Loza-Muse

A breath filled with hate will shake a nation. O, the importance of 'the word'. For a speech filled with love will break not only hearts, but strongholds. Yet, what more the effect of pure joy- The sound of a baby's laughter will cause kings to bow cries to cease, and world's to rise No longer mourning  defeat.

When the city of love becomes the city of blood, tears form in the depths of humanity as hearts are torn to and fro. With these atrocities carving through what now for this life this ticking clock filled with such spite what now is left but fear and pain? Solidarity stands in the blood streaked night Beaten and broken, it cries out for respite from this commandeer of souls who takes with such delight Bang, Bang, The weapons sing as cries ring in a solemn symphony 
that the newly lame shuffle to for it takes with no regret bathing Paris in red we the people are forced to mourn for freedom and the right to live in the cities that we

As I stare in the distance, hoping the gentle crackle of leaves will signal your approach and that the soft fall of gold will be replaced by your touch, I experience no such reprieve Unawakened by your presence the absence of sound haunts my heart. It longs to hum to the tone of your voice, but only the sound of crimson leaves rustling through the wind, fill the silence The hues of red dance across the ground like your fingers once caressed my skin; dotted across the cracks, life appears where once there was none Untouched, the bare branches sway to the rhythm of today. No longer are they comforted by the green of yesterday; expose

Darling When all else fails And life de-rails Whilst pain prevails Just remember As light fades into darkness I will always love you

The harsh cry It breaks me in two As I hear what must be The sound of hunger My body trembles As I feel the insistent pressure A yearning For sustenance A desire for something I simply cannot provide For months I laboured Walked and searched Yet I find no reprieve Days I felt the blossom of life Within the depths of my womb Beating   For hours I suffered and wept Knowing that fate- laughing at my despair -Would show me no kindness My child will face the same as many To pass before seeing the first dawn The ground will never kiss Nor darken the supple skin Light will never touch those eyes And the words I so crave Will never form &ld

Sometimes Experience isn't the way to go Especially when it breeds pain This is why God created wisdom