Thursday 25 September 2014

Traveler

Listen to the Earth. Listen to the birds and the wind.
Listen to the rhythm of your heartbeat.
Do you hear a lone chasm floating up from the ancient soil?

Oft we are so caught up in feeding our bodies, we forget to feed our souls. Therein lies our greatest woe, for that is when we cease to live, and begin to merely exist.


Tonight, I stand bare in the rain. 

I let it beckon me from the beating on my window pane.
I feel the whispers of the Earth,
And I realize once more the soil from which I was birthed.

The drops wash me anew,

Recreating the vessel Earth carved me into.

I fall to my knees in reverence, feeling the Earth feeding my soul.


I begin to hear once more.

I hear the wisdom of the Earth, travelling up past the soil, through the quivering air, floating into my ears like wavering notes.
If I turn off the shouting chaos, I can hear once more.

If I close my eyes to the ignorance, I can see the face of my God.

Clear as day - it's as deep as the night sky.
It's on the pinnacle of my fingertips, it spans across all space and time.

What has become my past, remains in my future,

But in that instant - has manifested itself into my present,
Engulfing me into waves of passion.
In which I come to life again, breathing, seeing, hearing.

I am a traveler on a path to find, then lose, only to find and lose once more.


What is it that I find and lose? That I do not yet know.

Sunday 21 September 2014

A Bitter Chocolate

You came knocking, 
You knocked and you weren't asking for a cup of sugar. 
You weren't looking,
You found something you could never hope to ask for. 

You played, 
A haunting doorbell on my heartstrings. 
You stayed, 
And you began to sway to the psychedelic melody. 

You drew out of me, 
Every charismatic trick up my sleeve. 
You ignored what you saw so blatantly, 
The poisonous thing I am. 

A sweet, slow dagger in your chest, 
You smile as if it doesn't pierce. 
I am the lesser of two evils at best, 
And you remain ever so unperturbed. 

A jackal shrieks and the wolf calls, 
There is no blue corn moon, the night is black. 
You'd best run before the last domino falls,
When Venus closes her petals - hell breaks loose. 

Monday 7 April 2014

II. A Thirst Begun, A Thirst Quenched

'If Death be the ultimate parting, I wish you immortality. And if death be the start of a new life, I shall run you with a dagger this instant.' 

Tell your Gods it is not them I defy - it is me they instigate!
They birthed within me an unquenchable thirst and took away my well.

The glorious gardens of my life became a forest of thorns,
And my Eden became unbearable; the thorns, my inescapable hell.

What misfortune to have one's love remain unrequited,
Further misfortune when Lady Fortuna made it so, that cunning belle.

For my lover knows naught of the passion that runs in abundance,
Within me, she won't hear me, the none of my bad luck I can tell.

You see, she lies cold in the earth, her heart no longer does beat.
To profess my rapture, I must join her - the Gods do so compel.


Tuesday 1 April 2014

A Fire Ignited, A Fire Drowned

Curse the moon by which you swore your love,
For had she not changed, your affection would have remained.
Curse the sun by which you proved the fire of passion,
For displeased, he burned you and therein, your ardor waned.

And damn the seas by which you claimed the depths of devotion.
For fidelity succumbed 'neath salty waves.
Damned are the winds by which you whispered caresses,
For the tempest too, turned, and dug our graves.

Had you not trusted Cupid and Aphrodite,
The White Peony took you and bloomed as I wilted.
Had you not placed love in the womb of the Gods of Fate,
Then perhaps I might have been spared and not jilted.

You swore your love for me in haste,
Forgetting I was already betrothed to tragedy
My love became my woe as I too, disrememebered,
Falling into your fickle embrace - my love became a travesty.