Walking down the glimmering path---
the path created by translucent crystal formations.
The image speaks wisdom to the forgotten soul,
lost in the ever changing shapes.
Bathing in strands of light,
capillaries uniting in euphoria from it's delicate touch.
Sinking into pours,
now overwhelmed with simplistic beauty.
The place only you and the dusk fear to go,
forgetting that single hand that lead you to this empty destination.
Fear not the shadows that lead people astray,
turn towards the wayward path with the broken smile.
The smile lost,
misinterpreted by those who claim to cherish it most.
Follow those lips to the darkest pit,
only to find the sanctuary we all forgot we were promised.
A place where washed up shores splash against supple skin.
Feeling naked and alone, but mostly naked.
Feeling abashed in your innocence,
the pure form that frightens strangers away from the light.
The feeling of ambiguity one has for the lost childhood.
The sought after shelter only found in dreams.
Show me how to dream,
while these broken tears cascade down into nothingness.
A simple gesture now out of reach of comprehension.
Remember when it was nothing but the light,
a place filled with mesmerizing possibilities.
A path not yet broken or discarded,
a life consumed with innocent intentions.
Natural love unchallenged by restless minds,
oh to see the through the eye's of that child.
The child who never intended to grow into this man,
a man who seeks solace in what always becomes an empty bottle.
Wrapped in those forgiving arms,
the arms that help we escape this dreadful mortality.
It use to be the promise of life standing in the doorway,
but now the reality of death's firm grasp strangles with each passing day.
The only pure reality reflected---
the translucent colors that make everyday beautiful in dreams.
Friday, August 15, 2014
Thursday, May 8, 2014
The Pit
The night ends with a special death
born again once the red sun rises in a mist filled morning,
tragedy breathes in the darkness,
feel it's pulse.
Lingering in your mind, the complex thoughts that yearn to be discovered---
falling alone in the pit of an unimaginable despair,
naked in the guilt of fear---
a fear more powerful than the womb of the mother who abandoned you.
Left alone in the cruel world,
infant screams echo through the hills that once brought us solitude.
Your sacred place now disturbed,
extinguished by a monsoonal tide of unfathomable guilt.
A conscious now lacking the ability to comprehend,
finding yourself in a place unfamiliar to you.
Remembering the loss of love---
possessed in a moment of ill-advised passion.
You lost your innocence the moment you were torn from the vacant womb,
alone, abandoned, forsaken to this lonely broken path.
Infinite night bites into your veins,
a warmth slowly moves through.
The Red Sun rises.
born again once the red sun rises in a mist filled morning,
tragedy breathes in the darkness,
feel it's pulse.
Lingering in your mind, the complex thoughts that yearn to be discovered---
falling alone in the pit of an unimaginable despair,
naked in the guilt of fear---
a fear more powerful than the womb of the mother who abandoned you.
Left alone in the cruel world,
infant screams echo through the hills that once brought us solitude.
Your sacred place now disturbed,
extinguished by a monsoonal tide of unfathomable guilt.
A conscious now lacking the ability to comprehend,
finding yourself in a place unfamiliar to you.
Remembering the loss of love---
possessed in a moment of ill-advised passion.
You lost your innocence the moment you were torn from the vacant womb,
alone, abandoned, forsaken to this lonely broken path.
Infinite night bites into your veins,
a warmth slowly moves through.
The Red Sun rises.
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
The Other Way Around
Do you believe in the colors that rise and set in the desert with each rotation? They seem to wash over you with secret intentions. Intentions that will always be lost on the unsuspecting, bringing restless minds to those rocks with souls who turn their back to face the dark shadows. It's lost on you, the colors tap on your shoulder eager for your eyes to be upon them once again.
The Shadows
It's what you find yourself in once again as the fire beneath reveals the darkness. What you see is a life being played out in front of you on the cascading rocks. Images appear in your mind, shadows dance in a hysterical fashion imitating you the way only black and grey can. Wrapped in the Granite shadowed hands, scathed by darkness, hoping the impact is minimal. Breaking free from fixating fingertips yearning to hold you below the surface. You now know a tap on the shoulder was an invitation to open your eyes, but it's to late. You have chosen to bleed across the desert leaving a trail only the moon can follow. Colors rise and no trace can be found, do we all succumb to the shadows?
The Colors
Squinting with lips beginning to curl as the colors trace your skin, a rising sensation hovers you with light creating a trail of unmistakable colors. Now you know why your eyes must be open, simply put but also simply mistaken. You are quickly saturated with dust, not yet immune to the innocence of those who bathe in the colors. It happens in an instant, a quick reaction filled with child like curiosity as arms wrap you in the reflection of the light. As the comfort sets in, an unannounced fear hides within that you must know has to end. You cannot choose to ignore the blistering pace in which your changing emotions appear in the light. A distance that must be kept for selfish ambitions that you cannot share in the setting sun. The colors fade into magentas and purples that imitate the darkness, mocking the oncoming shadows that has found fear, goodbye colors, it's time to dance with the shadows.
The feeling of a shared existence is what keeps you in this constant rotation of indecision. A path that follows you, you have always wondered why it's the other way around. Forget about letting yourself be influenced by the change and choose to live in both the colors and shadows. You figure you cannot have one without the other.
The Shadows
It's what you find yourself in once again as the fire beneath reveals the darkness. What you see is a life being played out in front of you on the cascading rocks. Images appear in your mind, shadows dance in a hysterical fashion imitating you the way only black and grey can. Wrapped in the Granite shadowed hands, scathed by darkness, hoping the impact is minimal. Breaking free from fixating fingertips yearning to hold you below the surface. You now know a tap on the shoulder was an invitation to open your eyes, but it's to late. You have chosen to bleed across the desert leaving a trail only the moon can follow. Colors rise and no trace can be found, do we all succumb to the shadows?
The Colors
Squinting with lips beginning to curl as the colors trace your skin, a rising sensation hovers you with light creating a trail of unmistakable colors. Now you know why your eyes must be open, simply put but also simply mistaken. You are quickly saturated with dust, not yet immune to the innocence of those who bathe in the colors. It happens in an instant, a quick reaction filled with child like curiosity as arms wrap you in the reflection of the light. As the comfort sets in, an unannounced fear hides within that you must know has to end. You cannot choose to ignore the blistering pace in which your changing emotions appear in the light. A distance that must be kept for selfish ambitions that you cannot share in the setting sun. The colors fade into magentas and purples that imitate the darkness, mocking the oncoming shadows that has found fear, goodbye colors, it's time to dance with the shadows.
The feeling of a shared existence is what keeps you in this constant rotation of indecision. A path that follows you, you have always wondered why it's the other way around. Forget about letting yourself be influenced by the change and choose to live in both the colors and shadows. You figure you cannot have one without the other.
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