Orange yellow tounges climb licking
tinder dried limbs wood eating
pine bough'd circle yearned-for grasping
explode in blazing new Sun crackling

White wisp'd winter ghosts rise gently
carried north on cold winds darkly
sacrificed spirits pyre'd burn brightly
light for a New Year to shine sublimely

Red runes round ring enchanted
holy words spoke oft-repeated
flowed wine o'er horn filled sacred
Gods' graced gifts for wishes granted

cough **
I don't know which upsets me more
That I am saddened by my Self
And my life
Or the Guilt
Stemming from the Knowledge
That I have no Right
Nor Reason
To feel this way at all

I'm a King
dressed as a Beggar

Who will give me Alms?

For want of Union
What won't we do?
For mate
To conquer Flesh
To possess a Heart
What won't we do?
To climb that Tower
And leap to our Little Deaths
To Hunt
And Pray
And find Shelter in salt
What won't we do?

And Who
are We
to Ask?

Brushing by a jasmine bush
Its branch leaving a scratch on my arm
But its petals, a wonderful fragrance in my memory.

All I own is Time.
Time is all Mine.
I can spend it any way I want,
On anything I want,
Any Time I want.
Once you spend something like Money,
It becomes the possession of someone else.
But when you spend Time
It becomes lost, wasted.
That time can never be used again.
It's my choice to use as I wish.
All I own is Time.
Time is all Mine.

Some days,
I wish I were
A jellyfish.

Brainless,
Spineless,
Speechless.

Floating
Along the waves,
Through the seaweed.

Feeling everything,
Yet not caring
About a thing.

Focused
On that motion:
Push, glide.

Not getting
Anywhere important,
Just here.

That sounds nice.

I am alone
For right now.
And I do suppose
That is the way I like things to be.

Alone for a moment
Everything alone has beauty.
Yet put together,
Perfection begins.

Though people then begin to ask
That age old question.
Perfection is what,
For in what you see perfection I see destruction.

For in what you see beauty
I see nothing of the sort.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling inside
It's all wind and fire and ice
It's anger, but it's calm
It's like being underwater in stormy seas
Above me, there are crashes, screams, pain
And here I am, trying not to float up to it
Trying to hold my breath
For as long as possible
Before I have to join them
Or I'll drown

That sunset
It's turns yellow to pink to purple to blue
Then black
It's dark
No light
Then it begins all over again
Who am I to say when it will stop
Who am I to predict the day the world will stop turning
I am no one
I am nothing
I am human
I am me