She's right there... --My friend I mean
She doesn't have much to say but I can hear you now
Grey innocents in lieu of child-hearted tragedy...
I'm sorry.
I never knew you had made these plans for me now
Could you find it in your heart to condemn your love for me?
Just this once?
Fading white I feel we may never stray past this point...
As though when I turn the page the story you had tried to show me will be lost
Alas...
What have I now but a passing traveler's blessing??
Running down... Behind the curtain and onto the floor. Coming in from the cold and into the shimmering light...
She's beautiful isn't she?
With an outstretched hand taking mine in your own
This soothing embrace is cooling me, bringing me down -- Taking me in
I never meant to hurt you this way
Can you ever forgive these black thoughts of mine??
Pulling away I must disband these beliefs I had once held sacred
I must cast them aside!
Moving forward. To grow. Be free.
...Or just float away
Till there is nothing left...
But friends best forgotten.
Upon this parchment I scribe a vow...
To never turn away even if it burns my eyes to look...
To go on with-out fear of failure and to cast all doubts aside...
A vow to be ignorant of this plague of ignorance!
I solemnly swear that I will spit in the face of prejudice indignity and deface the figure-heads of unimaginative creationism
...And I will not back down nor shall I be deterred from that which is inspired!
I shall embrace freedom to it's fullest extent and will die upon compromise of that which I have deemed sacred.
This much I swear!!
Until death strips me of my right!
I vow to be free.
Delicate tang spritzes the air with a sunshine kiss
Peeling so gently it's lady-like tenderness is an elegant tea party with white gloved fingers and daisies on the mantle
Her majesty will be pleased!
A romantic encounter of citrus delight and sun-bathed security in ever loving om and happiness
A candidate as sweet could never be asked for such a casual Sunday outing and for you my dear we are but a shared slice of raspberry accented pie
So powerful but yet so softly subdued...
Like piano ballads or string quartets it is here simply for our glorious consumption
An ode to you my Sunday sweet orange!
May my taste buds always dazzle upon your arrival
See the colours moving, watch them taking shape
Translucent green against florescent yellow, peeling away to red and then back again.
Imagination takes it's toll where comprehension comes unglued and realism takes passenger on our journey down and into the unknown
Linking arms and taking the plunge. Delving further then our fore-fathers ever dared to enter
A prisoner of your own mind -- Lost in oblivion
Thoughts dribble into nonsense and mind transferal begins...
Quiet like a shelter but buffeting as a torrent of emotion, colour and sound; raging like tides but fragile as candles light
The mind flickers with life but is lost in the breeze, leaving only a trail of smoke to follow...
Higher they climb until they're swallowed up by the sky and they learn to glow outwardly for all to see
Only then they may come down
"...and have a hangover"
While this is happening you will be my secret
Until this is finished nobody can hear you crying out
Unless I let you go then the moon will fall
You must know I do this for you...
Clawing at the eyes that must see
Feel this release around you.
Intimate. Embrace. Soothing...
I need this.
Empowering me, I become weightless and soon float away...
To watch from below
Knowing exactly what has to happen
and dreading the day they ask of my return...
Apperating into the distance it flawlessly exceeds my view
Effortlessly sailing higher- transcending into the nothingness
Beyond the clouds and into the blue
Transpiring into what must of been the fabric of existence itself
A void of any distinguishable colour or shape
It's black, blue, grey aura is all that's left behind
Like lingering dreams in the dwindling morning hours- just before they fade to black and leave us in silence
Gazing out into the nothing around me, my feeble eyes hang motionless
Stricken by what was, what wasn't and by what could have been...
Only to have woken in uncertainty- Lucidity clinging on in the last dying image of pastel reveries...
Every little drop must consume
Every one completely as necessary as the last
Feasting on tears and blood of the innocent
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Blacker then tar and twice as thick
It greets your open lungs with a kiss
Toxic and grey
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
Until all has been consumed
Quaking to the foundations
Decimating
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
An endless torrent of wind and ice and ash -- inescapable.
Clinging to dying breath, world stops turning
Now all has been consumed
All the while...
...Rising, Rising
He catches an upward blast and is cascaded toward the heavens
A plume of feathers both grey and blue
Soaring high above, riding the draft
Elegant and careless like the valkerie's flight
Sailing onward to certain victory!
The drums roll and the trumpets shout
Beating to the crest of the aerial knight
Streamlined magnificents fit for a king
A slave to no one -- A peasant to all
The overpass pigeon takes flight
Deep solemn voices speak from within
Falling snow in the dead of night
Like the grand emperor of solitude
Alone humming, cooing -- singing his song
...Om...
Profound silence in a gesture of grandeur
Icy peaks, frost bitten slopes and fierce bitter winds
Chilling the very soul
Harder then stone, colder then ice
The mountain sings its song
From high atop the mountain’s peak he peers out down below
From a solid base I see his face
A mask of ice and snow
The initail scratch is scibed and a body comes to life
Blackness
His body carved of the purest white light
Agelessly faded he drifts solemly from view
Smiling all the while, an incision of the face emits a wretched laugh
So seldom do his unspoken words take voice
Slung from twine... ...Forever he remains
...Seamlessly trapped...
The ground dangles tauntingly beneath him but with hands bound tight he's dances a "hang man's jig"
A word falls to his side and another limb is painted into veiw
Love in death; this paradime is his noose
Biting deep the rope cuts and the whiteness fades to grey
The existance of light is now unpainted and cold numbness dims the lights
A passing shadow moves before the shroud and soon all is lost
The picture is complete and the painting unveiled
A dull sunshine glow casts a dims shadow and now all is lost
Hush now my child, the time is here to rest.
-The beauty in life is mortality in death, to live an eternity would be meaningless without the beauty of momentary gratitude for the things that we left behind in death.
Andrew F. R. Kerklaan
Hatred breeds temptation
Temptation breeds patience
Patience is a virtue... But only the virtuous may pass on
Those who pass on must seek redemption
The trials of the scorned must pave the path
In the eyes of the wicked none are innocent...
For this you must pay the homage!
These atrocities must be avenged
Neither test nor trial this is yourlife!
In this the brutalization will mark the path
There is no forgiveness!!
Watching from above, they say It sees it all
It sees me from the sky,its hiding in the clouds
My eyes may not see It but they say Its all around
I don't belive a word of it, they say I'll burn in hell
I tell you that It can't exist, isn't it plain to see??
You say I must have faith in something to believe
Its hiding up amongst the clouds but Its just not real to me...
He decends the stairs of the porch on the house sleepily
.....He is calm
Realizing his wires are tangled he quicky unbunches them...
The sidewalk clicks by unheard to his ears...
Houses... Dark pictures from which he sees images of people -- Looking out, watching tv, talking...
He hears the sound coming from inside his ears but it does not register to him.... He remains deep in thought....
click click click
The stones pass by unnoticed
click click
Waiting
The criss-cross patterns on every single lawn...
Like an endless sea of unchanged, untouchable conformity he thinks to himself...
Reaching for the small chunck of metal in his pocket to turn up the noise and drown out his thoughts...
What is it?
He questions himself without answers....
With a fear of the unknown but completly unaware of what he should fear...
He thinks quietly...
A building approaches... Bricks that are red like an African sunset... A prison... A place of hatred and sadness...
He stops, there is a man far away calling to him.....
Ignorantly he continues without a second thought.
"Scum! An endless sea of it...." He speaks underneath his breath
Black leather hangs around him in long sheets... As he walks it sways... This pleases him...
Such a hollow pleasure he thinks bitterly....
What is purpose? is it merley the quest for meaning? or something more...
click click click
......Darkness is now around him and a place to rest is close....
click click....
Can I sit with you?
Small Cat...
I can see your eyes watching me from the dark
Cat...
They look green from here
Cat...
Are you hunting in the dark now?
Cat...?
If you were would you let me come?
Cat...
One...
A moment passes me by...
Two...
Stretching into the shadows...
Three...
I bury my head into the sand...
Four...
Emerging to see what has come of me...
Five...
I am thrust into the light...
Six...
Surrouded by other beings I am no longer alone...
Seven...
Their eyes are now upon me...
Eight...
They bring me to the vessle...
Nine...
A door somewhere far off is closing...
Ten...
The blackness is suffocating in space...
Eleven...
The world I leave behind with closed eyes
Twelve...
Swift and sudden pain give way to release as I am taken away...
I am alone again...
It is soft
It isn't worth very much
Like a pocelain doll it is fragile-- so easily broken
It's value to me is more then my very soul
Like days gone by or fare wells unsaid I wish only to share our time together once more
To hold a piece of the Sun in my cool embrace and to ravish you for these desserts so swetly deserved
Closer then one of my own we are a single part of two
Loosely flowing, moving, breathing
Now filled with brilliant light that dances under the stars
My beautiful love is surpressed while you bare it's mark
As softly though as a dream, from deep in my chest it hums a toon of my glee...
...A sole wittness to the words unspoken within
I love deeply in the silence of the sounds
Unheard by the untrained ear
It's gone...
Like an aged photo it sits there faded in the details, uncertain.
Where ever did it go?
Did it ever even happen?
When did a child's laughter ever become so faint?
A train whistle on the horizon...
Another grey photogragh
Where ever did the time go?
Those moments passing me by...
Lamps on the street through the car window on the way to an auntie's house...
Why are you so vague?
My sister...
She is young and she is weak but for the stregth of a thousand men
A boogie man to a flashlight
She is a gaurdian to the lamb...
Never do seconds pass so quicky as a year in a child's eye
A singular image stands out amongst the ashes of this fire...
A hero, a saviour - a fleeting memory...
As the ashes blow to the wind they are taken away from me but the image remains
I will cherrish this love forever
Nothing could ever take down my only hero
She is small and sometimes doubtful and so humanisticly is afraid
But in the eyes of a smaller younger boy she is the sister of dreams
This boy I know, and he is bigger now...
Now stonger, faster, a tougher boy now
Weakened only by a needle's prick in a heart he made of stone
Unfeeling to the faces and cold to the unknown
For at least a few moments
She pricks at his heart alone
With eyes wide open the world spins lucidly out of control
Growing faster and faster, the world is growing...
White blonde hair whipped passed her face would seem so far away
Like a forgotten lover's name it is so sureal...
Ideas of flight abstractly toying wih the corners of her mind
Her wings are pressed flat...
A final escape from a dream which you could never wake
This is her ecstacy.
Her final curtain...
Perhaps it would seem odd that her last thoughts would be of her mother
So soft and warm...
They never did agree on anything...
Perhaps in another life they could finally see eye to eye but there would be no such luck this time around...
Her head tossed in a backwards roll
The last ten or fifteen feet seemed to disintegrate away...
A dream's sad ending could never be so uplifting
She opened her eyes for the last time to find her dream had given way to the real
She had been set free
...and had finally embraced the unknown
Their eyes to the loose soil
Nobody says a word
Cries of anguish deep inside
But not a wimper is heard
Aching for the other half...
Left here alone to walk the path...
The dirt now packed and the people gone.
All are gone except for one
A single rose clutched in one hand
He kneels down to touch the ground
Placing his hand upon the stone...
Ever so softly he weeps alone.
Amiss without.
She was the one, to whom he'd of given his first born son
No longer here to lighten the load...
Taken from him, to her new abode
A prayer on the wind of summer's breath
Carried to the heavens, wishing for death...
A broken man his hand does shake
A rose left which no hand can take
Words forgotten never meant so much...
As his cheek caressed by a lover's touch
I love you never seems enough
When it is your heart that has been snuffed...
I loathe you.
From the pit of my very soul I feel that you have wronged me beyond forgiveness
Like the crack of a whip or a slap in the face my hatred is sharp; unyeilding.
Pictures etched in stone are unclear when I try to look upon my hate...
To glance upon the sun would be the image of my mind
"Black as holes within a memory"
The daunting truth of the brutalization
My unsound justice is left unserved...
My rage lives on, fed by the dream of nightmares uncensored to my eyes
Ever to be saught your death comes to me on swift winds
Like a bad handshake your name leaves me dead inside, with a taste in my mouth that will leave you spitting blood!
Like memories left unchecked, imaginative images claw into my mind's eye giving life to the blood of comic book renactments
Pictures are dark while tones of my hate are made bright
These forces are relentless...
Dark clouds roll in but the sun peaks through into our realm
For a time my vengence seems less fleeting...
A new day is afoot and my nemesis close at hand
The end for you my friend is my beginning to be!
