The Storm

The_Perfect_Storm_by_gazdapavo

high in the heavens
loudly the thunder roars
flashes of light in the sky
slowly water falls down
small drops become larger
all dirt becomes mud
quenching the thirst of earth
umbrellas opened by the wise ones
seeking to stay dry
after showers bloom flowers
swollen are the rivers
all must become dry
as the grass becomes green
all after the storm

Music

Music-1

the pick plucks the strings
the noise becomes language
perplexed by the mind only
one rhythm with words
jungle beats move all feet
the speakers magnify
the puzzle of melodies
ears that hallucinate
many instruments connect
bodies shake and tremble
the bass rumbles
one voice rings out loud
some call the lead
a thousand notes plucked
become one guitar solo
the noise paints a picture
only the ears can see

Body Parts

Surgeons-007

the mask cloaks
the faces that speak words
to unveil the awesome
titans that soothe pain
the ivory pinpoints
the skulls chatter
an exchange of wanting
pieces of broken mirrors
ivory black blood dripping
rivers running wild
body parts
float like boats
body parts removed
by men with silver tools
men embodied by evil