through the course of our intent
I can taste the spillage of our hearts
I inhale the putrid bitter scent
Burnt and broken heaps that once were love
Scattered on the landscape of desire
Empty vessels gutted in the dark
Hope that we abandoned to the fire
Sometimes I would like to be machine
Incapable of tears for what I know
But I am not a traffic light that blinks
I cannot tell when to stop or go
Tag Archives: disaster
A Solemn Reminder
Ashen remains lost to the wind
Traces of life now passed
Papers and symbols
Desk chairs and windows
Swallowed in flame
Pillars of hope crippled and broke
Giants we laid to rest
Faces of lovers
Children and mothers
Life without name
The enemy is elusive
Not a race or kind of people
We can hunt him or become him
We contain a kind of evil
The marks are ever present
On the surface of existence
The thoughts are evanescent
How the meanings tend to twist us
Innocence stained deep in our minds
Faith painted violently
Cultures and visions
Choice and decisions
Driving our fate
Ashen remains lost to the wind
Ghost of our history
Flickering embers
Gift of September
Whispers of hate
The enemy is elusive
Not a race or kind of people
We can hunt him or become him
We contain a kind of evil
The enduring testimony
Of a shattered false perception
We are living in the moment
Every life a fragile lesson
Are these numbers a reminder
I can choose my moves and errors
To be braver and be kinder
Or incite a certain terror
Are these numbers a reminder
We can all affect each other
To see hatred in the faces
Or embrace ourselves as brothers