The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
¬–watch the Moon light the way
Vultures howl at the hint of Death
–Dead men are deaf, on the vertical horizon
Some light will always shine through a closed curtain
–open up and let it all in
Dilation ensures that the waters are steady
but on the vertical horizon, nothing is certain
A silhouette of descending doves falls onto the ground
–watch the Moon shed his tears
Poachers of Peace ascend the vertical horizon,
now presuming the ultimate power of God
Only Time will tell
if they were right or wrong
But patience is virtuous
and this won’t take very long
The silhouette of a fallen man lay on the vertical horizon
–imagine that his soul is free
His figure parts into a million grieving doves,
ascending beyond the brim of the vertical horizon
Only Time will tell
if he was right or wrong
But patience is a virtue
and this won’t take very long
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 2:24 PM UTC
I am a prism.
I refract the simplicities of life into rainbowic expression.
I defract the color of my skill into honorable modesty.
I am a prism.
May 23, 2013
May 23, 2013 at 2:23 PM UTC
These sunny, summer days remind me of you.
They remind me of the wonderful days you spent
in my arms and in my heart.
Oh, I would give anything to make this explosive
nostalgia reality once again.
I need only one more day with you;
But, hell? who am I kidding?
One day is not enough.
A lifetime isn't enough with someone who amounts
to such an incredulous beauty as
yourself.
I can't help but miss you dearly.
I can't help but to cry.
I can't help but ponder on your permanent departure
from the physical realm that we know
as LIFE.
I should be proud of you -- well, I am -- but my arrogance
tells me to mourn; so what do I do?
I mourn,
and I mourn,
and I mourn some more.
I am struck by the mourningful remembrance of your eccentric
existence and of my experience with it.
But I know that one day all of these memories will bring upon
the polar opposite of the feelings they
trigger today.
That is Happiness.
I will be happy.
As a matter of fact,
I am happy.
I am happy that your everlasting fight was began, was
endured, and was ended with a smile.
I am happy for the cease of your suffering.
I am happy that you are no longer a victim for the trauma
that comes with living.
I am happy for the infinite hearts and souls that you touched
with your aspiring inspiration.
I am happy to have, at a point in time, been one of the few and
only who you encased in your affectionate
passion, and ,with a bit of luck, changed my
life forever.
But to speak the least,
I am happy for YOU
Breathe Easy Alexandria
May 4, 2013
May 4, 2013 at 12:39 AM UTC
Oh, smooth, smooth unity
A stylistic rhythm penetrates the
boundaries of the world's
appraisal of orthodoxy
AVANT-GARDE
Lively arpeggios and Righteous
time lift the soul with
tones of emotion
LANQUIDITY
Transitions that manifest an
endless terrain of flowing
continuity
BLISS
An orange kite
swiftly descends
from the ominous,
yellow skies
Spontaneous strokes
of my brush dance in
a pool of glowing,
comfortable mist
The angry bullfrog
sits aimlessly in a
black lagoon, waiting
for the return of his heart
IMAGERY
You can see more than the eye
Music is your telescope
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 3:33 PM UTC
The orchard of life has
seen it's final harvest
Dying leaves hang carelessly
in pale, yellow agony
Rotting apples reminisce on
their days of vibrant,
golden youth
Naked trees stare blatantly
with sad faces into
the endless oblivion
of memory
The orchard of life rings with
desperate cries for salvation
Mar 9, 2013
Mar 9, 2013 at 3:26 PM UTC
Happy-hearted but not all there
His awkward smile lingers through my mind
Peaceful,
Yet Unforunate
That staggering physique & that waddling
walk & that dauntful dance & that
unstable eye: a precise entailment
of his persona,
though never ******
never vacant
never violent
...UNTIL NOW
when the demon of his soul prevails
no mercy
no mercy
no mercy
Not even for a loving mother; a loving
mother who provided a comforting
home & the essential care & three
daily dishes of food & the one thing
a loving mother provides best:
Unconditional Love
He is now ripped of a warm heart; will
he ever find salvation?
I hope so.
His possessed actions are ample
punishment and will eventually
tear the boy to shreds:
Those memories of an unreasonable death;
a death that spilt blood into every
crevice of his character
Those memories of innocent bloodshed;
the blood of his own race...the
same blood that stirs in his viens
Those memories of pure insanity;
an insanity that taught anger
the ways of mutilation
Those memories of his murdered mother;
a "horrendous" scene that plays on
constant repeat in his head
...and those future memories of remorse;
remorse for his ***** deeds
of spontaneous psychosis
Yet,
his awkward smile
still lingers through
my mind
https://www.facebook.com/photo.php?fbid=349987311783508&set;=a.298260023622904.72189.100003167250519&type;=1&theater;
"There is without a doubt that this kid has something possessing him... I believe it wasn't him who killed the mother he loved with all his heart, how can such a kindhearted loving teenager change in less than two months and ****** the woman who loved him the most and who he loved. This teenager has a demon inside him.... look at the pictures ya'll.... on the right is him less than six months ago. He doesn't even look the same...."
Feb 23, 2013
Feb 23, 2013 at 11:14 AM UTC
Is this conscious state of existence really real?
or will my words and I soon drift into the
infinite possibilities of my sweet,
oh, sweet Lucidity?
Life is strange
but I am stranger.
Jan 31, 2013
Jan 31, 2013 at 6:43 PM UTC
Take this useless tongue of mine
I am merely a passive observer in this game we call Life
All ideal;
No action
Egress my soul through the impenetrable fortress
splitting a difference between the realities
of Hip and Loneliness. I find my spirit
obscured within the latter realm.
Take this loveless heart of mine
I am merely a conquistador's familiarity with failure
it beats in rhythms;
consider it a charity
Descending from the heavens of my imagination, a
radiant lioness swifts into my being and lifts
above...above into El Paraiso Del Deseo
It's time to unfurl these eyelids
1-30-13
Jan 30, 2013
Jan 30, 2013 at 9:16 PM UTC
"Thou whose eyes unopened and unable to see
Still finds his one love, oh how can it be?"
"No need for these eyes when you have an open heart
Unfurled sight is what keeps two loves apart"
"Thou blind one, how did it come to be?
Two in one love, please explain this to me"
"Oh dear friend, to me, my love came
Heart encased in sorrow's ice, melted by her flame"
"Thou one whose heart is as open as the sea,
How tender the love held by you and she?"
"Our love, I hold, like her soft, gentle hand
Intwined together, as is grass to the land"
"Thou deafened one who chooses only to see,
How much quality in the love, held by the hands of thee?"
"My love comes and goes like a migrating dove
How can I change to unsatisfaction of my love?"
"Thou one with no sight can show you to be
As loyal, caring, and loving as he
So learn to use your heart over eyes
Or else each love after the next is bound to capsize."
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:43 AM UTC
Mad Woman;
aiming finger through the sky:
*"Eclipse!
Eclipse!"*
These stubborn eyes
reject.
Deaf
by decision.
Abruptly,
rays of light
bring me
an Optical Intervention.
Solar Father
Lunar Angel
Earthly Prophet
Perfectly Aligned.
RUN-RUN-RUN
I am in desperate
need of a
friend.
RUN-RUN-RUN
Dark Moscow Streets
to the
Sunny Beach's End.
Pedestrian inquiry is of no assistance.
Lost Friend.
Just Wait.
....
From the void of Nowhere;
my friend,
my oh so hip friend,
falls into scene:
*"Where art thou
eyes descending
behind those
opaque shades
on thou face?"*
and
before any
latter
thought, a
cold
cry falls
from
the sky.
*"Eclipse!
Eclipse!"*
These stubborn eyes
perceive
nothing
up above
but the
reflecting eyes
of none other
than my one-and-only friend.
(12-29-12)
Jan 12, 2013
Jan 12, 2013 at 12:38 AM UTC