The dew is frozen.
It glitters on the ground like crystal,
Diamonds to those who see.
It brings an edge to the world,
As though everything’s in sharp focus.
So ephemeral, this frosty dew,
Gracing us only so long as it’s permitted.
Its cold beauty is breathtaking,
And demands silent reverence.
So why, then, do people find it
Nothing more than a nuisance,
And yet gripe when its life expires?
Beautiful even in death,
The dew blesses our sight with its grace,
Reminding us that every so often,
Silence must be kept,
So that the world may speak to our hearts.
Can you see the precious releases as they dissipate
Inviting ardent admiration from us all
Appeasing the beseeching eyes of so many of us here
In the scattered dispersing of their fall
Such luminous wonders sustained by minute gestures
Of clarity in their mystical opaque releases
Appearing at first glimpse to stream from above
As if from the floodgates of secret places
A bountiful acclaim can be seen in the new animation
Of the recipients of these precious releases
As they blissfully absorb new life into their essence
Pleasing our eyes, with a beauty that never ceases
Pierces of blue
slice through the empty.
Filling them up
with the pain that I truly yearn for.
plant the seeds
in my pierced wounds.
the rose beds would grow against my pale-tanned flesh.
A soft voice
with a beautiful and willing heart.
Someday I would like to wipe the yellow sky from your outer realm.
And be brave for the solar system.
A product of the false factory.
Factory of norm illuminated by lies.
But all I want is your recognition,
and for you to hold my soft-crystalline-rose-sighs...
I like to help others but its hard when they are set in their ways
I have no choice but to stay away I give it to god and pray
Not trying to change anyone but I worry
Id like to express my concerns
Not trying to hurt you
But help get rid of your pain
Im no better or trying to offend
Get through the struggle
Live and enjoy life
Black metallic steel
not as dark as the anger
that she feels.
She felt herself reel
as hard as the black metallic steel.
Stowing away her anger
she entered into the danger
through the doors
of the lonely more.