The Fourth Element

Shadows dance and make merry,
Love burns with flickering passion,
The mirth of the abandoned, demented, eccentric,
The minds that pained hearts clash in

The winds, the sun, the earth,
they try to liberate their friend ;
She flows, and weeps, and travels the world,
pools without form or face in the end.

Then flows another, crimson with passion,
runs through arboreal prisons,
Plunges into her depths, brings hue,
and transcendence sans discard or obliteration

Buried

A seed of brightness eternal,

Buried into the ground,

Deep in the earth’s bosom:

So it’ll never ever be found.

It’s stifled in the abysmal darkness,

As shallow minds above blare:

Cacophony celebrated over all

Melodies met with burning glares.

The world wraps itself

In a cocoon of pitiable mediocrity,

It takes a dime to buy your soul,

As its stripped of all its integrity.

A word of pure genius,

Is like a drop in a deep, dark ocean

Of corrupt waters of glorified filth

Loud, gurgling eddies of abomination.

But the seed, within its earthly abode
 Lies quiet- its heart full of courage-
Awaiting the black smoke to lift and for

The sunshine to cast away its umbrage.

And once again, it shall behold,

The wonders of the open world,

Share its sweet fruit of spark,

Billowing in the wind- its brilliance unfurled.