Cannon Balls and Ice Cream

The war as begun and the walls are falling
The patriotism is failing

The edge is sharp and cutting
The cannon balls are blunt

I looked through the painful sun
ice cream in my weary hand

I taste pain...

The blinding darkness hits me hard
The light is dull and hard to find


In the distance comes a cloud
soldiers and horses
Clutching pikes and guns

They have some to obliterate the light
they are our heroes

My hands...

My hand bounces off that plastic box
They ache with the tiredness of dancing
as they play with the tiny cubes
creating patterns and prophecies

Satisfying my need to bring it out
to understand, to create


They are tireless
but they slow down and they age
But they will not stop

The thunderous rain flows from the rapidly disintegrating sky
Sheets of opaque droplets shattered the bright sky
darkness creating a sense of doom and pain
Flashes of light tried to warn us
We trekked away from the unseen danger
towards the darkness that invited us

Foreboding was deep inside me
hidden by my distorted mask
My path was not illuminated
it was fear and instinct that drove us to our death

Blueness within an ocean...

I gaze at the ocean whirl and swirl and fall
I know that the ocean's heart is dying
The blue mass has begun to age

The creatures of the soul will emerge
breathless and silenced
I grasp the handle with fear

The blueness within is being obliterated.......