Do you ever wonder, when the leaves dance in the wind, if stones get jealous?
Or, when the sun dives, bleeding through the evening sky, a silver tear slides down the moon's pockmarked face?
Do you ever wonder, if the glistening mist through weeping willow's boughs calms the whispering winter winds? Or quiets it? Is the snow their silent tribute, falling from the stark still clouds?
The wind you see, is madness. The spring sings after stillness, after soft snowdrift coats the landscape in white. The earth grows cold and thaws and crawls slowly out of slumber.
Spring sings and birdsong rings though the air. The flowers peek up from their beds and summer starts to stir.
The wind is madness because, as the brightest summers go on and on and the bees banquet seems never ending; the nectar ain't eternal.
It's the earth's lament, not winter itself, but the unending cycle. That's how it goes and that's how it blows.
I wonder if the earth cries hurricanes?
Mar 28, 2020
Mar 28, 2020 at 6:05 AM UTC
Toothfish. Wide and frozen.
Wet gloves, odd sawdust and plastic.
Time and fish both slip.
Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 2:06 AM UTC
To those who wrong his chosen, he is retribution incarnate.
From his hands come gifts to those who help him on his path and judgement to those who hinder.
He is the light shining in the midst of shadows.
Lord and friend and shield and home.
A mirror of potential, a catalyst of those who strive to honour his esteem
A being of action and justice and the outreaching of hands.
His gifts seed life and his name brings hope.
Confidant to the world-weary and a gentle helping hand.
He is the Soul of the Protector.
Oct 27, 2018
Oct 27, 2018 at 2:39 PM UTC
To languish.
To lie in wait, to wait in fear, to fear in darkness.
A prisoner languishes, as does a lobster in the ***
Dungeon, tower or suburban shed; it's the silence, the cursed quiet.
Weakness and sorrow and cold and waiting, always waiting.
Aug 24, 2018
Aug 24, 2018 at 6:24 PM UTC
Baptised by the rain, by your companion's tears and by the pouring dripping fear.
Step down, my love, from the dark clouds into the muck; into the mire of my soul.
White you once were and white you will become. Be still, my love and see me tear.
See me rip and roar with pain, begging, kneeling before the face of it. The face of the Abyss.
See me falling. See me bleeding into the river, the mighty torrent.
Above us is a holy light. Look up, my love. Look up and fly.
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 3:26 AM UTC
Have you ever fallen into the world behind your eyes?
Tis a world beyond description, of concept and timeless colour, pure sensation.
Have you ever loved the world behind the sky?
Loved the ideas, not the people, not the grass, but the sound of green on green.
Have you ever dined in a maze of countless lies?
Seen the beauty in the words, danced in meadows made of her...
Have you ever sat and watched the darkness; the twilight, mirrored starlight?
I have and it burned quietly; quietly and softly.
Jan 19, 2018
Jan 19, 2018 at 10:00 PM UTC
Christ eternal, the seal, the white lamb.
Divinity personified, given in place of us.
The fulfilment of the ultimate blood price,
paid in full with divine blood.
Defeated by death, yet death he defeated,
Rose from the ashes, He struck down the shadows and shone.
Shone into the abyss, the fate that awaited all sinners;
Broke death, brought life and us.
Cleansed our corrupted souls for eternity.
Through the blood of Christ we live.
Through the blood of Christ we are free.
And through the blood of Christ, DEATH IS NO MORE!
Dawn arises, light shines, the beacon is lit and night’s silence is broken.
May 27, 2016
May 27, 2016 at 9:07 PM UTC
Red blood, staining crisp, white linen
Dripping slowly from her gaping side, her body folds, tumbling to the floor
A soft but pitiful sigh escapes her parted lips
Her last breath, her last shudder, her last
Scarlet pooling away
Gradual, inevitable, insatiable
Death
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:40 AM UTC
Captivating, alluring, the attractive smell of seduction.
Forbidden fruits of temptation, shining on a pedestal.
A hungry, lust filled gaze sights this perfect rose.
Pursues it, consumes it, dances in drunken ecstasy.
And, as the dammed, falls into endless despair.
May 4, 2016
May 4, 2016 at 10:37 AM UTC
To me, words sing. They carry me up to the heavens and drag me down to the depths.
Sentences soar. They lie there, dripping with juicy meaning as they whisper softly.
Descriptions dance. Well paced prose or the precise hitting of phonetic notes are a symphony to my ears.
Pearls are found amongst the thickest of slime. Masterpieces of diction, form and character one can uncover, buried underneath the deepest mires of messiness.
These glorious works, both lengthy and pointed, are attractive for one main reason: the thoughts and flavour they contain.
These concepts swirl and crystalise like intricate snowflakes and make me think, 'If only life was always like this'.
Webbed connections spin and mesh, reflections and shattered mirrors are found everywhere. The hallmarks of beauty and the breath of the Divine mix with dark and twisted truths. Great words and those more humble writings weave a magnificent tapestry indeed.
Dec 17, 2015
Dec 17, 2015 at 7:10 PM UTC