Airs Of Doom Poem by Leon Jaime Villegas

Rocking back and forth
in the dark of the night sky,
descended all on the ground,
long-awaited by media sages,
oblivion and doom,
darken shadow blanketed on new consciousness
in bloom,
seen high on their metallic horses paraded by
the streets of the innocent,
trotted by all cavalry the knights,
a landscape oblivious, barren the dead forsaken
left behind rotten,
all through broken roads transit,
the world of today in arrogance abounds,
beyond any reason and sanity,
alienated driven by madness with
weird doses of realities,
of the one and only truth, disregarded,
one single consciousness true and true
not sought by the self to reach out to God in all.
A valley of dreams traverse through
in efforts, united interests merge,
an aroma of roses lingers, for a moment still,
long-lasting, all over a manicured garden.
With no clear insight, inner ponder,
real incoherent ideas seem,
of scents and wonder, an enchanted place absent.
Free of rules not becoming, yet again, what binds us,
men and women ought to be free and sovereign.
Our memories traceback
to once upon a time in true Genesis.


Copyrights, Leon Jaime Villegas
September 10,2015