excelsior

he likened me to a flower as he sought to win my heart I was to him soft and delicate with a fragrance reminiscent of heaven chuckling softly, I asked if all women were flowers with light, silky petals and musky scents   but what of a rose I asked her thorns draw blood if enemies attack and what of the gladiolus her vertical blooms embodying the sword wielded by the warrior’s will and what of jewelweed or stinging nettle larkspur, and nightshade all beautiful, but deadly no harm intended unless disturbed will you still liken me to a flower I asked his silence, now that you see all the power a delicate bloom may wield

i am a wanderer a nomad lost in this world constantly seeking  that spark of connection any telltale sign of the presence. my dusty shoes had traveled far and wide when they stumbled upon the threshold of the gate of all gates but yet they were still seeking that  presence. any fool would have felt the presence of light  but hearts hardened by time distance and pain still could not find the  peace.  maybe i thought, as i ran my chapped hands over the marble in the alcove of  prayer, maybe it is not about finding the spark. maybe the spark lives within us and those who are truly at  peace  have found a way to kindle their spark. when i ignited my spark in the courtyard of the King the presence awoke unfurled its divine wings and with mercy the skies opened above me.

they said there were two options in omelas to stay or to leave but they never spoke of the third to burn these are the records of those who've seen and those who've accepted those who chose to remain in our city of happiness they have observed they have decided for all goodness comes at a price and for him we are grateful i am not afraid i have seen what could be in those distant lands the lost souls will rally to the unknown i will free him he owes us nothing record #579432 i've seen and i'll stay no reason to waste what has been given he is for us they never kept records of those who've left no name no number no pledge record #743290 i've seen but i cannot sleep to leave would ruin us she has seen and she is with child so i cannot leave so many have walked out of the city gates no one has ever returned from the far off lands wh...

lana sang me home as i rocked side to side  on the train back my pen dancing across  the page  like a  ballerina  in the moonlight  trying to convey the  midnight pools that have their cool, dark depths  within  me. lost within myself  the conductor blares not my stop not my line  i jump off  shocked back into  reality  all magic dissipating slowly  as i wait  for my train to asphodel  the only lingering  echo is the faint voice  of  angels.

i can say  i know what i want  kindness  mercy humor i can say  i know what i like handsome tall  strong  i can say i know who i am proud  beautiful  free  but i don't truly  know myself  i haven't  lived, learnt, or loved  how could i ever  know you or  the you i need  if we're both lost

crowded packed in suffocating dying to die beginning with many landing with half buying and  selling  us away stepping out finally seeing the  light setting the clock counting down three years at  most to die they are buying and selling  us forgetting they are us and one day they'll be  dying to die

there is a perpetual struggle a battle of epic proportions  clash of the titans  a constant showdown the endless combat within your soul no one will hear  the cheering of the spectators  or the roaring of the crowd the surge of raw emotions the blood, sweat, and tears that dictate your now no one will witness this spectacle  no one will understand the exhaustion  only you will partake in the pain but only you can seal your triumph 

drip drop feelings sometimes overflowing sometimes barely giving a lonely path to walk sadness etched into my being i say no one can dictate my way but yet i cannot untie myself from you am i free? to think and feel is a blessing but for those who take in everything how are we to stay afloat? fantasy is a kingdom for children  stay too long and you will never break free enjoy the hidden moments but sink not into the life lived in shadows a half realized dream to die in  is not worth the life. kicking and screaming  fighting my way through the maze undaunted, yet utterly minuscule  am i something? left or right up or down  tread the water or sink into it our paths are paved  but may we diverge and tread upon the hidden trail? i'll walk till my shoes give way and then i'll stop and give up for a while  for i am only human only human am i

not a word shall I speak until the blood is dry the arched firmament  mirrors the arch of the skull deep within me  a river flows undaunted ahead gas lamplight casts a sooty glow on a dirty scene  decomposing flesh gives back  to the mother it came from water will wash  all our sins clean

endless grassy plains  yellowed by the heat good place to stop you say warm winds blow hot, dry air around us sweat drips down your chiseled jaw perspiration clings to my honey curls  blue eyes like the sky stare back at me fear or is it anticipation that makes you run your hands over the worn leather seats imprinted with longing, hate, and lust thunderclouds loom on the horizon danny boy's voice blares from the stereo swigging your amber liquid cannot lessen the pain so will you join me will you join me in the rain dance water to cool the burning skin to cool that burning soul

glance back to catch her hazel eyes  hold the gaze  pierce her soul until you see her lips quiver  a single crystal tear suspended  for an eternity an eternity that is only a  moment   a silent plea for rejection  before  the madness begins

it's magical to write under the cover of darkness  there's a promise in the silence  release, recharge forgive, forget under the safety of the moonless night. 

i wander  the murky depths call me  the shallows pools enchant me the endless horizon at sea beckons me  but the swallows always bring me  home. 

i want to sleep but i force myself to stay awake waiting for my muse.  endless thoughts but who do i stay awake for myself or my enemy. 

those bones that ache are etched with stories  more enchanting than the  stars. 

in that place beyond love and hate  do we have forever a forever suspended in a  single moment.

how beautiful is the way he left you revealing his true nature  saving you before  you needed to be saved. 

east of eden is where the reborn arise beautifully broken and exquisitely twisted alive because they were damaged rebels no thanks to luck.

that happy place that only exists in dreams i found it again today in your company in that smile faced with the reality of life you showed me we're doing fine your heart anchored me but that love is beyond the love of fools we exist outside the complexity of la vida united in a deeper bond