The Island

"Take it away" howls the under breath in whispers

"Caress my hair back, and shed this pain from my brow,
my being"

the torchered squeezing, the air being parched up

as though life is the sponge,

and I am merely the dying innocent...

playing my role,

getting caught up in the war between humanity

and Mother Earth.

I am a mutt,

or hybrid,

Of both race,

Equally guilty, muddy,

Dirtied by the blood on every hand and yet

"Some" of it is of God"...

God

Does

War....

And yet

God

Is

Love.

...Like I said,

Caress me...

Take it away...

the blood,

the pain,

The dying innocent...

Kiss me sweet, the Kiss of Life...

Shed your Light, and break me free from this corner of darkness

On this side of the world,

On this side of the war...

I am suffocating!

The breath being squeezed out of me, the point so much less clear when breath and life are seconds haunting you...

You haunt me

At any given moment,

Soaking it, squeezing it up,

Taking it...

Mother, Ma, Ky, Am, A....

You haunt me like piano keys playing life,

Following, bumbling

The tune of emotion,

the pain,

the chase,

The understanding...

And everything mysterious that follows.

Under my Love Tree,

I stand alook at the colossal branches,

Charred and black as though Fire has taken them only to their last breath.

It is me...

The death in me

The left over in me...

The Pheonix.

The Suffocate.

I know what I am seeing

Is my death.

Dark, deep, scary...

Alone.

After all the days of watering...

After so many seasons of rain and shine,

Flowers and life...

I stand here alone...

In the dark,

As if it all just got up and moved a pasture away...

Here the moon barely resides to light any land

And it is cold as it is blazing...

Chilling and numbing the life out our our bodies.

My Tree of Light,

Tree of Life

Tree of Love...

Something is happening to us.

Something coming...

And something meant to be.

Something is happening to you and me.

So I'll sit here,

And let it be.

Sit here under my dying tree.

Sit here in the death, the charred,

And wait...

Wait to...

Just wait...

Wait to see if the ashes will rise...

If there is still something beneath...

If there is still life left..

If there is life yet.