I grabbed a hold a moonbeam
One with the perfect thickness
To write your name across the sky
With God as my only witness

Wrote your name in cursive
Out across the galaxy
Declaring my love for you to the universe
Hoping to have you declare your love for me

Purchased just enough stardust
Adding to it's highlights
A sparkling array of glitter
Shinning through the night sky

Now all the stars and planets
Circle around your wonderful name
Making you the center of my universe
From the moment I grabbed that moonbeam

Places that once had names
changed by wind and rain
and sun and shifting sands
once mapped and framed
bad lands claim
dry bones.

Desert meets sky
   and rivers run dry
and road is lost
    to all who try
to find their way
    to shining pools
of silver lies
    miraged below
forgetful skies.

Days go past in time lapsed
skies changing fast to black
to red to blue to white
and back again
to no end
in sight.

r ~ 4/7/14

Within an episode of time and space
There exists, by the grace of heavenly Father, an image
Who is given the gifts of freedom and choice
Free to live unshackled from tribulations
Binding only through decisions made
Ultimately affecting the endurance of life
However infinitesimal it may be
For each image is integrated together
As the single consciousness of a world
Living within this instance of time and space…

I burned my tongue
while looking out the window

I couldn't help but find irony
in the juxtaposition of hot
and terrible cold

I see a familiar gray figure

the notion of feeling like
your stomach is splitting in two
in the good way

but it's just my mind playing tricks on me

I wish so strongly
to find you out there in stormy weather

cold
shaking

so I could take you inside
dry you off
and hold you until
the shivering subsides

Hatred seeps through vicious eyes,
Love like a dream lost forever,
hearts forgotten together,
an ecstacy of broken sadness,
glitter trembles in minds refracted,
Broken tension forgets itself,
lost in the hands of the weary,
never safe in the caress of sin,
for poetry cannot be formed from chapped lips
your fingers ache as words relapse
breath forgets to fill your lungs
your place is gone here,
life begotten through glass shards
piercing the skin to your bones
small drops of crimson leakage
trickle from the crevices of your body,
the pain is unstable and placid
as they tear your heart out
with their bare hands....

You
Brought me
In blood and tears
You yourself but a child-
Into this world.
From a distance
You watched
As I grew.
First a whelp,
Now a wolf.
You
**** yourself
With every inhale
Of that odorless
Drug
And here I am
Helpless
Watching you die....
Just as
You watched me grow
Not long ago....

I haven’t been seen in space
and cannot be seen on faces
Because I dictate the pace in races
And stand distinct in places

Am not seen when dressed up
Neither I’m I seen on make-ups
But I’m the peace that men hold
Not what they tend to behold

Although silent, I’m heard aloud
And often I’m hidden but seen around
I’ve stayed up high as lighter
Shining only always brighter

I’m beauty not on the outside
But that right on the inside
I’m therefore beautiful,
Because I’ve got character
(c) Obukov