“Thousand”
Innumerable
stars glinting in your eyes, so
we say a thousand.
Steve D
Innumerable
stars glinting in your eyes, so
we say a thousand.
Steve D
Little candlelights
dance across the sea’s surface,
the sun’s light captured.
Steve D
Red sun rising, a
portrait, though fleeting, it is
captured in my mind.
Steve D
Red flags flown with pride,
A symbol once wished peaceful,
Used to tear us apart;
A past in pieces,
We cannot allow to restart.
How dare they preach while
Waving rags so soaked in blood. Continue reading “Color Schemes – Blood Red Divisions”
The city’s breaths warm
under a sun-dappled sky
before the rains come.
Steve D
He’ll only open his eyes to see the sun,
Visions of white and The Holy One.
His voice always commanding and sure,
Hides his weakness and won’t waver,
When he says nothing I want to hear,
When he reveals nothing, but his own fear. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #98 – Flip”
You call me heathen,
Your devil, Your demon.
All your lessons
Finally seeped in,
And now you’re wary
Of what you’ve seen. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #105 – Heathen”
Overwhelming expectations,
Always lead to poor relations,
Degradation, false hopes,
And lost patience.
Sad salutations,
To mark the start,
Of Farewell. Continue reading “Misplaced Missive #99 – Farewell”