#58 My Promised Land. Somehow I Was Still Alive Pt II.

courtesy Wojciech Wolak

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I had to 

crash into the earth

to find my place among the stars,

had to 

ride these waves and conquer sprays

to see land wasn't too far,

Watch me

break my own bones and rend my flesh

for a small glimpse of my soul,

learning to fly

through ageless nights

with wings I once refused to hold,

And then when

reaching daybreak's silenced heights

I felt arrows pierce inside

Leaving me to plunge

to depths 

whose will was made 

to have my courage euthanized...

so many times

I’ve fallen

in an attempt to rest but for a while...

but see me rise though 

grieved and tired;

for I've been taught

to never tie myself to a ground

that can easily change into sinking sands,

to face the odds though death may be at hand

and its through all these things

I've lost all fear, all concerns,

and all cares.

For they are not allowed

into the place I seek,

where the earth

is indeed inhabited by the meek 

solidly built  

on hope’s outstretched hands

beckoning me to 

.My promised land.

 My Inspiration: Daybreak.

 

© KohylahPiper 2015

#23 We became the Undead

 courtesy: Wordpress Blog Random_Michelle

We got fingers

that flicker

at the sound of a text

necks that are frozen

to one position

that denies them their rest

We got feet 

that shuffle

wandering to no where

because our eyes instead of guiding

are glued to the airs

of technology's branded outlets

wreaking havoc on life

‘cause Uncle Sam sung the song of

tablets, phone, and the like

all the hidden I’s

our narcissism

infiltrated to depths

where we spend watching our lives

and not living in the context.

The omen 

of this 

fast paced trek

got us tunnel

visioned darkened

to a simplified text

that manages to type

these tiny little lines

of images that bombard

our distracted minds;

now we're suffering from

self cannibalistic  woes

through screens

that succeeded in getting

our masses controlled

because we lost the

 main clue

of the fact

that being human determines

the need to humanly interact.

Flesh first competed with wires

was left disgraced

but now has been deleted

for a wireless interface,

reality surrendered

to virtual wiles

because its members

stayed connected

when they were needed offline

and so our battle for time

was lost with no blood shed

because we when we chose to

live virtually

we became the undead.

# SELAHSATURDAYS

My Inspiration: Rico W. & Photo Prompt by Random_Michelle 

 

© KohylahPiper 2015