Cliché!

A fun write that came to be in a comment on a blog of a lovely lady. She is a great writer and busy tackling life in her many ways.

Cliché!

Not your average knight
in shining armour
drawn by sweet scent
of the helplessness
and stagnated feet.

Are you okay?  

The Cliché

Can you get up?  

My body,
it stops the mob
of blind and dysfunctional
from trampling a woman
with her hand
weightless in mine.

I got you. 

Déjà vu!

Breeze of silence. 

Just in time
to become a memory
inside future scar.
A smile enlightened
with the words
of gratitude.

Thank you, I’m fine! 

The Cliché

Journey continues. 

For your not
so typical knight
left behind
in dull armour!
It was the event
of a lifetime.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Styx Flow!

Such is life and the words that are cried across the keyboard. I think coherence isn’t part of this.

Art by H. Koppdelaney

Styx Flow!

I need to spread my wings
and learn to fly.
If I want to visit
you in heaven.
through pillars of stone
one’s final journey started.
Carried by crippled crows
we watch your vessel
taken away by Styx Flow.
The fee of liquorish and cupcakes
And candles lit to light your way
We say farewell
to a great mother,
never complaining.
A loving grandmother,
never asking.
And the rich great-grandmother.
that always held a smile.
leaving behind,
parts of the heart
synchronized to form a whole.
Waves of tears, the shores flood.
Helping you to set sail
to find your peace and lost love.
Thanking you
with great respect
and sadness.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

Terror Struck!

Trembling Terror
covering the heavens
raining down the blood
of innocents.
The Hammering fist
protest with strength
hanging those to the walls
with nailing fingers
who (also) preach hatred.
Pointed to the faults,
differences of a plea
with prejudice.
Words, sharp razors
cutting the air
silencing the weak
their side
of a multiple truth.
Suffocating,
become the bloody streets
of a once free world.
we slash through
the veils of fear,
misdirection
to find back our way.
Terror for terror.
Where there should be
Love for Love.
I want to bury the hatchet
instead of the flesh
and bones.

©Ranting Crow2014-’16

This is just something I wanted to write. The whole issue that is staining the world is taking on crazy and large proportions and start to effect those innocents around us. I am happy to be able to talk openly and learn from friends and a lovely lady on this. Princess, I thank you.
ANd then there are also the hate crimes that should stop. We are better than this, right?

Thought of the day! August 22, 2016

To sprint ahead with thoughts. Will you follow?

A human heart should be one of an athlete!

The simple thought behind this is that an athlete does not see colour or religion. The do not care about these things. That said, life is not a game so it is not about winning. It is about reaching out and draw out the best potential of your fellow human being.

Lost in Thought!

Art: Lost in my Thoughts by Geograpcics

Lost in Thoughts! 

I am lost
in thoughts
of what could
have been.
Dreams
gathered
little fantasies
of this girl
I seen.

Cradled
in a hand

I am lost
in the days
I have lived
so long ago
fathers
worried
expectations
for this girl
to grow

Smiling
innocence

I am lost
in the happiness
of the nights
you’d wept
hearts
silenced
before the sun
of the girl
who slept

Screaming
pain and sadness

I am lost
in nightmares
to keep me
awake at night
my hands
that carried
her one last time.
My little angel
taking flight.

Fallen
in silence and darkness

I am lost
in thoughts
of what could
have been.
Emptiness
of where was a heart
with tears
washing away
the smiles.

Hiding in corners
from the world.

I am Lost
In thoughts
missing you!

©Ranting Crow2014-’16