upons the Moon's smile.
Collection 2, #2
- And it came to pass,
- as it always does, that
- somewhere along the line of time,
- one Era comes and another goes,
- sometimes quietly, sometimes not,
- yet as always change comes
- with the flowing of the River,
- and in the passing new
- things are found
- and new abilities discovered,
- yet as always corruption comes,
- and the best intentions turn into something
- that they werent meant to be,
- as one era flows into another,
- and the ending of one, signals the ending of it all,
- as the worst came to pass,
- as the time grew weary, and
- the people grew tired,
- of protecting there place, of having to fight,
- and of having to watch others as some equipped
- themselves for better protection,
- and decided to fight for what they considered theirs
- while others only wanted to
- move on, to leave
- it all behind, to forget the past
- and to forge something new,
- to begin anew
- what should not have been lost,
- except for mistakes made by others
- and the fighting the came because of strangers,
- yes of those who stayed, not many to begin with,
- some gave up and became lost,
- others defended their right, and the home
- they helped birth in the Light,
- yes what was the use of a home that no one ever come to?
- When did right make it wrong?
- or knowing that it was becoming hopeless to even
- try to protect what is now considered lost.
- Moving on, yet lamenting the loss,
- knowing that one day, there might be a time
- to come back and find again,
- this home, lost for now,
- but not now,
- The ending of an Era,
- a beginning of anew, once again,
- a circle coming around once again,
- and of findoing and holding,
- keeping, and caring, trying once again,
- to create the home now gone,
- lost, in time, in the flowing streaming,
- in the ribbon's strand.Taking up The Quest,
- moving on, following the time's path,
- and finding new ideas, new abilities,
- in the hopes of one day,
- being able to mend the evil,
- of a long lost home.
Collection 2, #3
- Walking, on a deserted way,
- searching for something no one can see,
- something that is not easily found,
- not something many seek for,
- Walking, somewhere in the time,
- alongside the river's edge,
- watching it flow slipping behind me
- watching old friend's shades,
- gently float under its surface,
- closing my eyes, against their expressions,
- of pain, and hope, sorrow, as well as joy,
- hope shattered by life, and destruction rebuilt
- upon the concrete of the light,
- watching as the night glows softly with
- the intelligience gained from the thoughts
- of another, and looking up
- searching the skyline,watching the red
- and golds of a setting era fall behind me,
- as I walk into the dawning of a new time,
- as the vision changes anew and time goes by,
- as I pass by it all, Walking
- through the Time, through the vision,
- ever going, walking along the River's
- bank, watching it stream flow out behind me,
- and Walking on, looking ahead,
- into the Reds and blues and a rising Dawn,
- as A New Era rises with the dawn.
Collection 2 #4
Wrote:10/25/95
3/30/86 note: please this is something that I am not the proud of
yet it is something that is likely one of my better works in its
use of symbolism and hidden meanings.
- A white man stood
- Next to a Black man,
- Confidence clearly etched on his
- face as the Black man
- looked calmly around.
- In the background,
- A mixed man looks on in Amusement.
- The white man looks down at the
- Black man and demands the
- respect due him. Black man
- looks at White Man and
- sneers in contempt. White Man
- becomes angry and steps
- toward Black Man only
- to find a slim black barrel
- pointed at his head.
- A bang, flashing into
- smoke as White man falls upon his hat and
- black man likes on
- in horror. A flash
- of blue and red
- and Uniformed men
- andvanced near
- Black Man.
A snap of thread,
- And black man,
- Seeing another Brother
- flashing a White Mans badge
- shouts "Traitor" and shots both men.
- then turns around and shots himself.
- unthinking and refusing the face the horror.
- The mixed man kneels in benediction
- and begins praying for no-more.
- A dark alleyway, flanked on one
- Side by White Gang facing
- another White Gang. Two step
- forward, one falls down marked
- by a crimson tide, minutes flow
- by a river turned red and
- only one stands, to slowly fall
- by a stray blade.
- Mixed Man looks on in Contempt
- on the fallacies of greed.
- A bustling street corner, on a crowded
- holiday night, Girls and painted ladies
- showing their wares or above, in a
- dimly lit room, another is strangled
- a jealous man lost in delusions
- of his Wife.
- Mixed Man looks on in Sadness
- as he watches the depravations of others,
- cause the downfall of his people.
- a spanish man waiting nervously,
- holding a bag of white, meant to be
- exchanged for a bag of green.
- Asian man strolling casually
- towards the spanish man, holding
- the bag of green, smiling and
- exchanging bags, Asian man
- calmly takes care of Spanish
- man and walks off, only
- to find the knife by the man
- of Shadows. Shadow
- Man walks into the light
- to disappear into the
- reality of Another.
- Mixed man sighs and wishes
- for no-more and an end to the madness.
- Two men, unknown to each other,
- face off, each shrouded in metal,
- Air Riders, unseen and unheard in
- the heights turned more black than blue.
- A screaming rushes of Air,
- tumbling around each other,
- A push of a button, a speeding
- blurred shape. A flare of fire, and
- heat, A cry of glory turned to fear as pieces
- hit him and
- another gone blazing.
- Mixed Man weeps as Knowledge
- that ignorance is not always
- Bliss.
- A darkened house, setling upon itself,
- two pairs seen through the window,
- A father and a daughter, A mother
- and a Son, the young looking on in
- fear and Arousal, the elder looking
- on in greed and fulfillment, the Falling
- of a curtain.
- Mixed Man thinks that no matter
- where he goes there is also some type
- of corruption.