I REWRITE THE FUTURE IN THE SKY, HOPING FOR A NEW TREE

I rewrote the future in the stars hoping a new tree to sprout out
And a new story to begin, wishing the rainbows to duplicate the earth

And its habitats like stars in the sky painting the future was necessary for you because
tomorrow may be too late and our fruits also withered like a lifeless vegetation.
Peace and justice will find its way to the throne of power and all those whose ears are made of
steel will be melted in the ever glowing fire of fulfilled dreams
Those whose tongues denies the truth must therefore assemble with open confessions
and my countrymen will no longer be a bunch of thorns on my flesh

And expectations for a clean environment of metaphors hanging on the sky, the day will soon come and a new generation shall be birthed into this world of we mortals.

Casualties

Yesterday I leaned  on a couch,
And today am on a journey to see 
The casualties of my poem.
My tongue fell into the hole of my head,
And pains like tapeworms slides into view 
To shield me from darkness.

A tree standing without a head
Is my hostess on that plane 
That swallowed the sky and Rebirth’s another casualties.