We are building roads to roads
that build roads to
nowhere
people are at the same time
sane and insane
are you listening
to the wind
as she whispers
when dawn drags her belly
pregnant and full
across the purpling skyline
as the sun
places her hand
ever so warmly
upon the nape of your neck
and the sea
bellows
stop
stop
stop
just stop and listen
no
do not even try
just be
good
follows
good follows
nature and trees
and all that is
Earth and dirt
and sand
and you and me
you
see
it is not easy
to
simply
be
left to right
to
center
as the Earth bellows
bombs
like airstrikes
on the innocent
and we keep voting
and protesting
and dying while alive
living in a
free state of
mind controlled
flight
where do I turn
when the world has gone mad
and everything is on a
merry
go round
and
rounds
of bullets fly
from lips, pursed
in hate
and anger
rising
like Valhalla
and the Valkyries scream like
eagles scrying
thunder
We are building roads to roads
that build roads to
nowhere
Listen to Susan Marie read this poem at https://soundcloud.com/susan-marie/valhalla.
ROADS TO A DESTINATION
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Why do you ask
Where these roads
Are meant finally to lead?
Even if you get
An answer on known
Or planned destinations
Would you be happy?
You I know would
Ask more questions
And more answers would
Make you beg more and more
Answers still with you
Not exactly knowing
When to stop ?
In your growing curiosity
You only show impatience
And intolerance about things
In this endlessly changing world
To know which is anybody’s
Genuine interest and liking.
Would you but be a child
In your thirst for knowledge
That announces itself in your
Long and marathon questionings
On where the roads run to?
Are you not in maturity
Asking all these questions
Knowing fully well that all
The answers others offer
Only customarily and for courtesy
Are far short of true and expert
Answers beyond which there
No appetite for further questions
Must be so certainly left?
—-kcmishra