March 29, 2012
Ruby Ring
What is it that I’m looking for?
Too many mental temptations to contemplate
I lack focus; the world is at my disposal.
Or, am I to her?
I go through my day, as I am
Always questioning the response to my complacency
Is it truth that will make me understand?
Or, is it the upmost uncertainty?
Mother Earth of the Universe, what do your stars say?
They twinkle and they sparkle, casting their summer’s dream
Do the heavens look down on me?
Or, am I alone unseen?
A facilitator to the robot
The factory is a scary place
The machine grows larger; its oils reek
Or, the epitome of Utopia?
Tonic scatters, the pictures fly
Flashes of epileptic static to supplement the mind
Wisdom holds, as long as the books
Or, will we always be fighting?
Too many of those, too many of this and that
We revolve around the paper of green leaves
To plant more, so to spend
Or, a long, tiresome shift?
Give us this day, our daily bread!
But we must wait until the day after tomorrow
Our Big friends like to make our decisions
Hoarders of power that govern the world
I am nothing, a sheep in the land
A pretty face to play pretend
What is it that I’m looking for?
Maybe it’s a final sunny spot to stand
A lost soul ripped apart
Wishing to come back together again
Are we here composed?
A colony of redemption to inspire?
My iron fist betrays me by displaying my ruby ring
A picture of blood to demonstrate my mood
A fashion statement that I created
A symbol of proof
Firefly, I am a firefly
Joy flashing mysteriously in the night
A kindler of fairy dreams
A life to liberate
A rose adorns the striped black suit
The man we all know
A face, a voice, a picture of Freedom
Or, the mask of a traitor?
There is only one house and it sits on a hill
Columns of history scream out
The 50 great icons are remembered and stored
Or, our chains to the anchors?
What is it that I’m looking for?
A bright light as I fade out
A life beyond the life I’m born
Or, the ruby ring?
Muse Writer 