Day 340 - Mauve Memories

They used to only hold majesty

On the throne of Mother Nature, the queen

Lavender lives in a field so misty

Bits of magic living, never before seen

But by the fairies who decorate evenings

In the light of the Moon's cautious sliver

That calls upon the cricket that sings

Of her reign as the ultimate giver

Of mysterious moments locked far away

Within the eyes of ox-eyed Hera, so fair

Laced inside the words that Don Juan would say

Even in the pond that caught Narcissus' stare

Yes, the memories sweet mauves call upon

Bring up emotions of the rarest kind

Over which all of mankind is known to fawn

On which the wickedest spells, bind

Oh, Mother Nature how we revere you

With all of the wonders you reveal to be true

Day 317 - Fallen to Sleep

The long shadows remind me

Of how the winter grasped so quickly

About the forest and the peace

I used to believe could never cease

Yet I was wrong or so it seems

When the wind brushes me away

Like the breath of my dreams

With years of words to say

To tell the tale of why she lies

Now parallel to the brilliant skies

She used to reach for with every stem

Once crowned in leaves she now lies in them

Day 293 - To Be a Martyr

Nobility dose not lay in bright colors

Nor in the way that you died that day

Not in your long list of past lovers

Or the manner in which you caught your prey

Instead it lies in the way you live

The way you treat those in harder times than you

With what you have how much you give

Not in how you die, but in what you do.

Day 274 - To Be Completely Honest I Died

In a dream just like this one

I fell to the floor in a heap

Eyes wide for the very last time

As I entered my eternal sleep

The light you see is not my soul

It is only the lamp's reflection

I have gone off on my final adventure

Without a single earthly recollection

The blank stare that you see there

Is the look of the peace I found

I flew away unseen, my eyes green

As my human body fell to the ground

Day 271 - Obliterate

And so it all ended in a blast of light

All the anger and love, joy and fright

Faded out to leave nothing in its wake

Everything to give, yet nothing to take

For when everything is a blinding white

There is nothing more for human sight

Day 246 - The Knife

Slicing into my flesh sharp and deep

You embed yourself there

Many a secret your blade can keep

Malicious without a care

In the world, that will halt this knife

From cutting until I begin to pour

Blood and above all else strife

When you hit my darkest core

Swollen in this fruit of desire

Rotting through many an age

The anger spreads like fire

Proving a dangerous rage

For I am ended, as you pierce me deep

I will be forced into eternal sleep

Day 245 - A Stairway To Heaven

One at a time even less than that

No need to rush the steps you take

Again you wipe your feet on the mat

Hoping not to defile this for your own sake

You comprehend so very little here

Though each move towards the light erases fear

In black in white it seems too plain

You cannot pull your eyes away

To gaze here your life you train

And still you have only nothings to say

"I'm sorry" or perhaps "now I know"

Depending when you walk into this show

only your own inner dimensions can you see

of this ongoing blindness that is before you

you create the patches and vision on this journey

so the lessons you begin to learn are the truest of true

the blurring edges seem intimidating at best

but at some levels they provide a kind of rest

That cools the heartbeat this place misses

By only containing a soul and a mind

The quietness is the serenity of kisses

Such things are never clearly defined

For that would promise too much knowing

Abandoning the hope of this glowing

Grieving and perfected place

That has only up and down to peruse

Laughing when you try to race

Like the spark along the fuse

You will not feel your end consume you

For none who come here ever do

Day 205 - Choking Purity

Trap the world in a net
Somehow it will survive
Even as we easily forget
That caged, little can thrive

Block out the hopeful view
Keep your eyes closed tight
That way nothing true
Will enter the exposing light

Cut what lives down
Away from soft whiteness
Let the hope slowly drown
In angered impoliteness

What should be dancing proud
Is instead choking on fumes
The hacking grows at first loud
And then quieter as sadness looms

Purple pinches that grasp too tight
Manipulating flesh into graying bruises
If nothing seems to be quite right
In the end who is it that loses?
Better yet who really chooses?

Day 180 - Ready

Distress lies across this chair

In the form of limbs and veins

You think you might possibly care

But not enough to steal away my pains

That float in the watery eyes that are mine

But yes I am willing to say I am doing just fine

Has the world wearied of such expressions

That only open the door on more regressions

That in better days were left out on the cold porch

But have since set fire to the house with a single torch

They left me inside the building to burn until I am only ash

Each cruel word has the bite of a leather whip's infuriated lash

Here I lay letting go of it all my wrist wrapped in pink

Maybe someday they will remember or even stop to think

What happened to the boy whose eyes were always closed tight

Even when the world tried desperately to share some form of light

Their answer will have fallen to the bottom of a dusty pile of memory

For at the end of it all only I could outlive what they chose to think of me

Day 174 - Remembering

In the lights too bright for soft eyes

Remember me

In the dark of many a hidden surprise

Remember me

I lived happily true

Remember me

Still I lived close to you

Remember me

I brighten shadows into truth

I remember you

I embody the age of youth

I remember you

I live with joy in my every vein

I remember you

I am set to begin once again

Day 164 - Momentary Paradise

There is a paradox in this paradise

That filters like the sun through the blades

Something so malicious and precise

That life before your eyes fades

The light still rims seeming perfection

Someone lies dreaming of correction

That would fix the tragic reality

That man has woven into this place

Disregarding his own mortality

With a grim look upon his face

He pollutes this once hopeful haven

Blackening life like the wings of a raven

But for this moment life is still

Forgetting the factories of smoke

Ignoring the angry and vicious will

That with oil and methane our earth soak

Taking away the colorful sights

All for the glowing city lights

Day 91 - At Last Gone

At Last Gone

Broken memories falling down

All the lives from this small town

Are now forgotten here

No one lasts to shed a tear

When do you at last no longer live?

When you have no more left to give

And no more is given for you

It is then that your life is through

But the light shed down from heaven

Brightening the bluest of sky

Proves that not all is broken

There are still those souls soaring high