A Stupid Poem ~ the end ~ D / D


A time of simple, when imagination is drawn with coloured wax
A time of simple, when a child, can relax

A day gone by, smelling baked apple pie
A day gone by, when everyone in town says hi!

A loss of time along the way, things began to change
A loss of time, values became very strange

A single dollar, is the root of all evil
A single dollar, buys a ticket to meet the devil

A hope remains, to return to a more simple life
A hope remains, not living on the edge of a cruel knife

A faith in heart, believing there is good left in this world
A faith in heart, knowing earth is our pearl

A time to forget, all the pent up regrets
A time to forget, all the sins that begets

A chance to forgive, to let it all go free
A chance to forgive, not all sins can be

A violent act, against a human-being is a tragedy
A violent act, on each other is a mortal sin to all humanity

A prayer to God, in any language is all the same
A prayer to God, because of colour is a shame

A stupid poem, may never make a difference
A stupid poem, written in silent reverence

Ax

Dreaming of a Kiss ~ the end ~ CDXCIX / D


Shut my eyes that I may see, the cause and effect of a kiss given to me
Gentlest lips caress to press, sending shivers my heart melts into a mess
Soft to touch, lips to lips dip, tongues darting out, sultry tip to sultry tip
I do see a kiss a kiss, how sweet it leaves me with this feeling of bliss
Eyes still shut, forever hold, dreaming of a kiss never grows old
Kiss me now, I’ll kiss you back, I believe this is the moment that I wake up

Monday comes dragging along, thinking of that Boomtown Rats song
Tuesday appears out of thin air, half asleep half awake, I swear
Wednesday takes its time but at just the right moment, that camel smile
Thursday is a blur to the core, ring in the weekend like the hammer of Thor
Friday space-heads flashing memes, some write poems of dreams
Glide through the days doing what needs doing, hours fade quickly going

Ax

To Make A Poem Bleed ~ the end ~ CDXCVIII / D


A poet could write about flowers and trees
High atop mountains, low to where valleys sleep
How rivers rush tween canyons and meadows
Veins of fresh water, pours down, oceans swallow
Seven wonders that equal the sum of a minute
Taking in that exact moment of being in the present
Giving in only to stop and look at the stars above
To wonder how far, how far, to go for true love
The gift of a heart is the trust given from the start
Pain comes from the blows taken from battles fought
True love can never come from song nor poem
Whether words written in rhythmic verse or prose
To make a poem bleed, the real must be felt
When senses unite to hear, see, taste and smell
The bloom of natures hold kissed by the sun
Falling in love for the first time, since life begun

Ax

The Final Piece ~ the end ~ CDXCVII/ D


A time it was not long ago, a visitor came as pleased. It began as a tease you see, he made me believe. I fell into his trance and just like that, gave a jolt. Propelled towards riches of grandeur in hope.

Rising, rising, ever so slowly rising, the horizon. Appears a stare so far into the future, an illusion. Flickering bolts of lightning behind a blanket of clouds. Illuminates a glow that turns everything upside-down.

Reflecting like a mirror to show the truth of ones soul
I see mine, staring into my eyes in judgment I alone behold. Hello darkness my old friend, you’ve returned once again. Perhaps to place the final piece and ease this puzzles pain.

Ax

Dreams From Thin Air ~ the end ~ CDXCIII / D


A time that was, careless and free
Pain was an adventure in discovery
Climbing trees, darting cars
Stitches mend, leaving scars

Spinning grooves, getting high
Dreaming of Jeanie in a bikini
“Yes Master, as you wish”
Man, that Tony, he had bliss!

Make-believe on a TV screen
Somehow we believed it’s real
Having dreams of a faraway place
Exploring galaxies, Lost in Space

Back to the beginning of Suns
The vibe of a poets song sung
Embrace me now I beg of thee
Rip me out from this misery

Venture out into the world that’s real
Not in a box whose message is pay to feel
Trapped in a tube, looping underground trails
Where silence wails from metal grinding rails

Fantasy wins over reality when fear leads
Like a zombie on a subway, under streets
Where no one knows your name or cares
Just getting by on dreams from thin air

Ax