Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

Thursday, April 9, 2015

THE WHITE CITY (Day 6 - "things are not as they appear...")



From a distance, the city
Glowed and shone in the sunlight;
Silver towers touched the sky
Like a glimpse of Paradise.
Not until you reached the gates
Did you notice it was hell.

A thick film of grayish white
Smothered everything. Ashes
Left behind from disaster;
Windows shattered, doors blown out
Empty automobile shells
Littered the once bustling streets.

An eerie silence haunting
Do the lost souls still remain
In the clouds of dust that linger?
Do we walk on sacred ground?
So many prayers unanswered
Only suffocating death.


Caren E, Salas


Sadly this poem was inspired in part by the events on 9/11. The photo is one I took of Los Angeles, which could have just as easily been a target of destruction. Although this is meant to be an Apocalyptic themed poem, I realized that at the time the thought had crossed my mind as well as (i'm guessing) many others'. Is this the beginning of the end?


Wednesday, April 8, 2015

DEARLY DEPARTED (Day 4 - departure)

If only death were the final end
With the hope of heaven around the bend
Instead of this horror we can't comprehend
When the nightmare begins, when the nightmare begins.

Our dearly departed are not gone at all
They've started decaying but still walk and crawl
You must aim for the head, or they never will fall
No matter how tall, no matter how small.


Caren E. Salas



(Sorry, but you knew there had to be zombies, right?)

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Tuesday, January 13, 2015

Inevitable #30

Death
And
Taxes
The only things
Inevitable 
In this crazy world we live in.



Caren E. Salas




prompt; "inevitable"
photo: 411posters.com

Saturday, January 10, 2015

Heath #28

We couldn't believe
The news on the radio
So sad he was gone.


Caren E. Salas











prompt  #28: "news"
photo: billabout.com

Tuesday, October 29, 2013

The Creature



Bits and pieces of flesh and bone
Sewn together in the dead of night
Head in his hands, a mad man alone
Why did the spark of life fail to ignite?
 
Sewn together in the dead of night
A monster of enormous proportions lies still
Why did the spark of life fail to ignite?
Then the man hears a groan that gives him a chill.
 
A monster of enormous proportions lies still
As if from a nightmare its eyes open wide
Then the man hears a groan that gives him a chill
Heaven and hell have begun to collide.
 
As if from a nightmare its eyes open wide
It pulls at restraints feeling anger and fear
Heaven and hell have begun to collide,
With its borrowed brain wondering, How am I here?
 
It pulls at restraints feeling anger and fear
With a crazed look the man shouts out "It's alive!"
With its borrowed brain wondering, How am I here?
Thoughts and emotions spinning in overdrive.
 
With a crazed look the man shouts out "It's alive!"
He loosens the chains so the monster can stand
Thoughts and emotions spinning in overdrive
He thought that the creature would obey his command.
 
He loosens the chains so the monster can stand
One step at a time it crosses the floor
He thought that the creature would obey his command
But the monster decided it wanted much more.
 
One step at a time it crosses the floor
Like a child, was expected to do as was told
But the monster decided it wanted much more
It broke down the door and ran out in the cold
 
Like a child, was expected to do as was told
Unclear of its strength, its speech or its thoughts
It broke down the door and ran out in the cold
Not quite understanding what was right and was not
 
Unclear of its strength, its speech or its thoughts
It wanders about, causing fear and outrage
Not quite understanding what was right and was not
It's captured and tortured and put in a cage.
 
It wanders about, causing fear and outrage
This creature with no choice in how it became
It's captured and tortured and put in a cage
Sadly, it's not the one who should be given the blame
 
This creature with no choice in how it became
Called demon, devil, abomination and worse
Sadly, it's not the one who should be given the blame
Paid another man's debt, lived another man's curse.
 
Called demon, devil abomination and worse
The pathetic thing's life ends in fire and pain
Paid another man's debt, lived another man's curse
And by dawn's light, just ashes and nightmares remain.
 
Caren E. Salas
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

A Question of Life or Death


What if I were dead? I mean,
Like I died and didn't know;
Moving through time unaware
Of my demise and "living"
In a strange purgatory
Of everyday existence.

What if that is all there is?
Oh, I believe the saints go
To heaven to relax by
God's swimming pool and party
With angels, but what happens
To the ordinary schmoes?

What happens to the sinners
Who tried to live a good life
But failed to do all the "right"
Things? Maybe they loved too much
Or too little, missed the light,
Or got lost along the way.

What if I were dead right now?
Would I know the difference?
Is my pain my lot in life,
Or the price I pay in death?
What is heaven? What is hell?
Will I know when I get there?

If there's anyone out there
Who's been there before, let me
Know. What's it like? Tell the truth.
Don't just tell me to believe
Because believing is hope,
But confidence? Sadly not.


Caren E. Salas