The lost

Before the sea swallows the land
like a beast downing a sheep..

And before the sky falls
and covers all below
in blankets of fire like 
children being tucked in 
for the final time….

Let it be know that we tried.
We were cast aside,
and prodded to go else were
like cows to their slaughter.

We where the hopeful ones 
among the hopeless.
We fought with words instead 
of swords, and we shielded
our selves with faith, and not gold.

We placed our comfort in our back pockets.
Stitched on our sleeves our are beliefs.
We where the ones who had
seen what the world had to offer and
denied it the pleasure of devouring us.

Lost, but not in darkness,
we emerged a people of freedom.
We where the lighthouses guiding ships
back from the sea. 

We where warned of the destruction.
Instruction denied.
Devastation….. supplied.

              _Maxim

Natural Love

The sky will sing
her name when we
walk on the wind.

The clouds will part,
and the sun will
spill it’s warmth over
the length of our shoulders,
and down our backs.

The tress will 
beat like snares
when they sway side to side,
wile we glide over their tops.

Waters shall make waves
in attempts to grab us.
They will crash below us.
Making sounds, such as symbols
being bashed with drum sticks.

The clouds will
anger with each laugh
that we playfully utter.
They will reach out fingers
to strike us down from their
kingdoms.

With each failing pass 
they grown with thunder
to give us bass to feed our
melodic moments.

Nothing under the sun
shall break our love asunder.

The tress shall not break us.
The waves will never take us.
The thunder shall never quake us.

But this abyss,
filled to the brim with love,
and bliss, will consume us,
but we shall dance joyfully into it.

                 –maxim

Overgrown

Why do you keep running
from your fears
like it has lungs
that run on oxygen,
like you, and I?

Fear will never be escaped.
Run face to face with 
what fears you most.
Either that, or 
get chased down like
wolves frothing after a sheep.

Fear runs deeper,
and deeper,
until it sinks you.
Breeder of paralysis,
and eater of life,
one must fight it,
sword in hand,
to defeat it. 

Seek it out.
Root it out
like a viscous weed
in the most beautiful garden.
Left to survive, 
it’ll suffocate, and eliminate,
every flower, and every fruit.
Every stable root, and every vegetable.

It’ll growl, and howl,
until you bow to it. 
Fear,
It’s hunger insatiable.
It will; voracious.

Stand and fight.
Run right into it.
Embrace the unknown.
Taste what it feels like
to live free from fear.

                          –Maxim

Little Soldier

Hold on little soldier.
You shall shine
brighter than your armor,
someday….
but not today.

You must fight.
You shall
slaughter doubt,
and subjugate 
your own hate.

You will know
the fruits of your
labor, and the
spoils of this war,
someday….
but not today.

You sword shall
strike true, and just,
as your hope
guides your  hand.

You shall know the
embrace of your Faith,
someday….
but not today.

Hold on little soldier.
You shall shine
brighter than your armor,
someday….

                        –Maxim

Water on Fire

Do you know what you see?
Are you elated like me?

Bells ring.
Bees sting.
Birds sing.
Boxers swing.

Your eyes.
Your eyes.
They are shining.
Mine are sinking,
down your body.

Boats and waves.
Clouds and lighting strikes.
You and I.

We are rougher than
stormy waters.
We’re more beautiful
than the summer 
sunset over the ocean.

You and I.
Ghosts in houses-
static clothes
on goose bumped skin.

Crowed streets-
faces pass.
They’ll never last,
like us.

We’re forever-
always floating,
never.

We’ve been drowned
so long,
that found ways to breath the water,
and then we lit the water on fire.

                            -Maxim

                                  

Trampoline; Emotions.

  •  I was prompted to write a poem about “best days v. worst days”. I kept thinking about someone who is stuck in a vicious cycle of being really happy vs. being deeply depressed.. This is my creation.

Some days
I live.

Other days,
I wrestle with-
happiness.

It is subjective,
but I feel like a fugitive.
Left to my own devices
I fall into the pits 
that I dig.
They grown as they
devour me.

Some days I feel like
giving in
and letting 
depression win.

Others, 
I decide to run, 
faster than I did before,
before the darkness
that follows clouds me in.

I sprint towards the 
sky to take refuge
with the clouds
and bask in the 
warmth of the sun.

Roller coasters,
Bi-polar.
Warmer,
colder.
Closer,
loner.
Higher,
lower.
Lighter,
darker.

Bouncing
up, and down,
like a trampoline.
Stuck.

                    -Maxim

Bare Souls

Demons in the back yard,
with the skeletons in the closet,
and a Boogie Man under the bed.

We should’a been dead
forever ago,
but I’m more alive then ever though.

I’m fist fighting this plague 
called depression,
that keeps yelling louder
keeping our voice suppressed.

Digression is not my mission.
I have a vision for this world
to be free from the darkness 
that keeps casting curses on us.

Believe me.
The light will win,
and one day we will
live free from this evil.
We just need more people
to take up, and bear arms,
ring alarms, and bare their soul.

                         -Maxim