Alarm

A better stronger
Version of a sunrise
To consummate
The broken stars
That night
No longer glows
To beam
For some

A stream
Invigorated under
One Pope’s clothing
Positions of power
Loosely robed
Towel the corners
Of this holy wars’
Loud mouth

Alarm
Alarm

By far the bastard
Morning speaks
The next of nothing
Dawning for
Solutions
Yawning
While we wait
We watch
It disrupt the
Gentle air flow
Where do we go?
As spells chant
WARNING

© GÄ

Published by

Geino Äotsch

|B|arber |M|usic |T|ea I am an artist & an advocate. A spiritual lover. Executive Director for ALARK.org Author of Poeticword.com & tHEtERRYtREE.com Creator & Owner at Goldenlungtea.com Music & Hair at Geinos.com