Poetic Prattle

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.

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.

gusts be my guide

crests of cream and ebbs of time

romance of eternity

shifting scapes and billowing seas draw me deep

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.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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

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