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Pick A Card"Pick a card, any card."
I had gone out for a little evening stroll and ended up lost in thought, eventually finding myself actually lost in an unfamiliar part of town. Now a strange, young girl, dressed all in black and white, was trying to persuade me to draw a card from a deck she'd seemed to have produced from thin air. She fanned the deck out under my nose.
I drew one reluctantly, seeing no other option. all I wanted were directions. The night was falling fast. I didn't have time for games.
"Now, memorize it."
I looked at the card. It was turned upside down so I flipped it over. The other side was the same as the first. There was no suit or number and I told the girl as much.
"Let me see it," she held out her hand.
I gave her the card. She took it and flipped it over once, twice, three times then rubbed it on her shirt, which was divided down the middle into black and white. As was her hair, jeans, even her sneakers. Her right side was dressed all in black, her left, white.
What Light Does Greet My EyesWhat light does greet my eyes at break of day
But watered light of winter morning sun
Ascend does he to wish the night away
The war with sister moon at last is done
And so he takes his rightful place on high
And waltzes, regal, proud, towards the west
In and out the clouds of bitter sky
He calls the little snow birds from their nest
But swiftly, swiftly does he dance along
And soon he greets the edge of this fair land
And now the snow birds sing their evening song
He sets again and now the night's at hand
But never does he set, this golden star
But breaks yonder day o're lands afar
Only GlassShe collects glass bottles
In rows upon her shelf
Keeps them always closed up tight
And seals away herself
She fills them up with sadness
And she fills them up with tears
With blood and ghosts and memories
With thoughts and dreams and fears
Her most precious bottle
With which she'll never part
She keeps it the darkest corner
And it contains her heart
The glass is stained with grief and shame
It's chipped and smeared with dust
Edges worn with too many years
Of anger and distrust
It's known its share of heartache
It's felt the steely rain
It's had its share of lovin'
It rode those waves of pain
She can't say where it started
But the collection's growing fast
And she fears that she'll come home someday
And find it's only glass
Frostbreath silver in the grey of a breaking dawn
frozen, silently you wait
for your molten heart to thaw your frozen skin
for life to return
dropping from broken, grey eyes
frozen, they fall
quiet, onto frost bitten ground
The Clock That Can't Keep TimeI listen to quiet
In the dead of the night
Alone with my thoughts
And a lamp that won't light
The only sound breaking
Is the tick of the clock
That can't keep time.
I think of the future
I think of the past
I think of a present
I know never lasts
With face set in stone
Heart strings so fine
They pulse to a beat
That can't keep time.
The ages keep marching
Unyielding they go
When ours are to stop
Is not ours to know
Encoded in starlight
So continues the clock
That can't keep time
A Sea Over MountainsWhat must it be
A billion years
To watch as stars
Are born from clouds of dust
And see their light flood the black
To watch as planets
Are formed from rings of debris
Caught in an endless cosmic dance
Around the stars
To see the planets destroyed
And destroyed again
Always to reform
Like a pheonix from the ashes
To stand on the floor of a future ocean
To stroll the vallies
And ascend the hills
And remain after the waters come
To stare up through the currents
To the birds circling overhead
Up through the waves
Of a sea over mountains
DuskThe sky is burning
Blue stained with silken flame
Clouds floating above all
Threaded with gold
A ball of bright fire
cris-crossed with black wire
Strung between black houses
On a black street
And black birds
Are landing in black trees
Rustling black leaves
Clutching black branches
with black feet
And the white moon is rising
Over a world of grey
As the fire is sinking
Oh how silent does it rise
The sun is so pretty when it dies
Untitled 2Around the world
The children stand
With smiling faces
Hand in hand
They spred peace
A warm hug
A gentle Kiss
In places near
And very far
A moonbeam glow
A shooting star
A trickling stream
With smiling hopes
And hopefull dreams
Nights of SolitudeNights of Solitude
the darkness closes 'round me
as i sit in silent, dreary solitude
the ebony tells of secrets
of lives long passed
that matter now to no one but myself
and it wraps me in a cold blanket of obsidian
i find comfort in its touch
and peace in its serenity
and i sit in solitude
and wonder how i got here
and why i'm happy here
in the blackness
and it envelopes me in its sweet embrace
and i give in to the black
and let this weary soul just fade away
Winter WhiskImagine this: a world of writers
weaving words of utmost wonder,
witnessing fair wintry whirlwinds
that sputter through weary willows,
and wade among the windowsills -
not one whisper left obscured...
Even as the stars of woolly white
wither into an angel-winged flame,
welcoming wires of watery copper
that attract the wolves of wildflower,
and wrestle with thoughts of spring -
surely snowfall wins the poets' hands.
Spin Me A Yarn
Spin me a yarn, my yarn weaving friend,
A tale so magical I won't want it to end,
Tell me of how the world used to be,
for this is something I am longing to see,
When the land was pristine as was the sea,
and life on earth was as it should be,
with all of nature finely in tune,
and living in peace by the light of the moon,
The circle of life turning slowly around,
the singing of birds the most dominant sound,
When signs of destruction just couldn't be found,
Living in harmony, nature was our friend,
I don't understand why it all had to end,
The balance is gone the world is a mess,
how it will end is anyone's guess,
So spin me a yarn, especially for me,
give me a glimpse of a world I am longing to see
Christmas Forest / Star of YearningThe sight is free and clear as seldom.
Sky-blue is fading into white.
The beings from far worlds
Are fir-trees full with snow and ice.
A deep peace covers the distance,
Embraces body as well as mind.
The mild beautiful side of the Christmas moon
Is manna that feeds the soul.
Star of yearning, high in the sky,
Shine bright through the dark night.
Bring all people - guarded
By your soft light – hope.
Wake the hope in the hearts
Of those wrecked by hatred
So that everyone of us
Can still hear the song of love.
Love and hatred are the two
Poles of infinity
And all people wander
Through time to eternity.
Let us see our path through
Space and time with the heart.
So that we do not get lost
In the cold darkness.
Only love can prevent us
From getting lost
Forever in the
Infinity of existence.
Dreams Can Be Wondrous ThingsI wander through the woods and stop.
I think about who I am.
I think about those who hate me,
and those who couldn't give a damn.
I sit on a tree stump nearby.
I bury my face in my hands and cry.
I can only sit and wonder why
I am not the next one to die.
You touch my shoulder, and I look up.
Your wings shine in the sun.
I look around and see nothing else.
Am I the only one?
Am I the one who has earned you love?
Do I give you such joys?
You smile and laugh and hold me tight.
You say, "You never gave me much choice."
Your wings glow whitely, brightly,
shining with moon's rays.
I look at the wings sprouting from my back.
Their strength will return through your ways.
Their blackness contradicts your white,
but you love me all the same.
I smile at you and nuzzle into your neck.
Wait. Did I do something worth blame?
You read my mind and hold me tighter.
You tell me to stop being such a fighter.
In my eyes, your wings glow even whiter.
The weight on my soul becomes lighter.
"Stop worrying ab
Love is...Love is unrelenting
love is unrivaled
love is repenting
love is your smile
love is unending
love is hope
love is worth
love is forgiving
love is birth
love is willing
love is happiness
love is homeliness
love is harmony
love is home
love is together
love is apart
love is forever
love is art
love is ambiguous
love is remarkable
love is many things
love is who we are.
Rape The SkySmoke chokes out the sky
like someone in a sleeper.
The more the light is choked out,
the darkness only gets deeper.
The white fluffy clouds
are dyed an inky black.
Because of all the saturation,
it will never go back.
Great towers pierce the sky above,
digging in with black fangs.
Their venom spreads continuously
and life is consumed by hunger pangs.
Coughing gases and choking sulphur
mix with the darkness created.
Acid comes down in a fury,
with its intensity unabated.
The green land below turns yellow,
like the sulphur in the sky.
All creatures who drink the rain
are destined to slowly die.
The unnatural heat billowing
and roaring within the walls
enslave all resources around it
and forces all to devolve.
It is as if the earth itself
was reversing its transformation.
All who prepare are still swept away
by this inevitable deformation.
LoglaHow pretentious, I thought,
the sun to require
such a grand departure
in the Land of the Midnight Sun.
I spied between the towering grass,
adorned with minuscule drops,
and followed the trail
of pebbles and gargantuan slugs
to a small stretch of beach
and radiant boulders
that gleamed in a film of water.
I relinquished my slate of isolation,
and tales of rejected love.
Instead I outstretched my fingers
to timid waves who seldom converged
deprived of crashing
I wondered if life
could thrive in a cloister
lightly idling by.
But if the feeling of life
is exhilarating death
at every waking moment,
What must it be like to feel dead?
With delicate notes of blue
in a sky of relentless grey
the waves aglow with fire
as the last light falls
I found my answer
when I plunged my hand
into the Baltic Sea
and felt my heart
Stanza for Chrome's Super-CollabFall,
fall to winter,
where the silver milk is a mirror
reflecting iron souls back
at the eyes bloodshot
in morning drizzle,
and back at the bloodshot are the trees:
with their porcupine afros
and a thousand necks snapping in the frost breeze;
fingers snatching at the lost fruit of the sun
now sleeping in the cloud pink quilt,
And above, the sun
Sitting on summer's carpet
As the sun slips
Dying for another day
Under the horizon
She is released
Her kingdom for the moon
Sitting on summer's carpet
The sun slipping
Under the velvet ocean
She'd take me with her
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