Alone in Purgatory

It feels like a blank place where I'm here.
Didn't expect this one when I first thought.
Not hated enough with my sin severe
For sandy hellfire burning drought
Nor loved enough with my gooddeed
For blest love, food and wine flow.
Stuck in limbo. Indeed. Indeed. Indeed.
Feel so empty I hear my voice echo.
I hope it reaches you someplace I know.
And you would take me back to you.
Because it's so empty here in limbo.
Because it's a place without you.

-Wren

Artist

Holding softly like grabbing warm butter
A flick, a stroke, and a quick dash;
Feeling the world beyond the mind's shutter
Brush on canvas, magic on sash.
Give childbirth to beauty aflutter
Smooth flight of the monarch.
From the horsetail, life is born.

-Wren

Rock Paper Scissor

I feel like a scissor
Trying to beat down rocks.
In an uneven matchup.
Guess I'll make more scissors
And chip down those rocks.
Until I manage to win.

Wren

Bravery

It's not about not fearing anything.

A child who doesn't fear wolf
Is not brave but merely naive.

A drunk who doesn't fear driving
Is not brave but merely drunk.

A blind who doesn't fear guns
Is not brave but just can't see.

A viking who doesn't fear death
Is not brave but just reckless.

I'm fucking terrified of losing something.
It might work; it might not.
I know I have to get it done.
I admit it. I'm scared.

But I'm going to do it.
That's bravery.

I hope.

Wren

One of Those Days

Even the music feels off,
The tune you love most
Don't perk your ear up.

Books read like black-bar'd
Every few lines crossed out,
Eye drifts off to doodle.

Just a day where hiatus
Comes one bit too early
Mid a seven. Indivisible.

-Wren

Photograph

A memory invoked once again
Of a time past way back
Saw somebody once again
But rose-glasses this time I lack.

Like rediscovering a bee
Enclosed in honey amber
It was nice to again see
That time did not alter

You at all. But you don't recall
Me. I was an unseen observer
Cloaked by years. Now I call
Myself by a new name. Never

Known. Yet now I don't care.
Maybe back then. Not now at least.
It was surely interesting, I dare
Say. Like a stream, I've changed .

But you seem stuck in a stone epitaph.
Grey and still like an old photograph.

-Wren

Fear

Fear is good.
It helps to keep us from death's embrace.
We don't put our hands in fireplace
For the fear of third degree burn.

But ignorance is not.
It makes us blind to sheer cliffs in front.
Deaf to the bomb blasts and gunshot.
Tongueless to deadly amanitas.

Ignorance breeds irrational fears
Makes us scared of things we shouldn't be.
More scared to sharks than sting of bee
More so of ghosts than human beings.

Learn more.
You'll fear more.
But you'll learn to fear correctly
And not based on prejudices and irrationality.
Blindfolding ourselves completely with blackness
To ignore ahead the ravenous tiger huntress
Unblind the mute eyes and rapidly learn
To fear and fight. This is courage earned.

-Wren

Damascan Cry

You don't even know me
Hiding betwixt the buildings
Can't even see me
Sneaking tween the dwellings.
Yet you shoot me
Scoping me down from ceilings.
Stoneface. No mercy.
Slice head off a flea.

All I wanted was a voice for me
To talk freely and freely sing.
I hoped you'd spare an ear for me
For human equality on everything.
I just wanted for us to be the country.
Not we as slaves; not you as god-king.
You shot me, killed me, and not to be.
Put 'round my neck a red hemp ring,
Left me dangling by a taut string.

I see my brother shot crimson in brain
And my friend, corpse marionette,
By the throat, his eyes blank, my eyes rain.
So I raise my gun and casket
Ready to fight 'gainst this systeme insane
Your deaf ear to our cries, you'll regret.
For the freedom, stench of iron will rain
For me, my friends, my sons: With pain, comes gain.

Homecoming

A dwelling is not a home,
A mansion is not a home,
It's a place where your heart
Keeps its two chambers filled
With memories and memories
To be made, with your friends
And people you call family.
I'll be back in my second part
Of my four part-life series.
So as the September rain falls
Back home as the autumn calls.

-Wren

Also here's a picture of a badass cowboy on a tiger holding a child: