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Ike Jan 2019
"Can we look at stars?" She asked.
So we stepped out of our lives
Into the pillars of creation.
The chill was biting but
The light from the most beautiful taurian sky I had ever seen washed upon our gaze and warmed our hearts.
Taurus the bear the hunter and an unknown star brighter than all others
the Queen of the sky herself came to visit this solemn night.
As we stood in the cold for those few fleeting moments
The universe heard the call of her sad heart.
And the stars fell from the heavens
in a show of radiant jubilee unmatched in this life.
When the book of the sky opened itself and shared its wisdom for all to see
it was speaking to us.
To her.
"Everything will be alright."
It said.
Heard loud and clear.
Written in the south of mt st Helen's next to lower falls on a very cold night. After researching arcturus was the unknown star
The stars falling were the Geminids
Cassiopeia was the queen of the sky.
It was a beautiful night.
Ike Jan 2019
Eos
There was a dancing light
Playing and singing
Breaking through the dew dropped moss
Only in the moments just after the dark passes
Floating along the wind
In a vast, haunted wood
Drawing the sweet forest to her
Singing songs to ancient spirits resting on mushrooms
Tickling the feet of old grumpy trees
With truth

She was a beautiful memory left deep on the shores of a distant frozen river
The falling snow that quiets the land
Gliding over the reflection of infinity
In forever hidden waters
She was unimaginable light
Trapped in a jar on a shelf
in a dark room surrounded by fear and pain

When the house fell
the sun finally rose
And the dancing light followed the moon ravenously, once again
Dancing and playing in the mist
Chasing the stars
And she never looked back.
Ike Jan 2019
The stars came down from the sky on a happy evening
They were children for a night and played with madness and abundance
They danced the somber evening out in the ghost grass as it coveted all dirts.
Forgetting for so many moments, wreathed in the now
They'd  been burning with power, changing the fate of forever
And existence.
Songs of so much destiny were played out by their weary hearts.
And for a while they were not alone, foreseeing futures untold and impossible yet
Right in front of their eyes
Rescinded to the heavens forgetting naught
They burn as childrens glee in innumerable skies
Never to be lost.
Until the ghost grass sees the light of many days past.
And the stars come down once again
To dance in the vision of tomorrows wake
Until drawn back into nothingness
Ike Jan 2019
I don't wear the mask anymore
But on occasion the demons come out to play
And paint my mind red
with embarrassment and whole hearted regret
The most ungovernable of emotions in your eyes
Watching the fall leaves drop in golden catastrophe over a river lost in the woods
Leftovers from the one time you were actually alive
How could I forgive myself for all the time wasted in the sad shadowy flickering light over my entire life
This beauty and this unimaginable music skipping time in my heart
The only part of the song you know forever repeating itself
whispering in your ear
until the words fall apart and you are left with ashes and pure jaw dropping love for the art of life
All I could do it stare at the sky and laugh
While the demons painted away into the long night
Wearing my mask for me, pulling my strings for me, Looking like me, talking like me and fooling everyone beyond all question
Including myself.
Ike Jan 2019
Pro
Yeah. I am cold and distant at times.
Most often emotionally extinct
Or reserved to the point it appears
Not to exist
The opposite of everything I hold dear
And the simultanious co-location
Those times zen rears its baleful head

I wore the horror mask for four long months
When the neurologist told me
I was depressed
It took the last of my energy to not paint the joker on my face and laugh him into a corner with my hands locked around his twelve plus year degree addled throat that thought he understood
While the life escaped his eyes
Depressed.

Not like it was the first time I thought someone understood my nightmares...
Then abandoned me straight back to the dead slop society we have been programmed to believe in.
These were professionals.
Let us not waste a single minute of our precious money laden time on
Conversation or
Understanding
Pay up. Eat these pills. Get fixed. Be OK.
Have you ever tried NOT being sad?
It's only a feeling.
It will go away.
Ike Jan 2019
The sun hit my eyes as I walked out the door
And life became more than four walls and a floor
Or an ideal that is sold when loved by the masses
That cry and complain and talk out their *****

Because we can't see the truth in front of our face
They've convinced us our sadness is a fantasy place
And forced their prescription on the whole human race
With a spoon made of greed to a malnourished face

Can you hear it? She's calling our name while she screams
Mother earth slumbers in nightmarish dreams
Wreathed in smoke and industrial gasses
The rage has been building as the millennium passes

The time has come the ground is shaking
Stars are falling and flesh is baking
The rich and the poor are gasping for air
This wrath of the of the ages cannot be compared
The oceans are boiling and touching the sky
What once was immortal is now begging to die

As a hush falls down in the ashes of lives
There will be no more sons, no daughters no wives
Just a mournful epitaph on the grave of our kind
"Here lies humanity and its self centered mind"
Ike Jan 2019
We will wait there
until the stars vanish in silence and the sky is quietly unmade in front of only our eyes. When there is no one left to know our names,  all winds cease and fires can no longer burn. When the sun rises in an infinite western front with a secret smile and a gift, we will observe lights first childlike laughter as it races across the slowly rocking cradle of a newborn eternity, selflessly the eaters of bad dreams and heartfelt goodbyes. The shadow death of what could have been but never was loomed over as I stood by the stair in this long broken house
and watched our sorrows murmuration into the blinking abyss
From the windows of our soul
as a new ache crossed over my heart.
Languor has its cost
And it is beautiful

— The End —