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 Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:20 am
Heart of a Child (Letter)
It was raining - the heavens pouring down without remorse. It was treacherous. I thought it was a definite end. I was prepared to accept this reality. There's a point where one result to a smile; a turn on the heel to walk away - to leave it there - but there was something that made me look back.
A young man bent; crouched by the street lamp, looking into the murky gutter. Charming and pure, he was you. You picked it up and brushed away the mud, the moss, the debris. It warmed in your cupped hands and you smiled. It dared to beat - once. I stood there, gaping, completely frozen. Warnings flashed in the corners of my sight as you started towards me. You pulled out an umbrella and made the rain cease to shatter on my shoulders. You smiled - softly; angelically - and it fluttered in your grasp - alive.
This is the heart of a child; it flickers in the rain. It's a heart worn on the sleeve; a heart battered by pain. Then you came along, breathed hope into it and freed it from its prison. What have you done? I could only stare in absolute disbelief.
You gave me your coat and I stopped shivering for a moment to watch it happily dance on your palms. You handled it with such care, lending your warmth and smiling at its playful tumbles.
Twilight neared and dusk fell as we said our farewells. That was the end of the rainy days. And before dawn, the next morning, I met you under the same old streetlamp. You didn't ask for it, John, but it asked for you. The butterflies in my chest threatened to terrorize and implode, but you smiled - once, and once was enough to paint the clouds pink and gold.
"I'll be gone for a little while," you said one day. The heart in your pocket skipped a beat.
"Will you miss me, then?" Your hand stretched out; the little creature started to waver and the clouds returned.
Because it is the heart of a child and it flickers in the rain. It's the heart I thought I didn't have and now it wishes to reside with you evermore. Lock it up in your ribcage where it will be sheltered from the storms and take it with you, because the day you made me forget about who I've become, you stole me away and placed the sunrise in my dreams. Forever, I'll be here, awaiting your return, but please allow my heart to flutter for you. Please never give it away. 
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:22 am
Gentleman
Mythical creatures, extinct by conceptuality,
Such is a gentleman in contemporary society – like a gryphon
made by thought and destroyed by reality.
No courteous bows and the lifting of a hat, on occasion.
No ancient charms that cause our hearts to become a flutterfly
In this breeze of pretense morality and mock civilization.
Instead of an age of pleasantries and charming deam,
Our gentlemen, today, live within their hearts: a soul-eating dream.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:35 am
Psyche
A spirit, a part of my psyche
visits you each night.
She sits there in the music room
while you play your songs.
She makes you tea
and looks after you -
these things I thought she'd've never do.
Yet, she remains there,
completely invisible to you.
I can only hope that you know
that someone looks up to you;
that you are great in how you live;
in how you breathe;
Beautiful in your own little way.
Smile, because someone like you should never have to shed a tear.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:38 am
Koi
Whilst at night
a koi glissades,
its obsidian ghost glistens
in the celestial silver light,
starring
in a lost duet.
It moves to the tide,
through sombre waters,
swaying aimlessly,
hiding hollow tears
in the continuous current.
They say time heals
and it's easy to forget,
yet it breathes
through gills of convalescence,
smothered and forgotten,
trapped in a treacherous tranquility
which should have been
a two-seconds world...
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:40 am
Talk about the Weather
Talk to me about the weather
- drops of sunlight are falling from the sky
and there's music in the atmosphere...
Let's talk about the weather,
because I'm shy and smile when you smile.
Talk about the stars
- they gather and die in your eyes
and every time they do, they leave the after image of a smile
that will shine on forever.
Let's talk about the stars,
because these dreams hand me over to the dark.
See, I'm a Platonian and you, monsieur,
are the closest to the Form that every human hopes to; aspire...
But within every heart there exists the memory that wakes fear:
it lurks in our preconsciousness and leaks into daily thought,
inevitably...
So I stand here in self-proclaimed denial;
in the fear of falling into a void no man can conquer,
But let's talk about the weather so we might,
one day
talk about us and all we can become,
because we create our own wings if we believe.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:41 am
Please say you'll stay...
Melting breath into the cold;
teardrops freezing to dust;
icy fingers eagerly enfold
over matters so fairly just.
Breeze biting at your nose,
numbing ears.
Your gentle hands pull me close,
numbing fears.
In the battering rain,
embracing.
Screams of shattering pain,
fading.
I cry myself to sleep
at the thought of a coldening heart -
the one you told me I could keep.
And the darkening dreams bring monsters of hurt.
Say once again
that you love me.
Relieve this pain
so I might believe.
In your arms I feel secure,
so warm inside.
You are my cure,
the dark will abide.
Lift this veil of terror;
keep these nightmares at bay;
let your light show what's fairer;
Please say you'll stay...
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:42 am
Untitled (prolonged inverse haiku)
Withering, gentle
soft rays of the silver sun
reflect upon this cheek.
Whiffs of hot chocolate drifts
like happy spirits,
warmly caressing these lips.
Flawless and bold, his chest rise
and falls, up and down
like a young ship lost at sea.
On such a cold night in June
my little sailor,
my lucky charm, mine alone...
Without treach'ry and any
artificial zeal.
White blaze indulge, devour.
Rhythmic beat gently,
patient as the sun arise,
my siren sleeps in your eyes.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:44 am
Otherworld War I (in Ravenheart)
The drums tense in the rhythm of the air,
heartbeats fly and fall.
Battle horns howl with the willows,
widowed of nature's call.
Superior races and the lesser,
wage was and pledge their souls to a Door*.
Humans, stand your ground,
do not falter.
Lords of the night,
reclaim your reign.
All creations fear and shudder,
for tonight, sleepless splutter,
blood will rain like the sweetest wine
and man will tip the scales of time,
for tonight, massacre of the forgotten;
the underestimated; the wronged
will arise on the battlefields, awaiting dawn.
May sanity prevail.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:45 am
Moth
Little brown moth,
Chasing circles in the golden light,
How many times do you flutter in the humid mists?
How come you lack a final goal
Yet always seem to be happy?
Like the dog,
Chasing it's tail,
Running round and round
In vain.
Yet you seem to be happy?
What am I missing here?
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:46 am
You, sir, are magick
You, sir, are magick
- an art otherworldly,
You, sir, are the magick in essence and in itself,
it is in you and you are in it.
For whatever reason you chose me to be your volunteer,
- and I cry with joy:
most humbly and gratefully so -
I wish not to know this reason,
For it would take the magick out of the act
Like the light out of a room.
All I hope to wish is that whatever reason will make you think,
As you lie your head to rest,
To think of me as I, every dusk and every dawn, ponder on the thought of you.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 10:48 am
My Quiet Resolve
Should I grow a blackened heart?
of hatred for those who've wronged it
and infinite remorse for whom it have wronged.
Should I empty it?
of every memory and every note,
so passionately imprinted,
and strip it of the pondering pleasure.
Should I dip it into a cold hell?
and leave it there,
carbonized and entirely abandoned,
for I wished this to have been the final chapter.
You have fixed yourself soundly into every memory
and I hate you for being immaculate;
and I hate myself for not holding back:
my hopes; my dreams -
my heart exposed,
for you had stripped it of all defenses.
It trusted you...
But I cannot blame you -
I am well acquainted with my inadequacy.
I might only pray that you travel down memory lane
someday
and forgive my inexperienced infancy;
and think of me fondly:
as the child who allowed you to steal her heart in a wink.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:03 am
Apollo
To the chariot and the horse,
heed not to your master's will,
but to this heart's course
and indulge in the hunt's thrill.
There's a throbbing that Apollo does not hear.
Nay, he turns a blind ear and journeys on,
as slow as ever was too painful to bear.
Yet, this creature beats in synchronised canter of a fawn.
Come now, master Apollo and his horse, hasten thy pace,
my ever runnin' prize glitters at the end of this race.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:05 am
Love, a pitiful little thing.
There's an arm and there's a heart,
and a melody in major that lays me to rest,
but turns into minor harmonic in zest
and tugs and rips and strips me apart.
By your hand, your soul, in passion and jest,
leaks into ink and a heart bequest.
Yet, another bids you, woes you, to depart.
Thus, in conclusion, for your pain,
be happily betrothed
and leave me to say: love
is a pitiful little thing; and gentle rain -
a soul as yours: 'ever beloved.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:08 am
Into Ruin
Aching in ashen bones,
it's cold:
snowing hail,
crashing cars, crumbling homes
bashing skulls - implosions.
Pulse mercury through my veins;
give me hemlock, give me wolfsbane -
the cyanide on your lips is not enough.
***
Aldabaran
It is not a void you've met,
Look closer...
An eruption of colour; stars implode-
This is the light you see:
There is a war of dust and storms
Between your sun and the
Aldabaran.
***
Heart of a Bolide
Tiny planetoid - dull and gray,
Pushes through your barier.
Heart of a bolide, but leaves
Little debris for display -
An empty whisper
And a broken wish -
She comes to ashes at your feet.
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Posted: Tue Nov 12, 2013 11:11 am
Army of Lions
Armor'd and plated,
We trudge through depths
And scale the skies.
We're everywhere,
But unseen
'Till the day dawns -
One helpless cry;
One defeated tear;
One nervous beat of the heart.
Our ears, attuned to your breath;
Our eyes to your soul.
Dew sets
And fog mists our advance...
To protect and defend,
We signed an oath:
Our hearts tied to a cause.
We are your Army of Lions,
Taking you home, sound.
***
Curse of the Idle (inspired by "The Scientist" by Coldplay)
Snowbells hang their crowns -
They wilt; they scream with a silence:
'Palling and petrified.
And a willow sweeps over the lake -
The stars reflected:
A representation of the heavens,
But it's never to lift its head
And gaze upon the illusion of reality.
This is the curse of the idle:
Wallow in memories of the tenses
And wishful possibilities...
"Take me back to the start."
***
Reaching for the Stars
Reach up
With eager arms
Grab onto the stars
with an out-strech'd hand
Take one; pick one
And,
If you're lucky,
It might be reaching out to you too.
***
Little River (inspired by a U2 song)
Little river, naive and small -
She meets with fallen leaves,
thirsty souls, pebbles and scales.
She feeds the trees, growing tall,
And forgive footprints of clever travels.
But, every now and then
Small blossoms and petals
Will flutter down and weave
Into her hair. They follow her trails.
They know her secrets: her nature; her leave
To seek out and chase the sea.
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