Watch the quill dance her Waltz
spinning from a corner to another
dressed in a brides vail of feather
her trail of sweat drawing colors on the dance floor
painting mesmerizing as her puppeteer spins her around
but when the dance is over
and she takes her bow
only the nameless trails of her effort remains
no one will know the dancer
and only the puppeteer
gets a standing ovation
while the curtain closes her away
and she is casted back
into the wooden box she was summoned from.

I wish I was stuck in a page
of an author not cruel
between romance
and the moment of linger between the confession
so he may keep me blind
for chapters I may not see
So that I the antagonist
will remain a distant
and I will never know
that this fable ends
because I need not know
if I am to fall off a cliff
and If I were I would not mind enjoying my last steps
to my execution
thinking it was a mere stroll
As people hold their hands
and the audience holds their breath
I want to be staring at a butterfly
fluttering to a flower
instead of a moth to its fire
for after all
a blindfold is a mercy and ignorance is my bliss
if like the pinch of a needle I were to be ended.

I wish I had eyes to see the sunset
I wish I had ears to hear you laugh
but I have been ridden of my life
for I am now a mere corpse
a ghost of my existence
I only hear that one lonely howl
or sob at night
and seem to look the second after
the suns last ray has shone a glimmer
that made it worthwhile.
If I sprouted wings tomorrow
then I would not fly
Oh my darling flame
instead I would fan your earthly ambers
so it would embrace me warmer.
and I would be one with the ash that once I feared

I, in time still will never be able
to explain why azure skies be melancholy
is it our eyes that grow weary
or is it the color that leaves us
the sunsets look lesser nostalgic
more scheduled to a slot
gone where the days I could sit and think
chasing a flicker a flare a silhouette
or smile for a second and sleep for a minute
when ignorance of time was an option
and not a dream or a vague memory.
and the people I loved where underrated.

if you chose to think
the unthinkable then you become
an intellectual an elite a superior
but at the cost of your clarity and sanity?
is the risk worth taking at all?
the lesser you think the lesser you are
the further you understand
the further you are from understanding
if a child must grow to one day enter
this labyrinth of eternal paradox
why must we grow to be matured ?
Why cant I remove the seed of thought that
Ignorance to the reason of why we prevail and peril
will be the true logical way of happiness.

Cradled,
by my own lullaby
I try to sing him to sleep
In the darkest depths of humanity
bound by steel and isolation
have now rusted grit by grit
the monster that lurks within
how deep is this creatures slumber
that I yet do not know
time has been his enemy
and  fear has been his soul
he settled down with knowledge
knowing he will rise again
I cannot play this game of patience
for I am about to lose
this battle against my mind

Dawn was just a dream
Dusk was just a memory
my feet were buried in the sand
and my laughter was lost to the silence
the sea was calm
and the sky was clear
I heard only a ring
a concussion, a hit
I fell as I heard
the ringing got louder
what I was
why I laughed
I forgot

the sand that buried my feet
in ignorance now it chokes me dead!
I never screamed
cuz I never knew how
I just watched the usual crash
the whip, the foam, the salt, the return

My hands are paralyzed
my breath now short
the heat of the sun
still made me shiver
a wave that rode far now comes
to bury me now and return to the sea
to tell the tale of whim-less life
a barren seed
a lifeless core

As my teeth grit in sand
I can see but I cant observe
I know but I cant be sure
my jaws ache in salt
my eyes burn like acid
my death
was slow
but it was way too soon
I slept I wept
I died in my luck

Now I hear the voice of the angels
humming the merry tune
I think the gates are open now
so why isn't anyone here?

I feel a kiss against the salt of my lips
a tender but sweetness at last
eyes that withheld the world within
and a a smile that out-burned the sun

I smiled for the first time
I hugged her and laughed
my paralysis was now withdrawn
I knew her
but I never met her
I loved her
and she will know quite soon