Collaboration, Part II (Piercing Green)

Piercing Green

Through broken window panes:
scattered glass and shattered dreams.

A vaguely seen sun sets,
ushering in a new night
and newer dreams.
A dance as old as time itself—
the moon rises...
and the sun falls.
Silver stars shine,
and the blue sky fades daily away.

The world refuses to cease
its trip around the sun;
and so time goes on.
Blithe refusal—a blatant rebellion—
her moon-bathed body lies helplessly:
blood-soaked and strangled,
olive eyes—glazed—but still looking onward,
watching, waiting,
...gone.

Hopelessly anticipating
the return of reason; the question of why...

...Am I forgotten?

A blanket of a million stars
hiding the night’s ugly secret;
silence…

A veiled shadow stands guard
over the soul of the broken—
black against black
the night cloaking fate:
a shadow, now sealed.

Tears swell: a memory recalled...
a touch of grace,
a glint of hope...
The last voice it heard:
“We don’t want you no more.”

A single drop falls…
the earth stained with sadness:
a misery invoked, pain surrendered unwillingly—
a life taken, not for granted, but gone forevermore,
one that will never again look upon the sun with blissful joy
or gaze longingly at the moon, wishing she had wings to fly.

Grief-stricken, sadness now abliss.
That single drop falls into the teary abyss.
In the darkness—misery intertwined with hope—
the light will come once more:
the day will dawn again for sure.

...But will night follow again?


July 11th, 2007
co-written with Auron

Collaboration, Part I (Blasphemy Incarnate)

Blasphemy Incarnate

Silken net, silky new, dangles above,
as hope returns triumphant and renewed.
Softly woven fibers of life woven together like fate’s hand:
silvery strings, dripping dewdrops of gold,
bright rays shimmer through as new becomes old.

Time slips...but life moves on;
streams twist and destiny shifts, yet still we live on.
Sunset reveals timeless a truth:
never tomorrows, and yesterdays, never again...
But dawn still rekindles, an old truth forgotten;
that everyday does still begin life renewed.

A page, yet unfolded; a rock, yet unturned;
a book long undone, sealed away;
a ship unsunken, a port veered away...
All these things, left unfinished;
to be long forgotten--broken by time's own hand.
A tragedy, self-incurred; a curse, self-invoked,
time passed away; a priceless treasure forever stolen.

The web woven, hope and fate intertwined, in destiny's evil lair.

July 4th, 2007

co-written with Auron

Red Balloon

Red Balloon

Red Balloon
shines bright in
Gleaming Sun,
bounces happily in
Summer Breeze,
white ribbon tied to
Child's Small Arm

January 20, 2007

Winter Woods

Winter Woods

Gray trees stand tall
against silver sky.
Cold wind whispers
through fallen branches,
"Come closer."

January 20, 2007

Untitled (L i f e)

Untitled (L i f e)

As the sun begins its journey through the vast, open expanse called blue sky
the birds start their sing-along-song, reminding us that the day has begun
and so we b e g i n

and the butterfly soars and brushes so softly against the clouds
its wings fluttering lightly as the heart does with the touch of a lover’s hand
no boundaries
no limits
it knows neither up nor down, nor left nor right
for there is only time and life and it knows only that it must l i v e

and the wind sweeps across the land, carrying away all the voices
all the words you can’t say
you don’t want to hear
and scooping them all up in its long-fingered hands
and pushing them to the far edge of the world
far, f a r away

But when the day is done,
when time stands still and there is nothing left to think--
or hear--
or speak--
(deafening)
S i l e n c e becomes the loudest sound of all...

And the moon whispers softly,
G o o d n i g h t

March 15, 2007