Poetry by Kimberly Maas

Let God be with you-

Let it Be Known-
A quaver-shiver,
A memory-remember.
The skies are gray,
The surrounding earth dark.
The night sky invades,
A tree to lean on,
A heart to let beat,
Breaths to let escape in the cool night air.
A step on the edge,
The valley just below.

But now-the scene is invaded-,
The dark earth goes fiery red,
The sky is full of crimson,
Blood dripping on my shoulders like rain,
On my face!
I bow to the ground,
My bare bloodstained hands to the pit of raging death,
My legs naked,
My heart steadily beating.
From the distance arises a high-pitched squeal-
It goes on and does not end its evil terror.
"Why? Why us?" I hear raged through the smoking skies.
I rustle, my legs numb and dead,
My hands sinking to ashes,
I pray through the rest of my heart-
'God have mercy, give me salvation for I wish to be
your child.'
My ashes collapse to heaps of dust,
My soul arises.

The world is dark from the midnight sky,
The pale moon full,
The owl cooing its own nightly reminisces,
'God have mercy, give me salvation for I wish to be
your child.'

And from there, let it be known that I have become a
Christian.
 

Lost
'm lost in the world of the found,
My mind revolving with confusion,
Lonely-yet surrounded.
I take a step closer to the found,
But I am forced back to the lost.
I'm not even with the other souls that are lost,
No, just dreadfully alone under the blackened sky,
And the paled shrunken sun called the moon.

Black demons with long slithery crimson tongues
attack,
Their agile talons surging ever so near,
Their claws grasping through the flesh I own,
The long beaked incisor teethed figure-
Crunching away.

Still alone, still lost, Still now with the found.

The long alleyway grows narrow,
With each step the shadows close in even fiercer,
Behind-to the sides-awaiting ahead of me.
I slop the soles of my feet against the rotted
marble pavement and go on.
Growls-
Long muffling growls arise from ahead-
To where I am heading-
Around the corner to the right I go.
Talon again on my flesh-
Gripping and grasping my barren arm away-
Taking all that I have left in my heart and soul.

Still alone, still lost, still not with the found.

I pull out everything I have,
My strength, my will, bravery and courage.
I attack the corner-
The black slithery demons.
I bare my teeth and nip for release-
But to no avail-
No success.

Still alone, still lost, still not with the found.

One last chance is given upon me.
I kneel down before the charging creature,
Put my palms before me,
My soul almost gone.
I weep,
Tears flooding from the corner of my sorrowful
eyes.
I rest my head on the cruel pavement,
The smell of marble invading my nostrils.

A last chance fading away with the time that
coincides with it.
Will, braver, courage, strength are all lies that
get me nowhere.
I pour all my faith up to the billions of stars in
the blackened sky-
Where the creature does not lay-
Peace, unity, clarity, tranquility, serenity,
love, companionship, and true hearts do.

No longer alone,
No longer lost,
No longer facing the vile black slithery clawed
creature,
Found-
As I pray the rest of what I have left to the
Lord.

Windowsill-

Lean over the windowsill, see the plantations of
life below. Thicketed flowers, pouring dreams,
mellow prairies, slated skies. So much grace yet
if I were to look through a different windowsill
the view would be different.

The heart full of pure beat with each thud the
nerves retrieve, the pulse, muscles lock as they
tense, vocal chords stiffening-
Face glaring with contempt,
Dimples, cheeks, chin glowing crimson-
Pupils dilate, palms force into fists-
A step closer, one step closer-

The windowsill is a fair place to observe from-
all can be seen, all that is buried away.
Emotions of laughter or tears can be seen-gunshots
heard-

The prairie dog paws the earth's soils for a
hiding hole-chipmunks and squirrels prancing and
dancing as the soothing afternoon sun gleams on
the hides of their backs-soft whisper of the
waters falling, echoing through the barren skies.

Windowsill- look over the edge and look upon the
world with disconcertive interest.

One step closer--
The world goes black, fall to the ground, holding
oneself as oneself sprawls out with anticipation-
black out...just one step closer-

The windowsill-perched over yonder and watching as
the frame glistens white.

The trees lined with icicles, snow patting on
windshields, white splendid earth,
Clop-clop of snowshoes on trails that are hiked by
squirrels and chipmunks in the moist summer.

Windowsill-old and rotten, nails dangling out at
awkward angles, glass stained yellow, frame
molten--

The whirl-whirl of the siren's contrasting light
envies the moon's glow. The ever so delicate
speed arising on-an immediate stop- pull out the
body on the long trade made just for injured
mortal's soulless bodies-wheel it into the stories
of hospital brick above.

Windowsill-collapsing in upon itself as the ages
endure it.

Squirrels, chipmunks, snowshoes, blazed away-heavy
city lights blocking out the starts of the sinking
day- horns and hollers of the city folk arousing-
crude tones taking over the soft "eep" of the
chipmunk. The flag waves nobly above the graves
buried w/ served souls,
Red-white-blue,
White and red-
Red and yellow-

A windowsill-now gone as I look out through the
glass of the taxi's mockery-
humans buzzing, pigeons flapping-
I snap my head-
It goes by--
I must hurry as I collect myself-
Whirl-Whirl
-Hysteria
-Confusion
-A windowsill not placed in front of my lenses-
Tears rushing like the Niagara Falls-
I knew that soul-
I looked through that windowsill too long-
Now the windowsill won't come between me and
reality.

The whirl-whirl-
The blackout-
An explosion...or two-
The first of the war-
Mass amounts of celebration rocket the world-
The man was found afraid in his hole, so close to
his hometown.

A windowsill, I close the glass, shut it as I
drive myself away.

A windowsill,
September 11th,
Afghanistan,
Iraq,
Saddam-
A windowsill,
Closed and shattered as a new one forms-

I rise to the slate skies,
Away from the old sill-
I am for eternity now-
The Almighty with me-
My permanent unbroken windowsill-
Heaven (Faith)