American Holocaust

Broken shards of darkened gloom

Lives that were, born to doom

First Native thoughts of fleeting worlds

Break forth beneath clouded pearls

Manifest destiny

The greed of man truthfully

Death in morning's biting frost

An American holocaust

Imprisoned Images

I see that face, and it see's me

We watch each other carefully

I see his left and he my right

Meticulous inspection, fluorescent light

Miming moves it seems

Clutching to my every scheme

Matching me so perfectly

Not missing a single opportunity

Scratching my right, he his left

Each movement of his so cleverly deft

And if I try to pull the rug

He matches me, oh so smug

I wonder, if he had a reality

What would be his thoughts of me

And with my in depth study

I think of him with only pity

Now it's time to end this study

My thoughts on him, reflections foggy

With renewed focus to the day

I laid down my brush, quietly walked away

The Black and The White

One arrives

One moves on

A new set of eyes

Another one's dawn

One's new life

Another's new world

One faces strife

The other unfurled

We come to life

We pass it by

Feeling time is rife

Yet the wink of an eye

When one visits

One's deeds will mount

When one succumbs

The love will count