Muttering voices

 "A Home for All" You're the hand reaching out to the dark from darkness, Pulling them so hard, yours was lighter, you thought Or perhaps that we could all together walk back into light. Love is more than a word  More than the fire in our soul Love is frail humanity  Living like God for all. You could be the one That everyone wants Or calls like God When their worlds war. The earth has no lasting trophy for us, Everything sits sanely in eternity While we rave and rove ceaselessly Only to discover that we all believed sound lies. How will there be? Mad or quiet? Heaven or hell? Best thing is we found a home Where we will all go.

"Scribbling Utterances"  I will tell you things that I hear myself say Things said in between silence and darkness Watching your despair grow so tall and huge like the walls in your room. Who could hear when you scream so loud? Is every cry meant to be that loud? The intensity draws strokes of the tongue Than acceptance and help The errant hope you once had Feels so slippery at your every attempt to grasp it You sit forlorn waiting for the darkness you so dread. The list waits but you write and wait Scribbling utterances as they come Hoping to read each line, At that other end of time.

 " When all hell let loose" What will be has begun, Fate is what we walk into as we return, Every chapter has a story, Which we keep flipping till we meet the end. Arguments, worries, fear, Sink like stones within your soul That fall and never rise again. Belief, breath, hope Hover over the sky Reluctant to set feet on the earth they once admired. You begin to count your loss For in this, you hope to gain true knowledge of yourself, Or know why you feel so estranged. Laughter dies prematurely in between your smothering smiles Your eyes stretch afar looking into nowhere Begging sweet memories to return.