Fire burns brightly
Behind your eyes
Though to everyone else
They only see the brown.
Bounded flames stoked
A heartfelt gift beheld
Another match to fuel
The fire behind your eyes
Short Valentines Day poem for you guys. Enjoy!
Abstract
An Acceptable Death
I have lived for far too long.
I have fought every battle,
Defeated all who did not flee
And yet also watch all my allies fall.
I have searched,
Blade in hand, ready, waiting
For an opponent
Who will give me an acceptable death
I was vibrant in youth
My blade flourishing in light
But with the youth left finesse
Sometimes I don’t even want to fight.
But fight I must,
Honor-bound and beholden
To a pitiful lord and his child
Who can’t even lift half the weight of my blade
And I have fought for far too long.
My bones, brittle and breaking
My blade dulling and aging
And my third horse dying one the battlefield.
One last strike, another man gone.
No other blade has been brought down this day…
Then I feel hit with the power of lightning,
And suddenly, I fall to my knees.
This was not the death I sought.
A man with a rifle took the last of my strength.
He probably could not see the look in my eyes,
As their strength grows weak.
One final chance for honor,
I am on my knees.
My blade held high and ready,
Before a final blow was struck.
I did not die honorably.
I did not get what I had sought.
An acceptable death…
This was not.
Set the World Aflame
“Be the change you want in the world.”
Some want to destroy the world.
Some want to rebuild it.
Some seek the power deep under the surface.
Some want to replant it all.
Some use their greed to justify it’s destruction.
Some want nothing but peace in the world.
The world cannot handle both sides at once.
Humans can’t last forever if they continue on their unbalanced path of destruction.
Be the change you want in the world.
Either good or ill.
See the world for what it truly is.
Redemption in Twilight
Find yourself calling, falling, fading
Dream of skies clouding, raining, clearing
Asking for redemption but fearing, never nearing
What truth you hold inside you.
Wondering why the world is fraying, warring, graying
Life with no meaning, depressing, dreading
Having nothing worth holding, infolding, whirling
A sight that only sees you.
(c) 2016, Richard P.
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Richard Piland 