CassieRose

CassieRose Dec 2012

Your Strength has shown me more
Than anyone could ever know.
Your Love is the reason I breathe.
Your Laughter is why I smile.
Mother,
You created in me a Woman I never knew existed.
A Woman I never knew you knew.
So, Mother.
You asked me if I wrote about you.
I may have never wrote a poem just for you.
But you are the reason I write.
*And that means the World to me.

CassieRose Dec 2012

For My Son.

I saw the Child dreaming.
   His flowing features glowing.
The need to hold this Child's delicate face consumed me.
And whisper,
    Take this rhyme and run-
       While you still can.
Somewhere cold and magical.
But don't forget this land.
     Your Heart is buried here
         -As-well as mine
Your mind has blossomed here.
These tears that formed you-
   So divine.
Shaped your apathy, as-well as your mind.
So don't forget this land.
   Or our buried Hearts
That cold Land was created for your depart.
But alas the Child stay comatose.
   Awaiting the day the World would End.
*Dreaming softly in his Bed.

No, I do NOT have a son.
But watching my nephew I have come to realize this is what I would want to tell mine.
Get out before you get hurt.
But considering the love for the child...you could never ask them to leave.

CassieRose Dec 2012

Justice: A Question.

Justice is Blind-
   Is it not?
For in Our World, it is an eye for an eye.
But without eyes, how do we see Justice?
   Do we not?

I believed in it once.
When crime was a foreign conspiracy;
   Not a promised truth in this world of hurt.

So if justice is Blind.
   *Are we as clueless as our dictators?

CassieRose Dec 2012

Our Thoughts.

I need my Daughter's Love.
Tell me you love me, and beat me down.
You showed me how much I need you-
And how little I deserve you.
Explain to me how long I must pray to you.
How long my debt is to be paid.
I'm on my knees, show me your face.
I know I left you, but I need you.

Father, You don't know me.
Let alone Love me.
You've been gone far too long.
I needed you to hold me.
I needed a Father's love.
I'm afraid to close my eyes.
Some nights I close my eyes and see your death.
So I wish for mine.
Turn to me.
Tell me you ever loved me

CassieRose Dec 2012

My Temple.

My arms are a tigers tail.
My body is a temple, or was.
Should be.
Though I have vandalized it.
I could not kneel before the King
And say to Him, I have done wrong.
I refused.

A swelling rage infused me.
I slashed the walls, the translucent skin of my Temple.
I chipped away at its beauty.
Now my arms are a tigers tail-
And my heart is non-existent
*My Temple Has Burned

CassieRose Dec 2012

Perhaps Hugo Had it Right..

There is a deafening inarticulateness here;
Among the Living-
Though I always anticipated the Dead would prevail.
Perhaps it is to let us think-
But do we really think here?
The Comprachicos of the psyche enable our free thought.
Bringing clemency to an abrupt and mutilated end.
Unlike Dea, we shrink from Gwynplaine's grotesque glasgow smile.
Unable to be enchanted by the spirit,
And unable to adore the soul.

CassieRose Dec 2012

But Where Is "He" Now?

I beg of you to lift me-
      High above the barricades.
To where your betrothal is not prematurely aborted, but blossoms.
The established world has its limitations.
But the existence of danger takes us beyond boundaries-
To touch the castle in the clouds.
Howbeit we may tumble about the mist at His will.
        -Our allure will cause no mercy.
For even God thought the Devil beautiful moments before He cast Him out.
Though I am no Lucifer, I am a dreamer.
And it is said-
That at one point even the Devil dreamed of his own alcazar-
       Among Him.