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Crystallize: The Angel with Crystal EyesShe, like no other woman I've met, has a heart that is as sound as my own. It beats for one thing alone. Life. From her experiences it sings a dark melody which then crescendos into a symphony of resolve absolute. My God, how her body rocks along and dances through the air to that enchanting tune. All the while, twisting the world around her into a resplendent light show; that challenges the Godly phantasmal beauty of the ether-real.
Yet, not one of her features holds me more ensnared than her eyes of crystal blue. They generate some glorious sense of faith, in this universe sublime. Therein lies the true nature of her that has caught me in muse. The soul she carries, is a true paragon of serenity, and even though she has faced against the most terrifying aspects of the dark. That bright miracle God has bestowed within her is still pure.
Yes, she is my friend from the mini-mart.
Journey Home(IV): The StruggleI did not hesitate to grab it from
its rest, nor did I think of the actions
that would be response to this soulful act.
A boundless energy then filled my soul.
It was as though this object had always
been a part of my destined path to walk.
No more time passed between my acceptance
of the sword's light and being at their sides
in the struggle against the shade so dark.
Lugnut stood still as the shadows encroached.
Not a worry adorn upon his face.
From his hands, like a deck of cards, appeared
Small rectangles that overlapped, creating
a mighty and bright dragon. So bright that
the trees around it dissolved with shade.
I turned to see, back to back, Starwind and
Moonshadow. The angel wielding a wand
and the elf a hoop, both equally bright.
Then there was the sprite, Pyro, who with strings,
did vibrate the forest with a low and
chilling song that vanquished many more shadows.
Where was my place with ones so divine?
Journey Home(III): The QuestionStarwind spoke so soft and sweet the question
that had been mounting. “Young Jakall. Where from
is it that you have come? For we exist here,
Yet you seem to exist else where and that
troubles me greatly.” My mind began to race.
Not a thing could I recall, say the Gate.
“I cannot remember how I came to
be in this world so dark. Though, something calls
to me, and assure me this is my place.”
My words were backed by a wind so mighty
that when I stood the flame erupted. From its light,
I could see the outline of the forest.
Amidst the trees were shadows strange. That moved
all their own. Starwind and his companions
drew from the air, weapons. Each bound to them.
Moonshadow's voice wavered, “Then it seems you are
lost. Those who are so do not often last.
I suggest you are quick to find your way.”
The four of them moved so fast at the shades,
that I was left all alone at the fire.
I am lost. How am I to fight this truth?
Then from the fire rose a sword. My
Journey Home(II): The OnesAs the way grew brighter, I came upon
four majestic creatures. Each of whom was
playing with the light around them. In fear
I spoke, “What are these things I see here,
Are they some form of arcane magic old?”
I can not well remember the moment
That passed before his answer, but among
them, an angel came forth. His eyes piercing
with light so grand it made my being ache.
His eight wings spread wide, each one its own flame
from which a great many shadows were born.
The other three creatures stood and joined him.
It was then my answer came. “We are not
some many things to be feared, rather we
are most likely friends. Sit at the fire.”
He gestured towards flames that had appeared,
and obliging, I stepped forward to sit.
They took turns telling old stories, at first.
Then after time, introduction by name.
The angel, Starwind. The sprite, Pyro. The
elf, Moonshadow. The enigma Lugnut.
Then in return, was my own name Jakall.
Journey Home(I): The PathIt was that I alone had seen a dark
and dismal existence, Wherein she was
a goddess painted by the night around.
Oh, deliver me to that place again.
Take me to those wondering woods, so that
I may find that happiness, and whisper
Back to that wonderful girl, my true name.
It's in darkness we're willing to speak truth,
and yet when we approach the light so bright
There is not a thing one won't do to keep
it close at hand. Who were you beautiful?
What possible message could you have had?
It was then I found myself at the gate,
the passage between two worlds. Far away
music still floated through the night, but here
I could feel the eerie silence building.
With each step the world grew darker, then
illumination was salvation bold.
Along the path was laid symbols begetting
a wondrous and profound light calling
for my further adventure foreword still.
So then I went alone, unto my dream.
DistanceYour eyes in digital sight.
Your mind that challenges mine.
If you're hand were here I'd kiss it
and show you what defines this Misfit.
All I am is words,
that lead you to speaking my name.
Whispering in the cold night's air.
If I could warm you,
I'd use this solar heart,
whose definition sparks insanity.
That's what I'd call it,
Sweet, pure, and great love.
Disconected: Shadows of the past.In that moment he finally felt alone. The trees were his only companions as he walked. The light of the moon eclipsed the scenery around him in a pale and eerie glow, but he was comfortable here. This place was his favorite hide away. The pond where he'd spend many days fishing and many nights starring out at the stars.
He leaned back and allowed the ground to catch him. The soft uncut grass cradled him. He resumed his thought as he stared up into the heavens he'd so longingly admired. The gentle chirps and wild croaks sounded in like a symphony. The mesmerizing melody of the night.
“My name is Daniel ya know,” He spoke to the night.
A twig broke in the shadows just beyond the tree line.
“I'm not afraid of you anymore you can come out” Daniel continued.
His feeling of being alone faded when he saw her hiding just inside the shadows of a distant tree. Her pale skin was barely covered by animal skins and a shocked and wild look covered face.
It had been years sinc
Lost in trasnlationIt is from the heart, I write
It is from the mind, I design
my realm is unreal
and my life is a fantasy.
I am a the mercy of the wind,
torn by its bitter tides,
and in its heart, I am confined,
in storms that shall not pass me by.
For life, is my long journey
but love is my quick trip.
Ex cordis scripsi
Quod ex animo volo
vana est regno meo
Vita et luctus felis.
Ego misericordiam a facie venti,
captum a amaro aestus,
Et in corde suo, Ego clausus
quia non est mihi tempestate.
Vita longissima est
sed amor, meum est vivos trinus.
I write from the heart
I want that from my mind
unreal is my kingdom
The life and the fantasy.
I am the mercy of the wind,
torn by a bitter chill,
And in his heart, I am confined,
I have no time.
Life is very long
But love, it is my quick trip.
ChallengeA place in time is all I need
where my mind is finally freed
to do as it's always pleased
for all these many year
wherein I 've seen some fear
make the end draw ever near
and I'm just a kid
after all I went and did
I ran from you, then hid
In the darkness alone
for these sins, I atone
for they're all I've every known
But is time to challenge night
stand up alone to fight
and win with my own light
.just try not to
that memory, that one
wolf that calls
for the rest
of the pack;
you'll spend all
with them inside
gossamer loveyou will love a woman
who uses the word
too often. she will
diagnose dead artists' descents
into madness and laugh
too loudly at jokes
no one understands.
she will braid crowns of
flowers, she will write poems
in constellations, she will
try to walk like a dancer so
no one can hear her
leave. she will be
an ice sculpture, and when
she cries, you'll convince yourself
she's melting, she loves you, you've
changed her, you've
changed; she will wear you
like a comma, like
an incomplete thought,
in her story, and
she will leave you wondering
crooked kissesAn old man sits at a bus stop,
his ragged clothes soaked
through to his creaky bones.
He grips his beggars cup
tightly, but instead of coins it
overflows with rain water.
Passersby pass by without
giving a second glance, brief
cases clenched in swinging
hands, Bluetooth plugged into
their ears. A little girl dressed
in pink polka dots prances
to his side. Her mouth moves
quickly and his takes time to
form words. She giggles,
drops coins into his cup, and
gives him a kiss on the cheek.
He laughs a crooked grin.
CatatoniaShe scrawls life line tallies on her wrists in scars
to mark each year passed
and haunts bars looking for the love of strangers.
she finds malt whiskey and vermouth; strange mouths to kiss
she tips them back the way a lover might tip her chinny chin
She whispers slurs and looks into the abyss of gin.
He inhales death with the smoky kisses of cigarettes
injects life paraphrasing echoes of love with hypodermics to keep
the hypothermia of loneliness back
but it creeps and creeps
a slow paralysis
under the windowsill, rain falling bleak on the pane to drip
into her veins
soft dark over the threshold of the doorway to her soul
writing ink into her shadow, there -
melting behind the lidded stupor stare of dreamless minds
it stirs and wakes,
invisible monsters sleeping in her chest
they bare their teeth and bleed
pain naked in the light of morning
ugly and beautiful in the honesty of strangers unable to turn
from a car crash in the dusk.
walking in darkness
searching for touch.
To the one I forget to loveSunshine girl,
your feet are itchy for the miles
between your sighs
and hunger scratches
at your throat
but you have a smile
that swallows oceans
and your heart
into the Marinia Trench.
this heaviness in you
is a dandelion
coming home to rest
Cigarrete Smokesometimes you want to
kill the world inside you,
but you can't
because you're too worried
because you can't see the consequences
because you don't like modifications
because you can't make up
well you're excused,
excused from giving a damn,
for the cigarette lighter
(I'm too tired to stomp out the ashes
and blow the smoke away).
A Daughter Now BegottenIf reason could challenge the knowledge of infinity,
the blindness of justice;
should we not call ourselves Gods...
And Gods are we not, for if justice were truly blind,
it would hold the same fate for rich and poor alike...
Under the celestial heaven that shines above,
the beggar's crying face and the rich man's arrogant gaze...
So of The Creation we are, living in throngs of solitudes....
Each solitude made torturous by the lust for more money,
yet eased by the kindness of strangers and the love of God...
Which power of change is made,
unto glory from a prisoner down trod,
to a man of faith, who helped a dying woman in need till loving eclipse.
A daughter now begotten, of starry eyes and golden sun ray locks...
Cherished by God and adored by both parents,
though mother soon to be with the Creator Almighty,
this daughter grows up knowing the brittleness of mortality...
...As her lips of red rose blossoms,
her heart aches as the mourning moon that hides behind the bosom of clouds...
SunriseDawn is now and I'm fighting for reality
tensions growing ever grander.
Is it right to fight?
That's the question isn't it?
Is it right to hold on
when something is failing,
falling apart so rapidly?
This advancing time
is playing havoc with my life
and I can't explain
what it's doing to humanity.
I want to be the hero
and save the day,
but you see me only as you're enemy,
the nemesis of life's normality.
Let's ride this changing tide together
and conquer our own existence equally,
and in so doing,
find the truth that's hiding.
Make me your champion
against this rising hate
so one day we'll know peace
and this moments tempered grace.
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