The silence weeps

The silence weeps.
Caressing the moon.
Tasting the stars.
Dreaming of tomorrow.

With bitter scars.
Look aside.
Turn away.
Nothing and never are here to stay.

When one is two.
Three are none.
All is the same.
Nothing it becomes.

I hate you.
I love you.
…
The silence weeps.

Transcend to reality

Transcend to reality... evolve in fantasy. This book... my soul... the pen... my heart... the ink... my mind. Read as you will... my soul filled from the quill. Defiled tears... blacked rain drops... these tattered bones of my feeble, weak structure... this dying body taunting me with release. Insert what would... should be, it shall reside here not. Only what I do I portray in this: life’s portrait. How can such happen to one... to subdue the pain the test... for my I must quest... for that love to live in my home, my heart... this is to end the rest. Can a lover change the bonds of fate... the chains of pain... this withered circle of emotional carnage... why am I to suffer... bliss at the door... my queen in my arms... shift... the painful comings of injustice... again I cry... and now I wonder... asleep to life... unknown to God... merely and un-merrily a pawn in life’s game I am. What shall stand in my way... in the way of my love. Grieve this grave sorrow... even now I fear tomorrow. Everything we do in life... our soul mate must account for... our souls are intertwined. If God is here... then this one gift of love, this one true kiss... can this bring the joy to forsake all the pain. A question to ask: Would you suffer forever damnation just to hold the one you love for even a split second? Remember this question always... even if life is tormenting and tragic remember your answer. This could be the gift you never seen... maybe your love and lover is so pure and true the world could not contain it. Maybe, instead of heaven’s blessing to find this true and radiant beauty, unlike most you receive this wonderful gift in life... is this worth the pain? If your answer is any other then yes... then love is not in your heart... only selfish lies of fulfillment!

Feel the screams ripping through your skin

Feel the screams ripping through your skin… as my nails claw the walls of my obsidian heart. This illusion I created of myself shall once again crumble again I shall shift and live one of the many reflections I see as my eyes peer through the prism called my soul. I am nothing more then a pebble tossed into the pond the ripples might be all that those see of me but those things and people the ripples bend, twist, and break around are what shapes the ocean of this dismal life I never called mine. When I reach into this self I have I feel as though my body is dead and I am truly free never to worry again. My limits no longer constrict my mind. My heartbeat is nothing more then the tick of a clock… one that has never been wound. I feel as though my never footsteps, every breath I take, everything I do is nothing but a wound on this earth. But then I remember all the tears if wiped away, all the smiles I brought fourth, and all the lives if touched. How long as has it been since I let these words and thoughts seep out. I shackled this part of my mind feeling that id never regret such an atrocious action. I wonder when shall be able to step back into my abyss; my sanctuary where thoughts fly as free as birds in a calm sky, emotions flow as a river never stopping, and my feelings spread as far as the sun’s rays touch the land. I feel as though it shall be forever and a day till I can reach that tranquility again. And now the transition…

Quaint and sweet this air I never tasted… this kiss of sweet honey drops tapping from my lips and dripping upon my glass chin. My wrecked body feels as though submerged in heavy water. I feel the my feet growing heavier as if instead of footsteps left by my feet its more as drying clay stuck under my shoes. And still I wonder where she is… my sweet flower that I wish to see bloom. To once again have that feeling that all the light, hope, and love in the world just touched my heart. To dream of someone and never see their face. To never look for anyone and find everyone. To sleep without waking and to wake when my head never took to the pillow. I have a true wish… and that is simply to have a wish. I dream of having a dream… and long for having a longing.

The cascade of life flowing like a twisting serpent

The cascade of life flowing like a twisting serpent, moving today and always seeing nothing but remnants of yesterday graced with held tears. Now I call and at the same do tell how this fantasy if reality, as seemingly true as it is basks in illusions from years past. As it would be caught in this still picture frame, so is it in the frames of time. Tonight I pray call with your soul’s words and tell as to why we hold memories in this stagnate contradiction of a detail; being that something and everything always changes in some way or “way-word”. Is the glass full or half empty? I say in the middle but that is nothing more then words… and a way. Being that everything known came from an opinion and opinions do change. I shall say the leaves of a tree are no longer green but blue… and blue is now green and let us delude ourselves with the thoughts that you and the like and maybe even those that are such like… or lack of any like all agree that blue is green and the sky is now green. Not possible you say… hmm… let me think on this. Though I have no thoughts on this here is my trivial idea when was blue called blue? I wasn’t there I had as neither did you have a say in this now… saying. Maybe saying is too much… be it the thought of a definition. Nay shall we say this all goes back to that one still frame back in time, a lost memory for the recorded grandest of my former sires are dust and new earth. Now let us see what we have called up I shall surmise that life is nothing more then… a thought and now the circle is closed so go child and play in the fields, bask in the moonlight for when you think of them time shall continue and all that you remembered has changed. Now I shall go stare at the green sky sitting under a blue leaved tree.