Forever patient
In and out
Like the breathe of the ocean
On a winters day
Creating an artistic scene
Though perhaps one from a horror

Perhaps like the scenic sunset
Lurking behind the cloud
Stealthily hiding itself
From gaze of passers by
Lost in the endless cycle of
Day and Night
Life and Death
Enduringly present

Tormented eternally by the inner monsters
Never rid of the voices
Perhaps, one can never truly be afraid of the external entities
Perpetually cognizant of the inescapable company within
And yet...

And yet never in control
Unquestionably
Bit by bit taking over
Never surpassable
Never suppressible
Never surmountable
Constantly, patiently
Eternally Yours

Towering over all other life
Watching through those large orbs which seemingly gaze into the inner parts of ones mind
Although protected with two ivory pillars, unequivocally terrified
All the while knowing that anything can go wrong

Upon the shoulders of the giant
One may experience that which is sought after
A position of safety albeit false and temporary
From a greater height the larger the plight
Into the depths of crushing darkness

Do you know the sorrow of a star that cannot return to the Heavens?
A pain so great - it may engulf the planet although bystanders are not aware
The Darkness shows it's ferocious hunger for the light
In that ephemeral second of eternity
The heart echoes the emptiness inside
Lub-Dub-Lub-Dub-Lub-Dub

For in the Heart of the Elephant
When the love falls
And all that is left is disaster
And all is lost
What is there to do but to look toward the Greater Beings
We yearn for understanding
Meaning from the suffering

They stand tall and beautiful
As if stuck in a dancing posture
Fluid in their stillness
They reach up toward their sun
Almost as if missing a second foot - slanted

They reach for each other too
Intertwined over the street
Like lovers on either side of a train platform
They attempt the crossover as it were
But they will never be in contact - for the road has separated them
It is cruel to see ones hopes every day and to not be able to hold on to them

Perhaps they would rather look elsewhere
Through the green branches they sneak an image to collect to their collage of memory
The trees stand tall never showing the inner turmoil
For they know it would bring the other pain
I watch them and learn
They see me for me
For I cannot hide myself
Lest behind another Tree

De voir l'oiseau vert est de donner de la tristesse
Car il ne pourrait jamais se voir
Il ne savait que ce qu'il y a à voir

Il volait comme ci c'est rien d'avoir de la puissance d'être en air
Le rabat des ailles continuait toujours
Quand même ils sont éphémère

L'oiseau volait de tout course
Le cœur ébahi se faire un instinct énormément

At times, I look into the stars and I see nothing
Nothing but a wasted canvas;
Richly blue-black with spots...
They glisten with the wind and
They soar with the clouds...
They are stuck in limbo between this world
And the heavens...
They live not here...
They live not there...
Beacons of light - too dull to use as light, yet not too dull to be insignificant...
They mean the yang in the yin: the light in the darkness

The queen of the night shows herself from time to time
She adorns the sky and rules with poise
Never caring how small she makes the rest of the cast feel
She does not look down:
Her every step is critiqued
Though she listens to the wolves - for they speak to her solely

The sky fills the void - perhaps the Painter aimed it as such
I do not wish to think so though - it would ruin the effect
Lost in the sky once again
I sigh
The sky shows me what I want
But perhaps peace is not the answer
Neither is solitude
Perhaps I want to belong ...

Upon the verge of the 17th sun
The Earth and Sky connect
Never touching, but through the rain, their hearts are joined
For One is outlined by the other

There can be none like it
For the skies are bliss in their serenity
While soundless droplets make their plight
The heard sound is after the fact, for the rain does not concern itself with such trivial matters
Invisible prison bars illuminate the landscape
Engraving that which ought to be noticed

Ultimately, they are separated once more
For as the 18th moon takes over her watchful duty
She knows not that her precious Earth has been unfaithful
For she can never speak to the Sun

I walk through the forest
And see the stars
They light the way forward and
They show the way back

I walk through the forest
And see the trees
They cloud the way forward
Obstacles for the future

I walk through the forest
And see the moon
She guards the night sky eternally
Bathing the ground dutifully

I walk through the forest
And see the insects
Isolated in their world
Not knowing the beauty which lies beneath their wings

I walk through the forest
Seeking solitude
Expecting loneliness
Finding myself...

They came in the night
Caught unaware as it were
I had no time to react
They came and took what they wanted

I was asleep you see
Dreaming of a garden
The most amazing garden
And they did take that away from me

They came in the night whilst I slept
They mumbled their little spells and created an unnatural reality

I awoke, startled, for that garden did turn against me
The green grew red
The flowers grew teeth
For my dream had become a nightmare

She flutters through the field
Glistening in the sunlight
Floating as if unaffected by gravity from one flower to the next
Seemingly without purpose

Do you know the sorrow of a star that cannot return to the heavens?
Perhaps such a beautiful creature as said to be hand-painted by God yearns to return to the place where she can live forever

Though you may view the ephemeral form and think it beautiful
The true form lives within - only seeping through in those moments when no one is paying attention

It's like I'm bleeding into no where but it does not stop
I imagine myself gazing at the blood
It's beautiful in its depth - it is more than a crimson river - it's like a hundred Sakura bushes in full bloom
Perhaps this maroon-colored stream is my way of enacting wth the environment

It's like I'm screaming out loud and no one hears
I cannot even hear myself
I try and yet, before I try too hard,
My voice fails
Better to fail at something while not trying than to fail at something wholeheartedly

It's like I'm falling without ever reaching the ground
I feel as if I fell so long ago,
That time was difficult but this is excruciating...
Empty, nothing
I cannot even feel myself
I would rather be back there than here
I would describe it as a void
It is foreign and familiar
Neither here now there
And yet, perhaps, it is mine

And so I fell
I remember it rather perfectly
I was sitting on the edge of the well
Minding my own business
I think I had lost my footing
Although I was sitting so I do not know how that is possible

The process does not make sense
What I do know is this: I fell
The well was poorly lit and I saw not how to stop the plight
Naturally I reached for something
and I found something hard
- softer than rock but harder than a stem
I grabbed it
That did two things: I swung toward a wall and I did stop - momentarily
Even being temporarily arrested, it made me feel safe
Unfortunately it was short lived for I did fall again as the object I held severed its' bonds

I fell again
It felt long - longer than I thought it would but eventually, I was dropped onto the bottom
It was a watery-sludge
This was an old well - one not used for it had dried up years ago
Yet here it stood: damp
In this abandoned marshy pit I stood
It was friendly even in darkness
Perhaps I knew this place was here all along
You see, I had fallen here before
This place was mine
A forgotten sanctuary

"Winter is the thief of my happiness"
Someone once said this to me
She enters as if welcomed and
pillages my lifeforce until there is none left
She devours the flowers in her hunger frenzy
She, like the hurricane, leaves nothing in her wake: trees bare, icy forests with no sign of life and much worse, it is as if the sun itself was engulfed

In a world of winter there can be no other
No life
No laughter
No peace in that frozen emptiness
Imagine living in that icy tundra
Winter is desolate and dreadful
Winter is fever and death
Winter is unnecessary and should be removed and forgotten

But she disagrees:
I am the misunderstood empress
I feed on misery and give joy
Do not go on only what I say think back now  
Imagine one day in my season
Freezing? Perhaps...  Do you see it?
Your breath floats above you, clouding your vision
Now you drink from that hot mug
Hmm that tea could never grant you the same feeling as it would in those other seasons
I bring life - for, it is I, that allows all to rest
To begin anew
I bring rest - for all things cannot continue indefinitely without consequence
The rest is required for future plans

Summer, that dreadful devil,
He has poisoned your well so to speak
He has bribed you to spite me
He feeds you with luscious fruits and evergreen trees
The sun scolds your skin and still you are blinded
I am misunderstood - you do not see me for who I am
You see me in the bigger picture for
I bring cold - that comfort you feel when you are just becoming warm
That rather fantastic visage of an overcast day
That is me

Winter proclaims to be the queen of new beginnings
There cannot be a new before removal of the old
I am the passing of time
Without me, a world entirely run by that Solar dictator, would be horrid
Reluctantly she returns to her kingdom for no one listens to her
Summer has won the battle but the if it is a war he wants, then a war he shall get ...