natural disaster
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The sky is a green stagnant swamp.
The marching thunder approaches,
More rapidly with every peal.
Dawns light tries to infiltrate,
But it is muted by the oppression ,
Of the vault of steel clad clouds.
Last night the breeze sang a lullaby.
This dawn it screamed in howls.
The distant rumbling approaches,
Unlike the peaceful quiet of last night.
The wind is lifting swirls of leaves.
It's rumbling below
One blastoff from volcano
Hot things, land, above
So hot to cook a chicken
Or burn everything in path
A rush of wind Hair swaying in the Autumn skyEyes like sunsetsLook to beautiful scenes ahead
Pitter patter of the rain on my head
Sends the fears straight to bed,
In the things gone unsaid.
And the crackle of the thunder
Sending all the pain asunder
Taking respite in the clouds
Nowadays,When you think of Puerto Rico,You think of streets filled with tears slipping through the Mambo.Palms,Cold while holding hope as close as they can,
Should've been born a tap-dancer
Maybe that would justify the way
My foot beats incessantly at any solid surface
But that wouldn't explain my hands
Fingers fumbling around themselves
I am a tornado in constant neutrality between anger and content carrying itself on, destroying whatever is in front of me, unapologetically.
Oklahoma met a vortex
that gave and took, more or less,
by adding stress and taking homes –
The tragedies are causing moans
with rains and tears of agony.
The loss and pain of tragedies
Death, is a jealous fellow
he has no age, grace, nor liking
it considers not woe, nor sorrow
he displays a complete arbitrary arrival
he does not consider survival
and lingers with denial
The river embraced its one true form
To travel its depths through hail and storm.
Through the village and through the town
Through the kingdom that once was crowned.
As I pan across the landscape,
I laugh, this isn’t real.
I look to where the two oak trees
tower over my little country farmhouse.
Their giant leafy branches just barely
brushing the edge of the tar-black roof.
There is a fire in the sky!
A beautiful arrangement of clouds burning alive!
Celestial inferno! You have come to call for me
With a blaze of Inti’s fire!
