Another day falling
from the crack of yesterday,

a patch of pearl
burning in the amber west
flaring up heaven
firing me up
in the pains of solitude
and poetry.

Home beckons through a dark way
where hope breathes eternal
as lanterns of moonlit leaves.

I won't mourn the loss
but fill all the void
with paper and ink.

I want to break free of your hold
but then I feel you sedate me.
You watch as my heart stutters and folds,
I feel you overtake me.

I fear they will not know what this means,
they'll keep me under their sockets,
barely worth trespassing into their dreams,
I'll learn to keep you in a locket.

I fear falling quiet;
have the years not taught me?
I fear your bipolar climate;
one day you'll strangle me,
I'll stutter through your riot
and starve you with the waves of the sea.

By Arcassin Burnham

......And I'm like why you gotta be so
Cold,
being completely open don't make you
Soft at all in the sequences that we follow,
I'm hallow,
To the way you speak the way I speak,
why you gotta be so cold,
Im just trying to make a mends so in
The after life I would be judged as an adventurous
good fellow,
I would not wanna waste your time,
You're  just out of line,
and I'm like why you gotta be so cold.

/

I have to praise you like I should,
Love you like I should,
Bring the ocean and the stars to your location
Like I should,
creative mountains of our futures together,
Bleeding out bliss and collecting
Photos of our past life in which we escaped
At a young age,
Forgetting the eternal struggle,
We've learn to love without hate,
We've learn to go forward,
We've learn to make the best
Of this,
We've come along way.

Hour of terse movement and ambiguity
Gales rushing to secure their invisible voids
Anchored Goliaths pressure their manacles in turbulent , leaf -
revealed vortices , white feather cirrus highlight the blue crown of
Mother Earth as Elven cool day chant and witchcraft mock
the dying salvos of Lord Summer* ..

Our wind chimes sound like loose -
change jingling in Granpa's britches
He's coming in the door from a day at Scott -
Lake with a wry comment on Bluegill fishing
Every time the wind blows at the house I'm wishing
that I could be with him for just a smidgen* ...

Fish on stringers begged for their lives
Rattlesnakes came under the front door to hide
Rottweilers growled at the foot of my bed
Blood flowed from the bottom of garbage cans
I was in a firefight from every direction
Impaled by a nurses syringe with fire ants jumping
out of the needle
Closed my eyes to die but kept returning
Faces shot out of walls screaming " burn him*" ...

Never give up
Continue to be persistent
Believe that you can
Have confidence and be consistent
Keep pressing forward
And give it your best
Think positive thoughts
And strive for excellence