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Candle Wax

Know that I was never pleased in seeing you suffer.
The carriage rocked steady, the wheels bounced off one another from side to side; from my heart to yours, yours to mine.
Your hands were always warm, eyes always bright, even in the cold.
Two candles were lit for every night, one for you and one for me. They took control of the time we had. As they dwindled, our time dissolved into the past. We exchanged glances, deep stares trying to read each others thoughts. As the wax dripped it measured the minutes rolling softly away from us. Our love grew in the beaming light, burning away the secretive shadows that outlined our relationship. As the candle vanished, you would go.


My heart bounced from one rib to another, creating an internal melody. The flame sang that same song and the wax did not melt. It took a stand for our love and refused to bow down to the construct of time. The sun revolved around us yet we stayed still. In that moment the world did not want us to part. But just as the moon controls the tides of the world, there were outside forces controlling us. It was inevitable. I never dreamt of the day, I dreaded it with every pleasant word I falsely wrote. I never believed it would come. It is selfish, I know, and I am ashamed but I would rather that the war go on and see turmoil in my surroundings if only I could have stayed with you a little longer. You were all I wanted.


I tried to see the stars through the falling snow but the frost bit my face and I could no longer look up, drawn to your eyes I found warmth only in them. The future was so far away, I wanted to be in that moment forever. Holding hands, wrapped together not only by fibers and threads of cloth to shelter from the cold but also by light, spindles of energy entangling our emotions, wound around our bodies. We were blind of any doubt. We could not see that someday soon someone would come between us. I would not have survived without you during that time, but I understand why you left.

 

Sonnet Intuitions

(Written at the age of 12)

Are we really ready for something more?

Something that shows us who we truly are?

Use your pretty key to open the door.

Behind it will be the inspiring star.

The world; mysteriously shaken.

By strong forces that control our true fate.

Old idea’s and beliefs shattered, taken.

Emotions scattered in a confused state.

Finding the door is just looking within.

Then you will know how things happen and why.

Once we realize, it can truly begin.

Answers lay here, no need to search the sky.

See the future in very clear visions.

Follow your heart, use your intuitions.

Fallen Illusion

The stars fall down on illusion and the grass disdains their presence.

The un-flowering buds blossom deeper into melancholy.

A fever grows to love and be heard, as you cause movement in the Earth with every step you take – then stopping the anger inside you when the Earth falls still.

Productive Rest

Humble productivity results from rest.
No boastful benefits will be seen, only a subtle reflection in your wellbeing.
The crazy rushed world strips rosy cheeks of color.
The guilt of the lazy eats their own health alive.
From the inside out, stress cannibalizes its owner. 
Lower motives for a respite and reprieve.
Do not learn to resent yourself for things you were taught to believe about racing for an endless cause to feed someone else’s greed. 
Move when you see fit, for a cause to end in dead bulbs re-lit.
For now, take time to sleep, rest, enjoy.
For then, you’ll be ready when your dreams deploy.

Swift Snow

Snow swiftly approaches.
Flurries hurry my way.
From the swirling sky, flakes float down collecting on the entire town,
piling up on rooftops, coating every inch with an icy shine.
Floppy ears retreat into the earth, under the slush filled street.
Covering everything in white, filling me with rotten spite.
Yearning for sunlight, the cold touches my nose and transforms me into all of my woes.
A grouch who loathes soggy socks and frost ridden toes,
I’ll stay hidden until spring.
A grinch in need of a pinch, awake me from this crystal stinging nightmare.
I’ll laugh and smile like a king among flowering blossoms.
Longing for the warm breeze, to lounge like leaves on the trees.
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Bird Calls

In the darkness of the night a bird calls out,
Flying looking for its home,
The tree it flew from has been cut down,
The birds wings grow tired but it continues to look,
What fool chopped this tree?
It was me.
I swung with my axe and set the wood ablaze.

Only after did I realize that this tree had a soul.
The soul lives on and haunts me when the sun falls.
Echoing bird calls daunt my ears,

Feathers flash flaunting before my eyes,
Of all my faults, this is the greatest.
I could not see what was before me,
All of the love and soul in your eyes,
Passed me by, I realized late.
Now it is my fate to hold this heavy pain in my chest, full with guilt.
Bursting heart, a cloud heavy with water and nowhere to rain it down.

If it were still standing, the bird would make its home again in this tree,
Even if the tree has no leaves, even if the tree is bent and twisted,
The bird would bow at the sight of it.

Chalice of Sand

Fixing this would be like gluing a portion of sand back into the ceramic chalice it once was.
I’ve tried to find each granule in the desert.
Through hopelessness, I strived to search for each missing spec,
but a storm blew all of the pieces in different directions.
Alone, I traveled, still looking.
Famished in despair with broken breaths of air.
Fallen at your feet, still you don’t seem to care.
I stand, move forward, choking as I sift the sand.
Cold eyes stare as I fight to bring it back together.
Under your glare, I stack the grains.
Squinting into the sunlit grit, eyes burning with pain.
Still you bend back my scrambling fingers in disdain.
Emotions beginning to wane,
heartbreak stain bleeding through to my seeding mind.
Finding doubt in each fleck of sun-drenched rock.
I lost myself in the particles flicked behind.
Searching for meaning in a meaningless void,
while you enjoyed watching as I unearthed everything you had already destroyed.

The chalice was meant to share with you.
Malice ruined the chance.
Hope did not relent as I balanced on a thin wire of love and hate.
You shook the wire to watch me fall;
caught in your arms, reassured, you set me back upon the wire only to shake it again.
If I allow this to go on, my fate will match the chalice,
broken into a fine dust blowing across the desert crust.

The Collapse of Fear

The knowledge of
desperation trembles
within my palms.

The understanding of
suffering clings
onto my heart.

The feeling of
hopelessness is dense
in the surrounding air.

The debilitation of
sickness is cast
into my body.

The swift absorption of
bad influence is struck
into my eyes.

The empathy of
undeserved pain collapses
my senses.

The reflex of
fear crumbles under
a strong spirit.

Castle of Mist

We are wandering in a maze of empty motives, infertile soil, superficial determination.
Adamant over a droplet, floating over a sea of salt.
Courageous for water crackers,
forceful for feathers.
Caring over empty craters,
cowering under mindless debaters.  
Water a bare patch of soil while the fake fluorescent sun blinds with its watts.
Dedicated to a vanishing world, overrun with marketed thoughts.
Convinced to give up dreams, in favor of a false world and hollow word.
Chatter and clamor about immaterial, never to manifest concepts.

Effort for Wind.
Drifting directives, belief in meaningfulness invented out of nothingness.
A castle built of Mist. Defend it as though it is made of Diamond.
As though it holds a secret purpose no one knows. That no one will ever know.
Diamonds invisibly floating in the mist,
coating us with incandescent polish, so easily wiped off.
Glimmer while you can.
Keep your mind in this place of illusion – inside the lie we gleam.
Inside the lie, we are sane.

Stacks of puffy paper, crinkled edges.
We fight for dull green, wrinkled sheets, dirtied white, we fight.
To break out – Free yourself from the maddening cycle of what you’ve convinced yourself is real.
To realize just the opposite is true.
Your priorities placed for you, on a sheet of melting ice in the Castle of Mist.

Soul of Valor

Absorbed into amorous eyes, glowing sad.

Subtle stumble upon the bumble bee of destiny, love-stung, supple, swollen, sweet honey.

Princely pride stolen from a shy, shielding stance.
Reaching face wielding the familiar unknown.
Feelings that are sown must relearn to be open.

Heaven’s rumble roars, heaving clamor into gated chambers and through closed doors.
Champion of sunken hearts, chiseled charms calling lovers to arms. Chance-start christens two parts under one star starting to fall.