Time

June 2nd, 2010

Unceasing pursuits inevitably implode, depth begets greater depths.

Predictably cyclical, redundant yet fruitful, you are a terrible thief.

There is victory and loss in every path, loss however, is inevitable.

When the strings of entanglement reach too far, who do I say I am?

My identity woven in externalities, my soul feels insatiable thirst.

Everything changes, yet, without morphing, I am dead.

From void to stagnation to frustration to growth.

Death and life, such codependent bitter enemies.

Secession you wicked enemy of hope, you hold the key to happiness, and for that, I will always hate you and desire you.

Nothing changes, I will fight for something that cannot be attained, like the glimmer of a moment peering into the eyes of God, a glimmer burning with terrifying intensity for a moment, a moment that you live a whole life for and would live another for, but it is but a vapor called life and legacy.

After all this, I find myself back at the start of a cycle of life and death, of secession and hope, of nostalgia and dreams, where is the balance?  And so, i climb the ladder, and try again to walk the tightrope of life with finesse and aplomb, this is the balance and the beauty of life, that it all points towards one thing undefined.

Wisdom’s Detriment

June 9th, 2009

Enlighten me of mysteries unfurled.  I walked past a copse of death and another a blossom.  Perfumes of fruits and flowers, an aroma of bliss, and a taste of honey.  Trees dripped with life and I tasted and wanted insatiably.  Eden was but a glimpse, the range of dry land that lay beyond so barren.  Once a part of the garden now charred and devoid of life.

Naked

May 28th, 2009

Anew.  A fresh joy, a new love. Yesterday was but darkness.

 

My new but familiar clothes discarded, given back unto the world.  So cheap yet so expensive.  A cost that once seemed so high became my origin. 

Spiraling downward commitment exploded, my prosperity seemingly exploded, yet everything seemed to be losing its value. 

 

Where were you to protect me?  Why did you leave me?  Where was your guidance?  Where was your love?  You were never alive when I needed.

 

The more I gained control the more it seemed to elude me.  Make me my own master, indentured to none, but my own.  A hope so palpable, let me be as a god!  Strength and desire be my guide.  I gained all in my mind, but I knew not where I was nor what I had gained, but I was insatiable.  In the pain, in the suffering, I knew no more, pain defined a world so small, but of infinite consequence.

 

Fearful clouds so thick and dense, there was no light to be seen.  What had once been a mist became a fog, and was oppressing my every breath.  Suffocating in a world of life and beauty, I could see my world no longer.

 

Then I gazed upon a sight of fame.  A sight transcendent, as if the heavens had opened.

 

Let me come naked, let me lay exposed before you!  Bathe me in righteousness, cleanse me in truth, clothe me in majesty.  Adorn me with love; let me be a fine aroma to you.  Freedom never felt so free but the cost was so high.  An expense that was so great it’s price more than I could ever earn.  Even if for but a time, I lived as royalty, I became as a queen, the king’s betrothed and beloved.  Life was life, to be enthroned in a kingdom to live.

 

As quickly as I was whisked from my feet I lost my way to the kings quarters, distraction curtailed my fervor to find the throne.  I traded my scepter for crumbs to eat.  My golden bracelets for a glimpse of the unknown.  Pearls so pure and brilliant for a day in a cloud.  I was once so important to the king, it seemed as if he never cared at all, my departure not quite tantamount, certainly other affairs and subjects and mistresses had become more important.  I had been forsaken yet again, perpetuity inevitable.  Hurt from all sides, even when I thought I had found my protection, my love.   A hope beyond my dreams, fate seemed to bring me back.

 

A lifetime past, fond memories became dull recollections.  Loves lost, but never had I seemingly found.  I held on to nothing dearly.  A string of something, but there was no cohesive conclusion.  Where was my true joy?  The king’s courts were so majestic, should I not but visit his chambers even though the palace will not be opened, surely the king would at least entertain his fantasy from a time past, certainly he could not have forgotten the intimacy.  A tale so epic and ridiculous, a mere peasant with a king of great influence.

 

Yet as I approached, old and weather beaten, undesirable in almost every way.  All seemed  unchanged, a garden of perfection, a structure imposing and strong, even the water in the moat sparkled like spring water.  Everything was majestic yet inviting as it always was.  To my surprise, I was welcomed in the castle.  Eerily I tiptoed the path that had once been so familiar.  As I walked to the kings chambers I felt wretched, why would he want me, even if he was old and haggard, he had power and riches, property and status.  I had value but in my small circles for which no one outside of them had any interest.  I didn’t even bother showering for such an affair, my hair in a muss, clothing ruffled, and my appearance frumpy and tired.  As I stood outside his chambers I equivocated, and began to feel foolish.  Why had I even bothered to return, to come so far for nothing, he would not even be there and surely he would turn away his face when he saw what I had become. 

 

 

Overwhelmed by recklessness I thrust myself through the imposing doors.  How had the king remained so young, he was handsome and lovely, he sat alone, he had been waiting for me all these years, thinking of the heart he loved and the one life he treasured.  He would have died waiting and died for me to live.  As he gazed upon me with burning eyes of love he exclaimed to me that I was lovely. He had been waiting for me to return.  I tried to explain to him about my other lovers and that I was haggard and wretched, but he would have none of it… He clothed me in the robes of a queen and pampered me.  All would be well and the past forgotten, how would this be, that a king would wait for a tattered and bruised peasant… A heart so full of angst and a king of pure love… But all was forgotten and never spoken of again, the king knew nothing but truth and love and had waited at the doors of his chamber for his maidens heart an entire lifetime and not departed for a moment. 

 

In his courts again I became beautiful and lovely, and I once again was reminded of what had made me wondrous in the first place.  I would die in his arms, lovers entwined for eternity, a love so pure, a love so infinite… Nothing could destroy our destiny; he would be there with me and wait a lifetime yet again.  He would always want me back and never remember the times that I left… as long as I came back and bowed before my king, I would be his queen.  I would be a queen.

A Lament

May 27th, 2009

Why so unworthy?  To live a world apart yet reside a breath away. 

 

 My heart so tarnished by unrequited love, hearts obscured in vaults for more menacing a captor.  Never more than a glimpse in a window, not but a taste of glory and love, to gaze upon and hold reserved for quite a different soul.  The transgressions none beyond my very being.  I the hostage in prison of the minds of others, entrapped yet never to be believed. 

  

An anomaly, my torture the separation from the world around me.  A spectacle, an interest, a rare coin that has no rival, but remains valueless in it’s singularity.  Time has made me sick for love, a love that transcends words and deeds, a love of trust and a love of sharing.  Two planets which collide to form a brilliant star. 

 

 Why is my desert so large that I encounter but a passing bedouin who is curious to know my adventure, but dares not partake or follow?  My body aches and my heart longs.  Why such inevitable exclusions, am I not worth this?  Am I not worth anything at all?  But yet I remain a mystery to be solved, a fleeting desire for many, but a companion to none.  None will choose to be my equal. 

 

 To pour out of my heart till I bleed to the brink of extinction, I can take this no longer, no time seems relevant to refill, no time can refresh, and here I stand similarly, in obscurity, in the minds of many, and the heart of none.  I feel as dead as death itself, my rejections destroying my feeble sparks of hope.  Who am I and what have I done? 

 

 There is no love left in the hearts of this broken world to absorb such a burden as myself.  So lonely, I shall trudge, down the paths of quiet indignation, to work is to live, to serve and to die, there is nothing more.

caprice

May 24th, 2009

gusts be my guide

crests of cream and ebbs of time

romance of eternity

shifting scapes and billowing seas draw me deep

Uncertainties distress

May 17th, 2009

Storms torrents may crash, yet feelings of loss and sorrow always seem calmed by the ever returning lull of the seas.  Times adrift are all too near, a seafaring journey so exciting, but so terrifying.  Nets so encumbered, I fear the boat to stay afloat at times.  Restless and hungry nights I ponder if I will I ever catch a fish again. 

 

Under the vast landscape of stars, the magnificence of creation calls me… Which precious star will be mine?  I called out for an answer, where are you?  Where are you my burning affection?  But no one answered.  ‘Twas in my heart forever after all, and I listened for the waves, and waited for the storms, and dreamt of the clouds…

 

It was a change of seasons, I could always tell.  I hoped for this one to be magnificent and bountiful, for time to stop and this season to last forever, but alas, my aging heart could only know what was inevitable.  Floating through the monsoons and the calms, the winds would always be my strength and my sustenance.  Carrying me where I need to go, taking me in the directions intended, cultivating my very existence… But I would always dream of my star, where was she?  When I knew, I would leap into the heavens and fixate on my light. 

 

A treasure to be mine alone, one to be handled with care, but perhaps the flame was too bright and the future too large for my humble boat to handle, oh my star where art thou?  I would gladly patch my boat a thousand times and weather an unending storm than navigate alone forever, I can only raise the sails and steer the boat for so long, but it’s so tiresome and company would be so enchanting… Such is time and such are the seas, for now, I stare into the heavens, kiss the ears of God, and wonder.

a life to live

May 15th, 2009

Stranded yet never alone, my scope the disquieted oceans, dreadful void dividing a union unbreakable.  The darkness would speak tales unspeakable, flee me.  

 

I desire freedom; rend these chains of bondage and give me that which I love.  Amorous hearts aflame. 

 

Who else could be worthy of my affections?  Who would be my equal?  To learn that which no one else could teach and give unto my bride abundantly, there is nothing more worthy.

Courageous Moon

May 13th, 2009

Storms torrents may crash, yet feelings of loss and sorrow always seem calmed by the ever returning lull of the seas.  Times adrift are all too near, a seafaring journey so exciting, but so terrifying.  Nets so encumbered, I fear the boat to stay afloat at times.  Restless and hungry nights I ponder if I will ever catch a fish again. 

 

Under the vast landscape of stars, the magnificence of creation calls me.  Which precious star will be mine?  I called out for an answer, where are you?  Where are you my burning affection?  But no one answered.  ‘Twas in my heart forever after all, and I listened for the waves, and waited for the storms, and dreamt of the clouds. It was a change of seasons, I could always tell.  I hoped for this one to be magnificent and bountiful, for time to stop and this season to last forever, but alas, my aging heart could only know what was inevitable. 

 

Floating through the monsoons and the calms, the winds would always be my strength and my sustenance.  Carrying me where I need to go, taking me in the directions intended, cultivating my very existence.  But I would always dream of my star, where was she?  When I knew, I would leap into the heavens and fixate on my light.  A treasure to be mine alone, one to be handled with care; but perhaps the flame was too bright and the future too large for my humble boat to handle.  Oh my star where art thou? 

 

I would gladly patch my boat a thousand times and weather an unending storm than navigate alone forever, I can only raise the sails and steer the boat for so long, but it’s so tiresome and company would be so enchanting.  Such is time and such are the seas, for now, I stare into the heavens, kiss the ears of God, and wonder.

Willow

April 22nd, 2009

Swaying for the night
Shimmers of silver
Your lustrous hair glistened
A romance beneath your brances
A history illuminated by a reflection so fragile and fair
Scars of time, death by your feet and life above reaching out for heaven
Sensual and divine
Capture my heart a dream
Rooted in time
You dance with your children
Let the stars be your guide
Dance tonight for the day comes so soon
Your mystery revealed
Beauty never forgotten

obfuscations

April 22nd, 2009

Embittered destruction foretold lovers’ hearts
For majesties sake, doldrums void thrived
Maligned intent, endearment and horror
Tablets of rose, shattered from an icy frost, flowers abound
A syzygy of utter perfection
Destiny revoked and destiny fulfilled
Divergent light careened on paths to nowhere
Never again
Never before
For a moment in time
Pain of palpable textures ruled
Burning embers in winters cold
Fading so quietly, no one ever knew
And such was winters cold
Never again
Never before

A Dearth Abundant

April 4th, 2009

The winds asunder, spirits tossed hither and yon.  An icy chill bled me, lugubrious, I lost my way.  Trees bowed and creatures cowered to natures wrath.  There was no escaping what surrounded me, I floundered, in a frenzy, I sought my shelter. 

 

‘Twas but a warm fire in this hovel that was fleecing me, for I felt no melting of the glaciers in my heart.  The empty walls of weather beaten wood had no doubt been an unwelcoming resting place for many over the years.  Wind howled through the cracks, rays of light preyed on this dilapidated excuse for solace.  The kitchen was tired.  Beautiful cutlery had grown dull, the stove was neglected and showed it’s tired face, the oven but a distant memory of love.  Once lustrous brass faded in the background, barely noticeable any more. 

 

There was nothing in this place that reminded me of home, everything had lost it’s shimmer.  It was a place with no purpose, time had stolen it’s majesty and the caretakers had long abandoned what they had been entrusted.  A striking clock, curiously wound, the only living piece, the hammers pounding a penetrating vibration, hinting at inevitability, soon it would be night.  

 

What lied ahead in a puddle of ink? What was left behind out there in the day that seemed to pass by so quickly?  Why the sun yielded to it’s child so passively was not important anymore.  The fire my only glimmer of hope to help me remember what there once was, to find the home I never had.  Dusty cans of rations and a pile of wood so large, I had time to contemplate, where would I go from this place. 

 

Am I to be a prisoner or find contentment in this shack?  Only the night would tell.

abstruse

March 8th, 2009

diminutive flames of doubt cast shadows of castigation

beloved normalcy feared the exalted

trodden down on the path to secret places

light so obscured, traces of smoke marked its existence

none dared gaze

hearts of fear burned in contention

mask this flame in the vacuum of space

mysterious star burn in the heavens

so that all may see and none may know,

where you are, inside us all

Striving for Perdition

February 28th, 2009

The masses cried out

A pittance give

Waiting for a king

He rode a different path

Sinking in mire

Their cries feigned adoration

Their songs were of desperation

They applauded, but no one heard

Their light shined forth not

They strove and sunk

But He had not forsaken them

glorious flight

February 25th, 2009

ere bitter shadows danced

haunts of noir and lost perfection

storms of winter and seasons gone

trampled grace and battered dignity

blown afar by the winds of time

nights grew dark but we knew no despair

frosts surrounded but we knew no cold

sparkles of light and glimmers of dreams filled our night

till there was night no more

for the stars shined so bright

I danced upon the sun

And we knew the night no more