Cloud Bruises - A poem dedicated to this forum

[HowToBe]

WARNING: The imagery in the third stanza may disturb the 'faint of heart'.

Cloud Bruises
Written by HowToBe on 4/25/2011

Her freckled skin is rash with cities
Consuming her flesh into suntiring light
Casting bruises on the clouds
Slowly choking eyes of night...

Balm and terror, skying rage
Fyre birthing icy age
After empty minds themselves
And tune themselves to icy sage.

Empty virtues full of persons
Filling forms for orga-zations...
Organs, lists of, for the rations.
Of the cent per who survive.

Little I's in lonely corners
Dying birthing conscious mourners;
Painful, playful, sight sojourners;
Children moving mountains' corners.

I hope this poem inspires thought. I also hope that others can understand the strange grammatical choices I made - they all have a purpose! I consider this my most "inspired" poem, which combines an attempt to see "The Terror of the Situation" with the hope and respect I have for the efforts continually being made by those who share and learn here in this network. Ya'll rock!

It has taken me far too long to post this, as it truly is dedicated to your collective Truth-seeking efforts, and could not have come to be without the knowledge I have gained here.

Currently this is my favorite and the "best" of my poems, in terms of imagery, information content, expression of ideas, and grammar usage. :P

HowToBe