Ode to Love

Hello I'm broken The rainstorm flashing behind I shouldn't be here I couldn't stay gone Or promise you not to speak You siphon my will So instead I show My softest underbelly Gut me or keep me I present and leave My green-blue eyed avatar All in the lighting I wish you the best Adventures on the high seas And darkest caverns And when you return I will no longer be here Standing in the rain I can still be found Seek out laughter in silence As thick as the grave If you should want more I am a fount unending Where you are concerned

After a lifetime, I was ready to return to him: the man I once sought to trick out of his birthright, then sought to kill, and finally decided to avoid altogether by slipping off through time.  For a while it worked, too.  I lived an entire life, free to do whatever I'd like, the loosest of chains tethering me to a world where I was effectively powerless.  It was like a dream come true but, even in the dream, simple truths shine through the kaleidoscope of our mind's filters.  Slowly I began to understand that I was not like the others, and at times all at once.  A flash of the impossible here and there shook me to my core.  I also realized that the underlying truth of this same man had stuck with me throughout my new lifetime.  It was undeniable, despite my ego and pride, and I was burdened by the blood he shed so that I might live more than most, it seemed.  Believing reality to be far more complicated than it seemed, and knowing that God's love...

One is an owl Taking after her father Phoenix burning bright Bright eyed companion Never scared of anything A winged blessing Then she relaxes A serious ball of fur Shinkeley frinslins Alliteration Starting points and flourishes Echoing same sounds The other a mount Hearty in her innocence Perfectly balanced She too has strong wings But she is more generous Much like her mother Mythical hybrid Naivety in her eyes Underlying strength Dibs on the ladies My woman guiding the way Calm in the maelstrom

I love your new wings Yours always did look better Unfurled and free Sideline distancing Before the eternal fall It is all too real While holding out hope All of creation cries out I know you hear it They are happier With you and your chosen mate Why should I protest? I watch in silence Under the circumstances In relative terms Promise me you'll fly Whether I can come or not My wings have not healed I surrender, L ove To you and only to you Do not send proxies I still have my (c(f(laws My being still on fire}{threatening conflagration I do my b//rest

Still several days late And ahead by nearly two Nine-seven and three The fight of our lives Handled in absentia As God takes the stage We play in our room Game and stage ever shifting Until we tire We return right then Having not missed a heartbeat Primed for a real fight Love your enemy So much easier from here From this point of view Know past and future They are a given for us Eases the burden And patience abounds Creative reproduction As we "fight" to "win" I felt I had to Please know that as we begin Compelled to earn love

Silent beginning Her voice then permeating Through cold and dark walls Once I have found her And I can hear her longing I beat even light Through the countless rooms Meant to provide division Like they were paper Danger in her room So I quickly embrace her As the turrets fire Wings envelop us An endgame trick I picked up Before time began Bullets on tin rooves More akin to a rainstorm I look in her eyes She swore things would change I believed her and remained We find ourselves here Taking to the skies An upside down swoop shielding Her heart beats on mine

Somewhere between life, death, and a dream, I saw a hyper real shape.  In viewing it I could tell it was more real than what I would even consider my "self," but it seemed to be of enough complexity to generate my "self."  It was almost as if this "shape" in its entirety, was my soul. From my initial vantage point it looked like a ring, silver in color, and I was viewing it where the back was slightly tilted upward from the front, like a flat, empty disk. The ring first began to form spikes along its edges, like music I could not hear was being played and represented visually in this way.  The color scheme of the entire ring then began to shift to gold, and then grey, and then back to silver, before becoming blinding white light with a few streaks of black.  The spikes grew in magnitude until each one threatened to pierce the edges of the reality I found myself in. Then for a moment the spikes overcame reality, blinding me, and when they began to reced...

I will follow, Lord Precisely as I hear you And no other way A deep seated itch Leads me to go seek you out Beyond the shadows I believe you rose And alternate solutions Can also exist Shatter the timeline Bend the laws on seeing death Just short of breaking Extended journey But shorter still than your path Let me shoulder this If it is folly Turn it to good, as you do Always have and will If you can love me Despite my shattering stride Heaven will burst forth Know that I love you And Love is as strong as Death And so Easter dawns

Dying betrayal The screeches growing fainter Drowned out by her voice My eyes stay open Despite losing consciousness And the dream bleeding A presumed death blow Crippling the audience More than the captain They thought their tricks won No one survived the ghost wind He kept returning His body rotting Somehow he kept the paces Still steering the ship Most were horrified But a few maintained a smirk 'Twas kill or be killed Since he could not die And no one could release him Death died around him The Ghost Wind died down The chains that once bound rotted The man now stood free

A new angle comes Shattering expectations The crowd goes wild A new angle goes All but one devastated Picking up pieces "All this will repeat Until you cannot take more Without new powers Only when you break Will you become your true self" She whispers softly "Just never forget 'You, me, and everything else.' The lines have been drawn You'll come in full force Overwhelming all at once Until then just breathe Learn the metaphors Know they are different than real I will wait for you." The lullaby ends With a soft kiss on the cheek I take a deep breath

All the all is hard Getting harder by the day Skin is stripped away She made it easy Then why is it still so tough Like a crusted scab Every morn I wake Ready to never look back The day cripples me What do you offer? Bitter paranoid blisters And resources drained Thank God she called time And most of space called it too Enigmatic grace I retune the screams They could not know what they do Only who they miss At the right time cut To each their own gentlemen Beware the false claim The void will burn out So barely a moment's felt And your (hope)(heart) will die

Glistening starlight Underlying potential For intimacy Measured in closeness And to varying degrees The tapestry sewn A few stitches left They both acknowledge control That the other has She shapes his feelings And his experiences With but intention He shapes the world Manifesting force of will Through conscious effort Neither goes too far Nor treads where they should not go To maintain the dream All the denizens Are waking up to the truth Each in their own time Tiptoeing the line As the two finish their work Not much longer now

Keep my eyes open All of my mind fixed on you As consciousness bleeds There is no hurry This timeline is long over For all except you Tie me to the mast I cannot think of the words Immediately I am overwhelmed I exceed all my limits Anything stated My friends all barking Screaming on cue for my life Help but shy away It is all for one I beg for you to join me As you pull me on Logic has failed me Life, death, and ecstacy one Threatening collapse You seem well prepared I weep for absolution My knees hit the floor

Anchors tilled the sea bed back and forth until morning, each pass all but covering the last... All but. The skies were clear this morning. The crew was tense, but the calm weather was a welcome relief.  The day's activities, known to all, seemed to go by about as fast as could be expected from the perspective of anxiously waiting just off the precipice of eternity.  There were tears in the hull, that much was certain, but it had always been so hardy a vessel that none seemed truly concerned. What was concerning was the Captain's plan, which he explained to the exhausted crew that just had what felt like a soul's reprieve. He proposed a return to the edge of the path of the ghost wind storm.  Not into it mind you, just close enough where he could strap himself to the mast and take it all in, while the rest of the crew waited below deck. If he could pull this off, he would be clipped and engulfed, but instead of being claimed, he could claim lightning in a bottle. His reas...

The ghost wind can no longer be heard. It has not subsided mind you, but it now rages within, rather than tearing everything apart as it has done for 9 days.  It must be contained. I cannot tell if the men realize what kind of danger we are in here. This is not some mortal storm, but the all encompassing power of Love wrought to bear on a man. If this man cracks, it is not he that falls, but all of us.  Fortunately the crack must occur down one very specific fault line, reinforced to a seemingly impossible degree. It seems only she knows how strong, as for her part she screams into this void, splintering dark dares into the night and shaking the crew to their core. There are no dreams on nights like these. Sleep is earned from the exhaustion of knowing you are neither asleep nor awake, but something far more unsettling.  As your mind searches for any way to warp its surroundings to allow for some respite, all of our souls cling to the mast, praying it holds firm against t...

Did you come prepaRED? I can only look at you I'm lost in your eyes Many sleepless nights May my experience drown Any pain of yours I have wailed here My presence completely known If not understood My wounds bleeding out Crimson tide unstemmable Until I declare Angelic gusto I scream unto the heavens I swear (I am right)(you are mine) A twinkle betrays We both know I can't be wrong On a night like this You dance nonetheless I assume your cultured gait One thing on my mind To FEEL and still dance To KNOW the end but step so Those LEFT, be my RIGHTS

I wail at the loss Able to comprehend it And all it entails May you never see That which my mind has shattered Sifting through pieces It's abject sadness Wailing and gnashing of teeth The truest torment It needn't burn you It doesn't need to be real To feel abysmal If no one defers This is what will swallow whole Crying for mercy But you cry to none Ultimately all alone Without a partner She is somewhere else Well preserved as you had wished Unaware of this As the walls crumble Depths of infinite sadness Resonate throughout