Ripples in the pond of life
Emanate from the core
Reverberating as echos...
When the pebble of decision
Follows the action
Of the first step.... drop
Lady LilyLady Lily and the Woodsman
She is she...
The blossoming lily,
Floating on the lake of serenity...
Beckoning him from the woods of despair...
To drink of the water
That quenches his spirit
And fills him with the ripples
Of joyful, calm love.
He is he...
Stepping from the abyss
Of the darkness of the woods...
To fill his palm
With the clear water
Embodying the elegant spirit
And quench his thirst,
Of letting his old soul
By the joyful, calm love
Together they are complete.
Life ThoughtLife Thoughts
Enacted only by the mind's agenda, is unfulfilled...
Ruled only by the heart's emotion, is unimaginable...
Evolving from the nexus of the two Realms intertwined, is truly complete...
Snowflakes fall, blood is in the air,
Covering white figure of pride,
Lying forceless on the ground,
Having no strength to fight with the snow,
Nor even with reality,
Which drifts down from the empty sky,
Where the moon cannot be seen,
Where birds cannot be heard,
At which wolves can only howl.
KakuHidaHe watched the world through pain hooded eyes
Hiding fromt he hate
And ignoring the lies
Purple eyes closed as the hurt became to much
He held himself gently
Desperate for a tender touch.
Dragging himself upright he gasps as the twinge
A masochist in agony
He found the joy over before it begins
His steps were labored as he ran through the night
To forget about the fight
Sometimes being immortal can be undesiarable
When the only man you love
Finds you uncompliable.
The fit of rage was so much worse then the last
He finds his strengh fading
And gives in to the inevitable collapse
The footsteps he hears coming
Bring a tightness to his chest
He knows this strong football
So much better then the rest
He closes his eyes and braces himself for the blow
But the hand he now feels
Expresses the love thats rarely shown.
He looks at the unmasked face
At the stiches and the eyes
He lets his tears fall
Dropping his disguise
A quiet "I'm so sorry" is whispered in his ear
He is pull
out of Gardenwhat sea
how it is welling your eyes a wet mess
where urchins of the ocean will spill to howl their elegy
where mermaids will turn widows
once brine has swallowed whole their sailor babes
stewarding the land instead
is why i never set sail with you
but to lay in gardens, oh
a bed sheet rotten by the ultraviolet
and our laps full of stars
what black soil will pervert your knees there
where moonlight will mirror out from your teeth
to run fanatic toward cosmic space
after bathing in the space among us
where walking air pushes every dust
one of sun-dried butterflies
one of beaten rug with broom
one of honey bees minus harvest
one from sands of human crust
when traced is an orb monster, Jupiter
around your left breast, so that nipple
a blood storm just under the skin
and asking where you sowed the marigolds
is only to hear you choke the words time and water
in the same sentence
to hear you say there will be no rain for a week
while an ocean is
I do not believe that hatred grows over a day. Neither does it grow instantly. It needs an evil hand to feed it, an evil essence to nurture it.
You can't blame me
if I view every single person
Life has certainly presented me
with life's darkest secrets
deep down within
the recesses of the human heart
lies a dark side
a sinister side, unrevealed.
I was always the one
who saw through these people
I was always the one
not belonging to the unfeeling world
I was always the one
being treated like a fool
Will I find my door
my door where I will escape into
I bleed quietly
Quietly I bleed
An invitation to open bacteria
to consume me
to engulf me within
ScrutinyAnd when I am formulated, sprawling on a pin,
When I am pinned and wriggling on the wall,
Then how should I begin
~ T.S. Eliot, "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock
I am going through the keyless gate
to watch and wait,
to wander here and there among the proud,
among the white and old whose wisdom rots, repressed, untold:
the soporific royals wreathed in leaves of gold.
And to them I shall read aloud from the Book,
read of the sins their lips have took
and upon me they shall look and patiently reflect
I am lost in my own depth, I will say
in a slight, impartial way
(for I lack violets and an antic princes love)
and they, floating through their channels deep
dare to drown me in my sleep and in their orisons remember
So shall I be a queen bone and ash,
of crawling worms and sullied, melting flesh.
Kissed by death, I shall burn upon a pyre
knowing only distance and desire and, rising from the fire,
I shall step with soft, unfettered feet
I'm Not One of Those PeopleIve never been one of those people
that walks around the house naked
with the blinds open,
[tied up in knots by a
good (proper) upbringing].
Im not even one who walks
around naked with the
[someone might drop by and
In secret, I dream about
padding around the house in
the middle of the day
[in nothing but my
And maybe, just maybe,
Ill eventually work up
[to let the altogether you
walk around with me
until we find something
A Legacy of WisdomYou have scribed your words,
wealthy wreaths of wisdom,
on paper never torn or worn.
You have etched your passions
on my brow.
You have left this wallowed world
victorious; eyes resplendent
with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.
Your passions shall echo in my ears
And should I stray into some
sullen storm, or get caught in
the torrents of the monsoon, Ill know
that Lears been there before, and
Ill not swoon.
And if Hades doors open up
before my stranded soul, and scorch
it with the heat of hell, Ill recall that
I am not the first Dantes been down
there as well.
And if on my death-bed I mourn
the life I wasted on wine and stale
chocolate bars, Ill recall Wildes words and
hope that, though long in the gutter, I did
glimpse the stars.