Feeble attempts to see past the brink
Past the bullets
Past the gun in my hand
And the sad strains of music meant to break reality
The feel of the muzzle to the left of breastbone
Cold and welcome
Finger waits outside the guard
A small step from freedom
Tethers frayed and only one more choice to make
The slow beat of a heart long splintered
No fear, only regret of the journey not taken.
Month: April 2016
Alchymist Rose
Spilt anger smoulder down to ember
cool rain spills
healing, seething, boiling
rekindle blaze
breeze to bonfire
snuffed out to smoke
become the wind
embrace of winter’s love
flurries fall
crystalline coherence shatters
push up and struggle
take breathe
grow heavy and substantial
future’s hope spread light
safe in the eye of the storm
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Shoreline
don’t want a friendship
want the flame
always step forward
never step back
always move to
never step away
Only built bridges and yet they all burn
life marked and marred
by the fires we yearned
And one fateful meeting
starts drifting away
Stand on the shore
building bridges
from ash
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Truth wears a mask
Your words
caress my skin
And make me
…whole
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He who walks between
In the darkness
comes a figure
painted in hearts blood
ancient
lashed to the past and future
suspended between all that was and all that will be
he watches from the shadows
until events are settled
then coats himself in illusion
and ventures forth
to walk a path between
looking for his love
who’ll travel with him beyond the veil
after a lifetime’s skein
mortality drips from fingertips but never touches soul
it has been pledged to service
and love he’s found in a gods embrace
but mortal heart
he searches for mortal touch
to walk hand in hand
into the space between
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Second sun
burn with need of you
my every cell vibrating
your words set my molecules to spinning
seconds from becoming a new sun
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Overwhelming?
Every thought, every word, every dream is of you
I seek the next chapter or next poem
and you stand, distant and close
your hand over my heart
feel it beating?
it beats with joy, a joy that is you.
My miss, it beats and I feel you, a deep connection
You have woken me from my long slumber
You are mine, my miss
I am yours, your Sir
Always.
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Wondering
I hate the thought that someone may be waiting for me to ask them something, that if I just asked, I could be with them. I hate that idea, how can I know how you feel? Just ask me, the answer will likely be yes. And if its no then at least you’ll be free.
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Detente
A lifetime of words spill out
Hearts blood on the page
Desire, want, and need
Logic and emotions in sync
Ruled by nought but the moment
The moment and you
A world of spun glass and long stemmed rose whips
Screams and whimpers
Ecstasy and agony and the float
Feel my flesh, know that I am real
Ask and it will be done
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There begins the tale
On the morn, where shadows bend
The oaks brought low by shatter frost wind
They awake
Brought tear to eye and skin to fear
These moments before I wake
Pelgris 