Perfect Paradox

I'll sing of rose colored dandies, and of peonies in November,

Of purple candied clouds, and blood oranges in September.

But nothing takes away the thought of what we know could be,

and nothing casting nothing, gets nothing back you see?

I'll write of perwinkle growing under a mossy pine,

and pale blue tulips curling like they're on a vine.

Still that moment comes creeping to morning and evening thought,

of the beauty and the wonder, that was so diligently fought.

I'll dance with leaves of palm trees swaying in the arctic air,

and penguins in the desert without a single care.

I'll talk of starry seas that go miles in the deep,

and ocean filled skies that always make me weep. 

But I'll never stop hoping for when we'll be together,

and I'll whisper to the empty even if it's til forever.

My Heart; Your Heart

my heart,

your heart.

in spirit,

or apart.

hear me,

love me.

don't leave,

don't go.

happy two,

i knew.

see me,

know me.

speak it,

feel it.

kiss me,

show me.

love is,

soul is.

hold me,

touch me.

your mind,

my kind.

always we,

forever be.

Desolate Speculation

A heart in plated glass stares out into the world. The velvet of the navy skies, hold her closely. Brilliant white stars look down at her and smile, almost as though they are welcoming her to them. The vastness of the atmosphere isn't unsettling. It surrounds her like a warm embrace from a distant loved one. She reaches out, stretching her limbs to connect with their gracious ambiance, but alas the thick, hard barrier keeps them just out of reach.

Soon the sun arrives, and the lovely nights all but forgotten. Warm rays of light kiss along her fragile skin through the walls of glass. Greetings of excitement of what could be; promise of cheerful outcomes. Billowy clouds sail across the pale ocean above, and the wind dances with the tree tops. She smiles feeling lively, and rejuvenated, but once again her efforts are held at bay.

Her spirit seems to burst from within, pinning itself against the taunting glass. If not for such a prison, she could float among the stratosphere, and whirl about the galaxy with her nebula companions. A spirit from another time, a soul from another place does remain trapped inside a hull of human flesh. She uses her energy to escape this torture, but the reverberation only wounds her. How can someone keep a flower encased in the dark, or a butterfly in a jar with no air? What cynical joke is being had?

Tightness forms around her. She suddenly realizes how small her quarters truly are. When the moon beams look upon her, or the sun shows his dazzling smile, she doesn't light up. She can see them calling her, beckoning with anguish in their eyes for her to be set free. But, it is no use. She is withering like the flower. She is suffocating as the butterfly.

Next to her the lungs sing out in healthy hallelujahs, for they've never known the sky, never felt the warmth of the sun. They're baffled by her dreams of leaving this, all they've known. "Protection lies here! Shelter, and comfort!" they explain.

The unknown is always calling her. Crying lovers suffering is just too much to bear. Flinging herself upon the glass she screams with all of her might. What could she be thinking? Surely she didn't think it could break the walls. Maybe she thought someone would hear her? Who could ever know?

The moon was out that night, and saw this heart-breaking view. Not a sound the moon could hear. Not even a far off hum. The heart was pressed against the glass in silent wails of hopelessness. The moons light dulled at this, and she sank very low indeed. Fading into translucence, she cried a thousand shooting stars. The onyx colored ceiling fell deep into the darkest depths of itself. Far deeper than the blackest black a human eye could fathom.

The sun, not far away heard of this dreadful happening and couldn't show his face. The sun without a smile is such a shameful sight. He simply couldn't bear to see this sorrow, and turned into an ember of dissipation.

The planets gathered around to see what happened there, and they too bore mourning in their spirits and chased the asteroids. The earth crumbled slowly without the sun and moon, while the heart, determined to break free, slammed herself back and forth in the cage. A bloody scene it was, her attempt at an escape.  The earth had, had enough but it broken into a billion pieces just as the heart exploded from her confinement.

Freedom had finally come to her! She could drift into the galaxies! Bruised and beaten she didn't even care, for now she could be where she belonged. But as luck would have it, her tragedy had taken everything away she'd ever loved. Is it really freedom, if you're all alone? Now the universe was her newfound cell, only this time, even hope had left her. She was now doomed to live out her days in the gloom of the nothing. 

Parasite

Wretched heart how doth thee betray me!

How you've lingered in your foolish optimism of what could be!

Curse your joyful songs! Banish your futile effort!

Your whispering hypnosis, your laughs so simply curt!

You hide there in my chest behind protective ribs of bone,

You scream of a fantasy that you have never known!

Beastly liar you've injured my mind,

Release me from this excruciating bind!

You've placed a rosy color of glass upon my gullible eye,

Now that it's been stolen, all I can do is cry.

It's such a putrid, rotting world with no love that could be true!

How dare you try to fool me, now I don't know what to do!

You ran away and broke in pieces when I needed you the most,

You're just another parasite, and I, a withering host. 

Heartache In My Eyes

How could you hold me in such a gentle way,

Your love you wouldn't give; you hid it far away

Over cloudy hilltops the sun screamed as it rose,

The stinging of a new day scorched from my head unto my toes.

Pretend to care, they always do,

Before we even started we were already through.

How could you kiss me with such a passion of sweet

Oh my beaten heart now lay between my feet.

Stop your wicked twists, your mind of cruel puppeteering,

My feelings I cried to you, but it was merely endearing.

Why must you waste the precious lives we live,

I don't have anything but myself to give.

Run, dash, sprint as fast as you might,

So you'll never feel the ache of a loves morbid bite.

They always say "in the past" but the future has become,

Assuming all they encounter are only a source of scum.

How funny it must be, how amusing this film of jeers,

How my heart gets ripped and stretched and bleeds out salty tears.

If you cared at all, if you saw some spark of a special one,

Then maybe there would be a hope instead of it already done.

Go then! Toss me aside as all the others have in recent times,

Laugh, and Live and hold your side as you mock my simplistic rhymes!

This is the dwindling of something that could be true,

How could you simply deny it, if you haven't even a clue?

Retreat to your tasks, and your burdens and your punch card.

Love is made of magic, it was never to be this hard.

When you've acquired your earth bound desires,

I won't hear your tears when you're surrounded by liars.

I stood here before you, my heart gushing out,

But nothing ever matters, when it, my hearts about.

You'll succeed in your endeavors and jolly good for you,

But you'll realize your chance was missed, and there'll be nothing you can do.

Farewell to hope, shoot down my lives desire, kill my only joy

They always see my soul as a momentary toy.

I leave you here alone, to find it later on,

my dried out heart that you carelessly stepped upon.  

The Battle of Obscure Reverie

Where have you been? When I was a child a moment captivated my soul. A fleck of flickering fire landed there upon my heart. That moment was forever the journey, forever the thought, the feeling, the push, the treasure of life. "Until my dying day" I swore to myself. There in a 10 year old's heart a vision of cherished love was born. A sworn promise was made that day; one of hope, dreams, and aspiration. Always pushed aside, looked over by those other than family. Oddity consumed her being, her mind always spinning in fantasy. Pictures came to her mind over the years, optic hallucinations of a joyful life. Doused in honey colored overlays of what would be. Through all of these allurements one constant rang ever steadfast, that a man of spirit would appreciate this wild thing. Could someone love this untamed presence trapped inside such a battered husk? 

Into the wide world she cast her soul; unrestricted, relentless. Time and time again rejection loomed overhead. Still, the strings of her hope held her high, like that of a thousand balloons soaring through clouds of promise. With each turn an angry clash resounded, prescient to the stinging slice of a single thread being torn from the cluster. Hope sagged slightly with the loss of opportunity, but her heart sang clearly, for this was merely a stepping stone. She realized she was now only closer to that amber utopia of happiness. Of course not any suitor would be the path to this euphoric atmosphere. 

While her heart seemed to be full of energy, and livelihood, almost bursting from her earth bound shell, her mind was a constant cling to the horrors of what could be. Consciousness danced itself into the same wide world, laughing and full of wonder and excitement. Quickly shot down by poachers of hate, it retreated into itself, becoming devoured by worrisome uncertainty. Anxiety was born in the deepest depths of her mentality, and as it grew faster and faster, the heart could barely keep up. This was the beginning of an exasperating battle between the two, but her essence remained strong. 

Two thousand long years passed and the mind had all but poisoned her. Lost in the sea of broken dreams, gasping for air in the turmoil of the waves of tears and blood she shrieked and clawed. She clutched the air in search of something to pull her from the wretched lies, and soft spoken beatings. "Just let me go" she shrieked between gasps. Her eyes closed and she sank into the wavy currents, deeper and deeper. She sat on the ocean floor with shock. Nothing moved, her mind was still. The light grew darker and darker with each passing moment, but still she remained. A warmth came over her, and her heart smiled. As she floated to the surface again, golden tulips surrounded her. That refreshing feeling returned to her. She knew her heart would never give up. She would find what she was seeking one day. Her heart strings were all but gone, with the exception of the very last one. Woven in iron the last thread held her. "But even iron rusts" she muttered.

Her eyes lifted to the sky and the spattered stars were out performing their evening waltz. Her hope was not yet dead, it could never die. Then when the moon showed her shining rays, he appeared. A benevolent explosion overwhelmed her and she fell to the ground in astonished elation. The poison of her apprehension seeped out from her mind, and repelled itself completely. Their battle had ended, and she was immersed into that wonderful day dream, soaked with amber colored skies, and of everlasting bliss. 

Entrapment

A riot in a twisted frame,

a blundering essence does remain.

Halt there upon the oaken door,

Mindless feelings falling through the floor.

Shout to the nothing, and beat down the vines,

Clawing fingertips against the countless binds.

Salted streams of clarity escape the battered eyes,

Ribs enclosed in seamless rivets, break out in wretched cries.

Toiling through the darkest bleak; bone and flesh are torn apart

The clamoring of the chains and iron, beat down upon the heart.

Moreover the screeching ravens, the shredded love has past

For who could ever love this soul, and make it truly last?