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Sunday, January 22, 2012

Washed of it,the Minds Rule

Lies do Impeach the Soul

Dream to expect,

Dream to infer

Dream till death

What is cast,doth create the Mold

Do not suit to wise,

Wise the Suitor

Fool the Mold,

Doubt that Lives,and Live to Doubt

Question that

which Cannot

Be Found.

Tyger, Tyger Burning Bright,

I am the Fire that Lights
Your frozen wings turn white,to Ice?

Your halo Dulls and Sits?
Turns to dust
and your Heart rocks and Wavers?

Why sever the Ties? 
to Ancient cries,the Long Lives,
arch your Wing and do Rise.

let Air gather your strength...

Stretching so,
Ice gives way to Burn
As flame doth into Fire
a Great Inferno
Across thy Shoulders

Rise to Fly
For Fire burns Sky

Friday, January 13, 2012

A Statement From Staring into Space

"Listen,Do you hear that?"
"Hear What?" I cocked my head to listen...

He Stood Still,very still.Even the warming wind stopped,so did the twisting yellow flower he held in hand.
In the Quiet, I sat there,and strained to hear.All was silent.

"That is the Sound of Breath,the sound of thought."
"How can you hear that? Its Silent."
"Some Come with the wind,Others a Loud bang,Run with your Thoughts,they will take you far..."
"I cannot Run with my head,We run with our legs...."
"See this Flower?"
"Yes, It is Beautiful..." I stare at its bright yellow, sunset colored petals...

He reached up with the flower and tapped its petals against the middle of my forehead. Three times I assume.
The flower had so much pollen, its dust and spores shined in the light as it fell down in my face,and into my hands. He withdrew his hand.

"That is where your thoughts will take you..."
I look up,still confused..
"What can I call you?"
"I am silent,yet loud as foot falls on Soil...Call me what you wish..."
His hand suddenly held medium sized clear beads,as he opened his palm out to me.
"Choose One.."

I think all these beads are the same,Though there must be a difference...
I pick the one that seems to shine the brightest.
As I reach out to his open palm,to grab a bead,He turns his hand so the beads fall into my lap and roll elsewhere...

"Choices as this are not always this simple,though they seem to have the same outcome,it is ever rarely easy. Look for this."
"The beads were all the same though..."
I was looking for a difference.
"All choices are choices the same,do you understand this?"
"Yes.." Though I wished I knew More.

He Sighs as a Vibrant Red flower twirls in his fingers.
"Do the women ever put buds in their hairlocks or seeds upon their wrists and arms?"
I think...
"No,They cannot.It would not look good anyway..."
He holds his shimmering flower out to me,as the petals shrivel and curl up tightly in its original bulb.Like it never bloomed.

"A flower is most beautiful as it opens up and unfurls.A flower is most beautiful as it blooms..."

Wednesday, January 11, 2012

My Creation, My Heart.

I dream of many things
I think and think,
beyond the years of each...

I wish to float upon the dusts,
of dying planets,stars,and forgotten times,
to swim through matter,Much complex than I,
and watch them pulse and throb with new energy,

I hold a star in my heart so I may never forget you.
I only pray that my star is never divided.