The Poetry Marathon

As the night falls,

I will gaze in your eyes

And see the stars’ light reflected.

Up close,

I will hear your heart beating

And feel your presence

Illuminating the essence

Of your bottled hopes and dreams,

Like a moonlight projection

Floating in a sea,

Waiting for me,

To discover.

And when I take your lips,

In a kiss,

I will feel the cosmos gravitational force

Creating a universe

Of thought and emotion,

An explosion,

Of endless ideals and possibilities.

Before darkness comes,

There will be a new world made

For you and me

And we will call it love.

She held on

Waiting for retribution,

While the minutes hours days

Grew

Around her a wall of fortitude,

A labyrinth, so complex,

Until there could be no restitution,

Her softness locked away,

Hidden,

Unyielding to any man who encountered,

Her stolen gaze (his) reminder,

Of the pain she never escaped.

We lay now

Where we once stood,

Firmly, grounded,

The pride of our birthright

Draped upon us like a cape,

Where we, Earth-bound, 

Flightless beings,

Desirous of glory,

Waved our banners,

Over every conquered land of our brethren,

As if they were badges of honor,

Erecting the fallacies of man

Over the blood-soaked soil

Of our ancestors.

Where now, layers of concrete, buildings,

Noisy traffic, technology, and paved streets,

Can numb us from our past transgressions,

As we continue the onslaught.

We no longer hear the groans

Of the souls before us.

The screams from the great womb of mother Gaia

as she is defiled.

We don’t remember

Until we are laid to rest

Beside fallen warriors,

Buried, forgotten,

Under our vanities

Where we can no longer escape their cries.