I don't think I ever cried,

as hard as I did

when it was revealed...

Redbeard

was only a young child

who died at the hands

of his best friend's little sister;

only for his bones

to be found

years later,

by his best friend's

new best friend.

I was so terrified of the green, slimy seaweed that seemed to grab my ankles on the sandy coves of my youth. Foolishly, I thought they would become cognizant and pull me down below into the murky blue depths. I would jump and flee, but they would follow me and sink into the indents my feet made on the wet sand.

But maybe the seaweed was trying to tell me something. To show me the world it so cherished and nurtured before

it

fell apart.

Now, I'm afraid of what man-made detritus might pull me in.

Like a river flowing

Like a mind bestowing

The current came, and sweapt

Just like the dreams I'd dreamt

I lost touch with the light

Forgot how to fight the fight

Was forced to run far from home

The creature who was best left alone

Time rolled on in courageous waves

I had stopped counting all those days

Without a worry, without a word

The demons deep within me swerved

I lost control of my control

Forgot the promises I once told

There was no room to measure

I'd gotten swept under the pleasure

Choices came, and choices left

I lost the things my heart once kept

When the tides rose, I fell too deep

From every height, I'd learned to leap

Now I keep my hands well tied

For reasons I try to abide

From there to here, I left behind

The troubles of my worried mind

Now I sit, with arms wide open

Moving beyond the choices I had chosen

The future has never looked more bright

So I count the stars, cause I'm alright

Just one plea of stern advice,

Leave your worries to the wise

Seek further then your own thought

Cause there is more than what you've got

riddled with stained pages,

half cracked verses,

smudged text,

dismembered metaphors,

frowning similes,

and the very best of intentions

are the words my soul speaks about you

and the poetry my heart writes to you.

Gemnah Maley Bray

There are mountains,

Deep seas, dried fountains

The steps across the ocean floor

And every day another door

That closes while a window opens

To release three birds. It makes no sense

To traverse the woods of fallen trees

Or to try to break the gentle leash

That ties us to this barren earth

So drown your sorrows in chemical mirth

Or polish your little shoes with some of the acidity

That falls. And wear what's threadbare specifically

Release identity, forget the names of enemies

Settling and moving, making songs and cages

To imprison and to release the birds into the sun that rages

Under a yellow shroud, through quivered halo of undying heat

This is the place where the unspoken dreams and nightmares finally meet

The city prisons shake.

The sidewalks crack

As the rocky layers of earth beneath shift.

What has been for years is destroyed crack by crack and plate by plate.

The dusk is melting away, making room for a new Dawn.

No mortal can hold it back.

It's coming

and they know it

It's everywhere

It's in the air

People breathe it in

The words of the people tremble-

their march becomes bloody

Yet their voices rise still

Chanting the words

justice and peace.

Using their words as weapons-

For it is the trembling words that cause

the shaking of the earth.

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There are those who don’t know what to do with old age

They become frightened when their body respond with aching bones

Those are the ones that only want to stay young in soul and memories

Tasting their own mortality,

They run away to their long lost dreams

Hoping that it acts as a fountain of youth, returning to their true passion that escaped

Love is the means to the end and the beginning of a story.

Maybe the story is a mystery or maybe it is a tragedy.

The end of the story may end on a high note

Or their world will come crashing down around you.

Love is strained and hurtful

Love is daring and fruitful

Love is putty in the hands who can wield it