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Memory BoxMemory Box
Here the memories are kept
tucked away in a little wooden box
where tears of the past are wept
Resting under a girls pillow as she slept
inside there is a loved ones locks
here the memories are kept
Secrets only for the heart to accept
yellowed photos like fading thoughts
where tears of the past are wept
A place both sorrow and love have met
and time stands still with a broken clock
here the memories are kept
In the corners dust and cobwebs crept
as the sadness in the shadows still knocks
where tears of the past are wept
Within a little box the past is not dead yet
a preservation so dearly sought
where tears of the past are wept
here the memories are kept
3:59 PM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBlinded By the SunlightBlinded By the Sunlight Warmth pours against my face tingling throughout my skin there seems no escape from rays piercing like a knife lancing my eyes fire burning down my back hot breath on my neck if only the clouds would come blinding Apollo's eye so I may once more take breath and escape this oppression 9:36 AM - 7/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentAsh and DustAsh and Dust
Unraveled threads hang loose unforeseen as time begins to wind down until it is nothing nothing but a squeak a single cloud that will evaporate and the air is moist while the dog howls just over the moon barely daring to peek through only this is all that remains ash and dust gray-paint the wind sagging and soggy hovering heavy impregnated but soon defiled and ended. 3:09 PM - 7/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentWildernessWilderness
Serenity found
in the still air and bird song
stoic watching trees
with a gentle stirring breeze
flutter of far away wings
9:11 AM - 7/22/2008 - comments {0} - post commentMasqueradeMasquerade
Her eyes watched
from behind the mask
while the music played
from somewhere far away
Drawn by the song
she drifted away,
leaving a trail of feathers
in her wake
Ascending each marble
step within the spiral,
alone but for the burning flame,
hidden away in the shadows
She accelerates with each
stroke that beckons and guides
her way; heart beating faster
for fear the silence will come
before she uncovers the mistro
Images dance within her head
lust and love clashing together,
cloaked behind crimson curtains
draping along dark windows
A moment that stretches on
beyond time; lost within the maze,
dazzled by each new disguise
which passes over watching eyes
Her fingers slide along
the wall which undulates
before the fall of the melody
A keystroke rings the chime
of a clock; the witching hour
struck its final tune and
there the costumes fall away
A dream that shimmers
to unravel and beneath
the veil reveals the truth
which falls like a hammer
of a heartbeat
Yet there remains
upon the floor a fallen
mask and a few floating
feathers bejeweled in black
pearls and ribbons of silk.
2:49 PM - 7/21/2008 - comments {0} - post commentHIS LoveHIS Love
You speak falsely of
God's love when I look into you eyes when I look into the past and flip through the pages that have passed many hands I do not find it. I quest it and always fall short
you try and convince but I find your arguments are fading and failing when I see all that has been done in HIS name. His own son he sacrificed
for our sins it was told but who would be so easy to cast aside their own flesh and blood and for what? His forgiveness is only skin deep
those that follow on their knees he will grant the keys of the kingdom. He cajoled with Satan who he forsook
for speaking out against the tyranny in order to prove his own egoism by the suffering of Job, the poor soul made a game, toyed with upon a string. And what of Abraham?
Made to believe he would have to shed the blood of his one and only son to appease. They may claim that in the end angels had
saved him, but what a cruel joke simply to prove ones own greatness. Where is the love in condemnation
of those who have a free mind and live as they please. I do not find love in a dictatorship
that preaches there is only one way one truth, I see no love that would damn to hell the gentle spirit of Buddha for seeking a new path a new truth, one that does not judge. I see now love in one who would deny the rights
of all other gods, so that he may rein supreme and dare not to share the spotlight. Dogma and forced belief
at the threat of eternal punishment is not a kind of love of which I am familiar it is the love of those who when made flesh and bone are sent into dungeons, or the hangman's rope. It is a love that wars are waged to overcome
it is the Love of Hitler, and Sadam it is the love of mad men. But you still would preach to me
of his Goodness, I find your words a falseness and a lie. 6:47 PM - 7/20/2008 - comments {0} - post commentDancing LeavesDancing Leaves Dancing in sunlight with a twinkling of eyes blink soft green hues intensified Tickled by the wind gentle aerial ripples a caress upon my soul. 9:31 AM - 7/20/2008 - comments {0} - post commentDawn A New DayDawn A New Day Spread my wings and fly away Shed a tear and hide away Close my eyes and dream a new day On my knees begging you to stay If I could breathe I'd run away Never a word I can say Spread your wings and carry me away Together we will enter a brand new day You always know the words to say From this world you'll hide me away I know in your arms forever I'll stay. 9:40 PM - 7/19/2008 - comments {0} - post commentFear Is Not the EndFear Is Not the End I feel the breath against my back: close my eyes and count to ten Once I would have been terrified; paralyzed Give myself over to the control icy fingers against my skin But No! Never again will I stand motionless; relinquish my freedom Open my eyes to look dead ahead it is my time to rise No longer will I be impotent I've watched my own blood for the last time I wonder what color do you bleed in? Time to turn a new corner I close my eyes and count to ten and I hope you run and hide because this is the last time fear can push me down At last the beast has woke inside. 4:00 PM - 7/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentGossamer WingsGossamer Wings A tear in the gossamer wings the powder begins to flake away while flight becomes impossible only a reoccurring dream such colors that no longer mean anything overtime will begin to fade weighted down by the pressed print made another's mark born like a brand A shred of iridescence no longer each band of vibrance speaking as one in a single voice now just guttural sounds a lesson in aesthetics how quick anything can be made ugly with only a twist of asymmetrical disharmony Tears tumble down only to wash away the essence now trapped within the self-made bubble understanding begins to seep in how gossamer can decay and leave in its place only echoes of former beings unable to survive outside psychedelics. 11:03 AM - 7/7/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBrave OneBrave One Her wings fell limply at her side her eyes gleam up with deep pleading but nothing will stop the bleeding Ivory tears she tries hard to hide soon begin to turn crimson and it has only just begun She tried to fight against the tide now she shivers in the cold disbelieving she was bold Crushing is the pain held inside as she tries to shake free her chains left to the mercy of the rains Alone with no one to confide a broken soul forsaken because she was so mistaken. 10:52 AM - 7/4/2008 - comments {0} - post commentBit By BitBit By Bit
Blood begins to drop
bit by bit slow at first but gaining a flood a river each dark reflective without explanation without purpose but a moment passage in time gentle rising up to the crescendo climax thunder bolt drum beat faltering fading twisting dying but for a moment breath intake inhale than gone a mist released exhale 12:39 PM - 7/3/2008 - comments {0} - post commentSun ChildSun Child She was raised in the sun a sun with heavy lided eyes that never did wink; stretched across the sky languidly Crowned in golden light, she liked to dance among the flowers, flowers of yellow that never slept And above in the sky the bright fire-orange eye watched with a steady gaze that grazed upon the skin She never dreamed for she never closed her eyes, but she danced in fields of amber in the light of day; a day that is never vanquished A child cradled in warmth and radiance, her eyes seemed to shine in illuminated innocence born by the shield from darkness and shadows Yet only a half-lived life beneath the watch of a sun that never smiled without a purpose. 5:00 PM - 7/1/2008 - comments {0} - post commentGirl in the MirrorGirl in the Mirror
There was a girl who stood before the mirror
she looked desperately but did not recognize the other
eyes watched as if from another realm
a spirit trapped deep within her body
only a stranger gazed back behind the glass
she could not speak buried inside herself
lost forever to this world, only the shell remains
there is no escaping from this prison
she tried to scream but only silence answers
shatters the reflection with fallen glass and tears
down the drain the blood begins to flow
at least now she no longer has to see
scattered around her feet are slivered figments
old memories that will never again be
the tile is cold against her skin as she feels
porcelain once white now died crimson
there is nothing left for her in this life
only lost hopes and unfulfilled desires
when the girl on the other side of the mirror
only a shadow image that wavers
takes control of who she use to be
life at last to the illusions denied.
3:13 PM - 6/30/2008 - comments {0} - post commentLoveLove Love: a soft cascading caress feathery touches with sweet rising tenderness Love: seen deeply within a lovers eyes felt suddenly through my body my heart stuttering with stolen breath Love: glistening upon the sea dancing twilight of the stars reflection whispers carried in the breeze all felt like a dream Love: an unveiled mystery like the mist dissipating just before the fingers touch yet cool tender kisses tantalize the skin Love: awakened from deep within undeniable feeling that captivates even as it frees the comfort in the darkness is love. 2:37 PM - 6/27/2008 - comments {0} - post commentThe Old OnesThe Old Ones We have lived for over a million years So alas we may finally rest We will just fade away into the night Once when we had the strength But the earth is no longer ours Soon we will embrace sweet oblivion Now we just want to disappear and we have only nightmares 1:26 PM - 6/26/2008 - comments {2} - post commentDead SoulsDead Souls Silently they walk the night through the shadows that call their name dead souls with ever watching eyes songs of morning haunt the years the ghostly melody begins to rise never a word spoken of where they came silently they walk the night Bound away and hidden from sight all their sorrow and all their pain felt the same dead souls with ever watching eyes songs of morning haunt the years upon their lips may pass forsaken lies never a word spoken of where they came silently they walk the night To feel their touch is to know their plight silently they walk the night hidden in the dark to hide their shame never a word spoken of where they came dead souls with every watching eyes no longer to this world do they have ties songs of morning haunt the years songs of morning haunt the years Shunned forever from the light cast outside they shall remain silently they walk the night dead souls with ever watching eyes songs of morning haunt the years silently they walk the night. 2:35 PM - 6/24/2008 - comments {0} - post commentOnly HereOnly Here I do not know where I am going anymore Ahead of me I cannot see it is all just a foggy blur I try and look back but the way is covered in broken rose petals so many lost memories Here I stand on broken glass and eggshells nowhere to step without a throb of pain Where am I to go when I am so lost in the gray Nothing ever can stay but the bitter taste that still remains Now and than a fresh breath inhaled but even it comes with a sting Tears will do no good always someone else's price to be paid The pull to just slip away but the voices that call you back through the decay 4:35 PM - 6/23/2008 - comments {0} - post commentAvalonAvalon A gentle breeze from distant shores, through the mist the spirits are seen, and the songs long dead will play a sweet symphony cascading on the water. Watching from a cliff top vista in haunted dreams a castle spire will arise from the frothy white sea that brings a gentle breeze from distant shores. Where have all the souls of Yore gone, left alone with only fleeting memory, time dissipating as the grains of sand through the mist spirits are seen, Dancing one last time before they vanish, longing held deep inside to run away yet still upon this plane they cannot stay and the songs of the dead will play, To be heard by those with careful ears and dreamers lost in the darkness, the veil for a moment shimmers with a sweet symphony cascading on the water. 3:33 PM - 6/20/2008 - comments {0} - post commentFeast/Love Me TenderFeast Stillness lingers in the air darkness waits like a hunter caught within a gypsy stare stillness lingers in the air until there comes a clap of thunder tension sprung, release the snare darkness waits like a hunter
Love Me Tender
Fingers trace against the skin
so tender your eyes do speak
my body quivers with our sin
fingers trace against the skin
our physical union is what I seek
held in rapture I whisper "again"
so tender your eyes do speak 2:35 PM - 6/19/2008 - comments {0} - post comment
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