dreams fall at my feet

and I am walking

I am walking over dreams

that have fallen at my feet

and I cannot see

I cannot see the dreams

that have fallen at my feet

and I am listing

I am listing in reality


over dreams

I cannot see

that have fallen

at my feet

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And god said let there be light,
And there was light;
And god said let there be damnation,
And there was damnation.


The world is tormented;
The ants have gathered their horses;
Bringing out the dark ones in advance; tormenting the world
They yielded for no one;
Butchering any breath that rasped in their presence; they yielded for no one, grasping at
Dreams of a world buried at their feet.

Musing, by A.M. Sophia

Turn Me Anew

Would to steal your arms around me
begging of you please take me erase me
erase my mind of the troubles churning
the boiling turmoil, the inevitable storm
let your words seep into my heart and soul
and let there be you
silence my mind, turn it in rhyme
facing the world, eyes peeled anew
blossoming blue, trampling true
vengeful voices, sardonic sounds
terrible tears,
the heartless heart
blind me, turn me anew
for this moment, as long as it can last
bring me blessings of heaven
sweep away images of hell
take me away from my mind
a new place, a new world, an old hope
grant me this one wish anew

The Lucky Ones

Do we really wonder why?
Death happens to us all.
It comes in numbered shades.
It comes when you’re not looking.
It comes even when you stare it down.
Did we do something wrong?
Death comes everyday.
It happens in our homes.
It happens on our streets.
It happens at our schools.
Do we not realize what it takes?
Death bludgeons; is it a disease?
We stick to our concerns.
We turn away when they beg.
We look away when we see their pain.

Do you not realize what it takes to kill?
It takes courage.
It takes belief.
It takes hope.

They already feel that they have lost everything.
This is their last chance.
Of course it’s not fair.
We’re their lives fair?

Will we change anything?
The world keeps turning.
It’s the same world I was born in.
It’s the same world for thousands of years.
When will the world grow and become a better person?

It steals from us; we stole first.
It betrays us; we abandoned it.
It torments us; we bring no comfort.

It doesn’t take a lot to kill.
But what does it take to keep believing?
To bring faith into this world.

RIP young souls. May you consider yourselves lucky to be pardoned from earth’s responsibilities and judgements.