White Tiger's blog: "Poems and Stories of the Tiger"

Human-Nature by Kuba Night falls. The blue velvet of the sky becomes pierced by the light of the past, They flicker a whisper of the ancient ways. Horizons interrupted by the crown of forest call out softly With the caress of a breeze. The moon ignites silver on water. Cries of life unbound reach up to the heavens And the earth breathes the essence of creation. All is one. Man and beast face the end together unto the breaking of the sun. Perpetual darkness A blood red glow usurps the stars from the sky, Whispers are drowned out by the groan of industry. Cold steel impales the horizon, Jutting out of strangled earth. The moon is dead. Cries are heard no more, Life’s absence is a silent scream born from one last breath. One is all. We are alone unto the breaking of the world. What path is that of destiny? ©2006 ~HeWhoWalksWithTigers

Samsara by Kuba Open your eyes and see a fading sky All pain is numb and you wonder why Reflections of light from a fleeting world Frozen in time as you begin to die. The light from your eyes is stolen away Never again will you feel the warmth of day No more watching the fall of rain No more life, all fades to gray. Broken flesh becomes cold and still Figures surround their valued kill Robbed of life, you are torn apart Fate fueled by greed, an evil will “Return to earth, return to me” Voices echo in a formless sea Light swells and pain subsides Taken away, “you now are free.” See the depth of endless skies Feel the power of divinity’s eyes Touch the source of all that is life. Hear the night broken by lupine cries. So it begins with life anew Chance once more to join the noble few Those who fight for the lives that were lost. Those who seek justice long overdue. ©2006 ~HeWhoWalksWithTigers

Fate’s Confluence by “Kuba” Thunder sounds and fires burn Wind-swept mountains and dew-soaked fern Untamed calls that know not time Captured in this soul of mine Veiled within a play of light Silent treading through seas of night Thou cannot know the sights I’ve seen The forgotten names of where I’ve been Lest thou know one world alone Tending seeds of sin you’ve sown Still crafting spears that pierced my side My subjugation begets your pride My heart still beats, but blood runs dry Dare I say my end is neigh? What cruel whim, what cruel fate Would cast me through perdition’s gate Thou hold the keys to grief’s refrain While courting death, doom and bane Hath thy judgment’s craft been made? Hath thou clasped the sword or spade? Recall the fires that doth rise In the deepest deeps and skies Fearful symmetry of work divine Captured in this soul of mine. -July 15th 2006-