little pea snail
left a trail
follow me he said
away from those
who misunderstand
the way of the land
through hardship
we make our shell
circular is life
we bid them farewell
Tag: Free verse
The Island of the Dead
one final destination
an Island
only the dead know the way
but the living wish to visit
so that they can see
the final resting place
of their ancestors
and pay respect
but when they set sail
they found they could not return
because they too
had already paid their debt
Ruined Temple
Here once stood a temple
the columns are all that remain
of an idea
that changes
the more people see it
and when they invade your dreams
to control your future
all you can see
is the ruins
of your past
In the sky
they came
to consume each other
and their form took shape
to reveal their true intentions
turning to face me
had fear not been my ally
their gaze
would have consumed me
Lizard
when they move
through the scorching sun
to catch a prey
that cannot see them
because they make no noise
and cast no shadow
Moth
the less you see
the more you have
the light that attracts
is the one they search for
they consume the best
leaving the rest
to rot
Snake
on sand
they leave no trace
for they are not made
to stand
they can move
through the land
Ants
they never quit
their everywhere you go
but you never see them
until
your one of theirs
Rats
their everywhere
on every street
in every home
and if they bite
they’ll make you
one of their own
Spider
woven in
to their web of sin
a string of hope
that leads
to them
Echoes of Life 