Ruins Stories

At first light I can finally see around me No furniture No walls Nothing as it was only hours ago Now is only silent  Feeling numb In the rumble, I see a photo with smiling faces  I see the damage  The pieces of my life I want to scream Should I rebuild  Hang on or let go As I close my eyes I feel the sun on my face I don't want to think or open my eyes For some time  

Then for a dwelling place, far 'neath the earth crust, blasted great spaces they by their power, spaces apart from the children of men.  Surrounded them by forces and power,  shielded from harm they the Halls of the Dead.                                        - The Emerald Tablets of Thoth      I was once told by a friend that the desert was a terrible, unforgiving place. He wasn’t wrong.   In the end, though my pride as...

If there were no love in the world Would we all erect a dwelling Sound proofing it's walls Deadening the music Maybe furnishing it with darkened rooms Lined with tarnished fixtures So bleeding hearts can blend and disappear unnoticed A place where fresh scars cannot be seen A refuge where agonizing screams are silenced outwardly On the outside showing a facade resembling paradise On the inside lava pools fuming with guilt...