Samara

Samara May 7

lily

faith can set you free
even in the face of defeat
from shackles forced upon you
by the empire of machines.
so let love live
and seek its power
for the flower blooms better
after the rein of an oppressive shower

Samara May 7

underwater

strands of imperfect love
stretched long to reveal array of colors.
buds bloom through amongst their dead,
remains of a rainbow just out of reach
grand evolution playing the part
passing through time for the art
that outlives us.

the water that surrounds us and becomes
fills our lungs with its weight
even so, air escapes as we exhale
and lifts protected in itself rising
as proof another world exists beyond.

frictionless yet not a vacuum
we become what we consume
but in a water-filled room
what else can we assume
but to fear the unknown
hoping answers reveal after long we've grown?

shine the light of awareness
spotlit with intention upon darkness that shrouds us.
justice is the seed that grows
so too are we who reap and become what we sow.
the might of the machine is matched by light green
that serves not to deprive but to live and be free.

helical thread traversing on the back of time
spiraling through matter to create indifference
satiating the thirst of balance
that will be all ours in due course.

please set me free from the shackles
of this pig-headed society.
free will comes at a cost
to look in the face of what can be lost,
disregarding through life times
surely coming home
to the eternal sunshine.

Samara May 7

prophetic

fan the flame
wick to wildfire
all the blame
to unjust liars
- - -
clinging to comforts-
my thoughts are shaped like death:
shortness of breath,
bringing about sudden sedation;
abrupt cessation.
vanishing back into the collective,
never knowing what it is to live.

reminiscent of the baleful days:
when the plagues sweep,
the emperor sleeps
on the bed of providence-
& there they lay, collecting dust.
- - -
clearing in the sky,
do you ever wonder why
full moon stagnancy
conceals the throbbing moonlit scene?
when can we reemerge from underneath
this adamant cloud cover?
while
waiting for the birth
of the mane in the manger
to blaze the way on earth
and make kin of all strangers.

Samara May 7

pinstripe channels

lonely is as lonely does
bring me back within the earth
kerosene loosely lit flames
coursing like grenadine
mountain laurel majesty
i miss you quite tragically

cerulean blue arctic freezer
one more for the count
another day down
graveward silently misheard

my kindred spirits are the women
that lay drowning in a creek
handing out sprigs of rosemary
and suffocating breathing in
lamp gas

i pray for a sure fire path
that’s all I ask
in my previous lives
i rushed head first
toward the evergreen afterlife
in this i don’t know

Samara May 7

alchemists academy

citrus stripping away the pain
painted across my face
while subjected to a world
of linen skinned
with denim daydreams
laced & lined
in lavender leaves.

rain dance on my grave
where i lay still praying for rain
from heavens that hawks circle
wings cutting through winds
gliding on the air waves
perching steady where mockingbirds
pester with their imitation games

Samara May 7

all in due time

"all in due time"
says the sparrow
walking on the telephone line
sticking to the path
visible in plain sight.

"all in due time"
says the willow
waving in the winds
whistling sweet songs
to the audience of kids.

"all in due time-"
says the blind Pharaoh
"all will be mine"
held up by hands of slaves
to preserve this blood divine.

"all in due time"
says the hero
holding his ground
standing like a martyr
among the bombs that drop
on each and every town.

all in due time

Samara May 7

is it true what they say?

that at nights when you lay still
& your breath steadies
your landing gently
into a new standing:
if i find my way to you,
it means you're thinking of me too?