Peace Sign

 

Ruby Red in nature,

Stature born of love -

Rise high,

Symbolic of autonomous will.

Sapphire pools bleed forth

From the carapace of a dying planet.

This slumbering demigod

Scarred by civil war,

Corrupted by hearts of tainted scorn.

 

Adversaries aspiring to false senses of grandeur

Reflected by poems written in standard

Lit up by the self-proclaimed;

 

An odd future indeed.

A gong rings once.

Gone are the days of bragging,

Gone indefinitely are the aspirations-

You will never change the way you lie,

Dear Peace Sign,

You’ve got a way with words;

Pick between the lines.

 

A gong rings twice.

Truth won’t change.

Escaped to the horizon my friend,

Sagely advice from the wise.

Gone now, is my pride.

Interstatic haunting glow,

Reminding of these bonds that sow

Brushes paint a new horizontal slope.

I hope that doesn’t stray

 

Gone indefinitely are the aspirations

Dissipated the days of bragging spread thin.

A peace sign light to a future;

There was nothing we wanted to be.

 

On a third strike the gong reverberates.

The birds flock away from the yard,

The priest reads me my last rights,

I look to the past save the image of the last sight

Of a world gone very wrong for me.

 

Crazy dream or some sort of error?

We all know;

Typing colours glow.

There’s no falling back this time.

Nothing is ever for free

Everything is always for sale.

Connected lines separate the dreams

From the void,

I’m ready.

These self-determined hands guiding the helm

 

Hypnotized

Heads bowed low.

Grinding out their thoughts

Ready to assimilate.

Under this Peace Sign

Brothers divide

Ideals they kept til’ the days they die.

One stands for the bells of freedom yearning

To hear them ring.

 

Rife with the cries of self determinism

Cries of autonomy.

Rallied to the call these forces coalesce.

 

The other brother falls.

Falls for the rest of his people that died for the commodities of the high council

To keep his ideals he falls from grace.

His pace the walk of carnal rain.

For why we cannot comprehend.

The fallen rise.

 

Rallying the oppressed.

By storm the council overwhelmed.

Idealism stride side by side

Opposing views.

Autonomy versus Deception

The will to recognize all are created with freedom in heart

Versus;

Those who believe deception is necessary,

When those who should listen to the truth yet do not

Only understand once they’ve been lied to.

 

Actinic blue skies illuminate

The Peace Signs,

Under which warriors divide

The will of creation .

 

Balance to reap what is sown

Good in bad, bad in good

Through all the black and grey.

Order reigning through Tyranny

Peace through will to change for the good of all.

 

Actinic blue skies

The world spinning before the eyes

Of the masses peace sign, to that;

They rely.

Heliotropic symbolic in nature.

Daft electric qualities

Alluring to the sheep

They flock like drones.

Inspiring violence unknown.

 

Too dependant are the the circumstances of self proclaimed idealism.​