Visions

by Jawan Venable

I'm looking at a line that holds multiple objects of conflict and
situations, greed, and altercations, and creates this damn nation.
It comes in all colors and shapes, sounds, and shades and moves
in all different ways, and repeats itself every day.

I'm looking at life.

Ever Season

Spring is the time of warm and mellow trust,
Times are slow and days grow long,
And birds prepare to perform a joyous song.

But when summer appears,
With its ever burning rays,
The heat of love and trust grows stronger then.

Then fall comes around,
With its ever-dying leaves,
Relationships crumble like the ever-crying trees.

When winter flows
With its ever-falling snow,
The elements of love
And lust grows cold - and loss
Is an ever
Blooming poem.