The world in turmoil

I weep for tranquility,
the hard-won peace
that came, but was
wastefully swept away.

I weep for the trust
and friendships of yesteryears,
now careless abandoned
by contempt.

I weep for the respect,
now lost in time,
that might never again
see light of day.

I weep for shared aspirations
laid waste, by piled up
hatred, that refuse to
stay buried.

I weep for rigid ideologies
in conflict, that fear
compromise more
than the finality of death.

I weep for what was
shamelessly squandered,
by reckless hands, so
filled with arrogant pride.

What I weep for most
are for the children
who will never see the peace
that others took for granted.

50 Word Stories: the storm

In the punishing storm that had claimed so many lives, death had come searching for him only to be brushed aside by his unrelenting determination to set eyes on another day.

With the boat intact and dawn moments away, relieved, joyful tears now gathered to cleanse his spirit of shadows.

100 Word Story: a new beginning

The light looked too inviting.

Warm and brilliant though it was, something felt eerily amiss.

A lack of movement, perhaps! No, that wasn’t it.

Although stillness gripped the moment, what really proved unnerving was the inexplicable aura of familiarity, beckoning and urging him to relinquish his feeble hold on life – all for a mere feeling of belonging.

Belonging to what?

What could the unknown offer that life could not?

Before reason could grasp the magnitude of the question to summon anxiety, time intervened by refusing to lend itself to such meaningless thoughts; choosing instead to clear a path to redemption.

50 Word Stories: Death’s blade

Never has death been dealt so brutally. If this cold blade could talk, hearts would weep hearing the ruthless chatter emanating from its tarnished sheen, that cared not for the blood of vanquished souls, whose stain even now dared not linger less they share blame for fouler deeds to come.

more and more

drawn by beauty I have yet to see
filled with dreams of what should be
my heart now with shadows beat
ignoring what lies beside my feet

no time to spare for what is there
of what I have I fail to care
though what I seek is vague to me
from its claws I can’t be free

in my soul its dug so deep,
that peace eludes me in my sleep
these desires shape my mind
to make a restful moment hard to find

driven by desire for more and more,
my heart grows rotten at the core
convinced of needs I care not for
to only gather dust at deaths door

what foolish games I choose to play
for with what I gather I cannot stay
so easily bored with what is mine
how sad I covet what is thine

what a way to go

why so dramatic?
leaves dress at their radiant best
at the point of death

 

J M Lysun

unavoidable fate

 

knowing where death waits
is of no great advantage
falling from the sky

J M Lysun

Dark side of immortality

If my quest for immortality
Were truly blessed-
What price would
I now pay?

To live a thousand years
And much, much, more.
To see the endless tears,
Tearing at my core.

To cast a shadow,
That knows no end,
In an eternal meadow
That light can’t tend.

To witness happy moments,
Escape my grasp,
leaving unending torment,
That will ever last.

To be, detached from time,
And see boredom claim my mind.
Surely, life will turn to grind,
For this everlasting crime.

Oh, to live with love and loss,
Forever entwine-,
As a stream of dross,
For insanity to find;

Though death I would deny,
Pain I would now gain.
With such pleasure wry,
Surely life will be my bane.

.

J M Lysun

When death comes

I walk with death,
Each day, each night.
I hear his breath,
which seeks to blight.

Where he goes,
There’s no respite.
Fear he shows,
to mar my sight.

With scythe in hand,
He points at me.
Where I stand,
I hate to be.

Where I go,
I can’t be late.
When I show,
He’ll open the gate.

 

J M Lysun

All come to an end

falling from great height
an unavoidable fate
all must follow death

 

 J M Lysun