Mystic Essence

the sound of fluttering wings
echos around the horizon.
a translucent butterfly
glides along the wind,
dancing with the breeze,
softly and slowly.
Cares nonexistent.
The aura of tranquility
trickles down its wings.
it sways into a forest.
why did it go?

Unfair Disaster

Impoverished,
Unsated hunger follows daily.
Villagers' faces look
Solemn and empty,
As if nothing that outlives them
Can do much damage.
This lie was disproved
On an unexpected afternoon.
Everyday people
Fulfill tasks
To survive,
To maintain their families.
Children being children,
Play as they should.
A slight tremor,
Turns the world into complete upheaval and ruination.
A 7.0 earthquake.
Thereafter, the sound of silence
Radiates the area.
Buildings,
Hospitals,
Homes-
All destroyed.
Light shrieks are heard underneath the havoc.
Innocent, strong-willed survivors
Gain strength to rise.
Glancing at a hell
They didn't deserve to be in.

Temporary Silence

A silence has come;
A silence that both lifts and suppresses,
All at once.
Lives life in comfort
And leaves it, limp,
Like a frozen drop of transience,
On a still winter branch
That might or might not be
spring arising to life again.

Adventures in Solitude

Sitting on the harbor,
He glances at
Passing boats
Cruising the ocean's blue waters.
He stands,
Scouring everywhere for
Something,
But finding nothing.
The wings
Of the feathered creature
Spread openly-
Ready to take off.
Gliding through the cloudy sky,
The unhappy bird
Travels on
In search of
Adventures in solitude.

Ants Marching

They stand for themselves.
Males and females
Fight to gain their rights,
Freedom,
And equality,
From the ones
Who oppress
And dictate.
The aura of corruption
And evil
Radiates the world
Like a virus;
Bombs made for the cause of
Hurting the innocent.
A day comes by
When the innocent
Can no longer put up with hell.
Like ants marching,
They stand united as one
To stand up to the wrong in life
Hoping to soon make peace.