Dreams of calm

[The second]

DREAMS OF CALM

A body of water, calm
A fallen tree within
Three Sparrows enter the stillness
Three eagles emerge
They perch in the fallen tree

When the water is calm
Why does a spirit break?
And a dream will die

Why do humans seek pride?
Cage the little bird of sweet song
Ruin love

So many heads lost in the flight of unconsciousness
But the stillness will always find those that prey
And the bounty of replication will quell the whore’s throat
The jettisoned will eventually find a shore or some earth

Can the broken pray dreams of calm?

RDS
THE SECOND

[amenOra]

The sweet song of ruined love,
dark as wine gone past lips; for spoiling,
the quail's egg, the chicken foot,
the nest of the wild inside the void;
a picture of me, a picture to hang;
some deviant exposure, a ploy and plot
that ends up in a big bang unrecalled;
it's the senseless motion of love
built into the mouth we used up
on words we feel after we're gone.
it's no excuse to anyone else
the poetry isn't only ours,-- lips,
tastes, hands, and the handwriting
scrawled over the world, and no hand
waits out there in the dark to hold.

Or something like that? You inspire me.

[amenOra]

PS "Why do humans seek pride"... I almost daren't answer haha

[The second]

I think it's intended

[RhymeLovingWriter]

soul fettered fantasies
belie unending truths
of ceaseless time-turned
relevé

love cores its face
between the beats of
hearts and hands
held ripe to know