I shower my soul in starlight
to cleanse these marks upon it
once called indelible

I am in transit
Flowing forth in stasis,
as the cinematic pages
flicker onward through my
ever changing perspective

I am on Time's Journey
of souls
I am a mourner
of the losses
which remake us
into something whole

For I am losing
what I thought
I was
before

I am choosing
to move past
what I abhor

I am becoming more

I am emerging
bathed in light
as old as time
I am shedding
all my existential
grime

I will rise
Unbound by
these depths
of darkness

What is a whisper or a shout
when no one’s listening?

What is what is,
and what’s without,
if I’m not truly being?

What does it mean to feel,
if all that I know is but unreal,
and why does my heart sink in such loneliness?

There is no dialogue in poetry,
and for this,
I will ever wish my eyes
could produce tears.

Yet I am far too backed up
for such things to produce dribble,
nowadays.
My ducts will only respond to tragedy.

I don’t care if I’m beautiful anymore.
I don’t care if my words inspire.
I am a fallen tree,
in a forest only meant for harvest,
and the only guise of an audience herein
is carrying my destruction.

So harvest my heart for wood of the hearth,
and let me die in a blaze of glory.
Just please,
put me with my friends
when you’re ready to start your fire.

Faeries of the Forest and of Hearth,
hark; hear my cry.
To this sovereign soul, I say goodbye.
I say goodbye!
And for a time, to mend the mind,
within me, I should lie
alone but never far from home,
forever, shall I wonder why.

For loss of self, to someone else,
in time, and time I bide.
'Til therein wrought, should guile my thoughts,
to-whence my mind would fly
to coalesce with what is met
and tie to ties unworn;
as all should cover my apt discovered,
compilation sworn.

I am not stead, and nigh complete.
My life is bred, and further yet
toward, thus, another destiny,
not too discrete, and transient.

So as I hail, I herald thee:
O' Faeries of the Heightened Trees

Whose souls should soar.
Doth I implore:
take pity on sleight'd me.

Forbearing in my casts asunder
of the soul which holds my wonder.
Now I must fledge forth
for what is worth
as is my age old blunder.

Wherein the runes should speak of your awakening
Myself eclipsed; in tides of darkness, shrouded
For if my only knowing height’s forsaken me
By fate itself, my action found, is clouted

Your magick weaves a tale of legend's stature
In ire, I am besmirched by my affection
Yet, by the open skies, my heart is captured
Sewn to my soul, yore; guide, and my direction

At first, it was in solace I lamented
I'd found my home arrested, thence, herein
Yet, glowering upon thy throne, cemented
My gaze adhered to thee, my heroine

In stark decree, and vying for attention
To coalesce with thee, I seldom whisper
I nary take to me, in, for retention
As ether beckons, beguiled, am I, through fissure

Wrought unto planes ascended, everflowing
Sovereign soul of thine undoing, wild
Wherein altogether cometh, nought is growing
Though godly; Us, it still is but a child

Mine interim; thine own chagrin
To be without what is
As what is outward lies within
And all begotten, His

So cry, do I, to Mother Moon
While in the night you rise
By loneliness, pray, end me soon
Please, take me to the skies


For He, the Sun, is brightly blinding
Why, nocturnal, my life!
Thus, in the light, no sight I'm finding
Only endless strife!

Your mystery; the depth of thee
Ne'er seen before in effulgence
If thine enigma summons me
I shan't be revenant

Ineffable is that which tempts
To be beyond it all
Conceding corpor, to-when, hence
Abandoned is my droll

Music captures emotion
Unspoken cues of pure passion
in subconscious impressions
It puts a feeling to the words,
and adds that meaning
Lets you feel what was felt once before

Music touches the soul
Gives a glimpse into the essence
of another's heart

What happens when a song captures it all?
When love is found between the notes
And upon them, heavily impacted sorrow
When joy is wrought from each rising tone
And devastation in every falling sound

If a simple melody
So exquisitely and without forcefulness
Can carry itself, to empathize
With each and every man, woman, child
The only proper response is to cry

To rise alone
A conqueror of nothing
To find a home invexing there
To live without the need to be
And die to flee eternally
In bliss, untied
to needs of recognition

To mean to be
To love and leave
To sip the cup of madness
And love for letting, not

To fall again in sembalance
And re-administer defense

To regard rendered
rift and revenue

Alleviate my cinching plight
Upon the wary reigns of Nigh
Begat and spat whence
The Farrowed Slop, detrite

Squander me to recompense
I am but rinded ambiance
I fall to hithermore and prescience
Dethought me

Beauteous insurgence
of emotions from the nether realm
beget to me a sense of solidarity.

As the veil shifts
and fissures form,
my thoughts are swarming
with indulgence,

for I know the time is nigh,
and ripe with wonder.

It is the beauty of the spirit
that sparks light in life,
and time is ridden
throughout our fragile minds
as we embark upon this journey
of baited transience.

I rise up from the ashes, now,
and choose to make of myself anew;
beginning where I thought my self had ended,
and emerging,
renamed as Allbecoming.

I see Us, and smile,
for understanding is a kinship
only found when thoughts
surrender to the stars,
and all is one.

I am nought,
and return to clay,
to be remolded.

I am love, untouched,
and you are the earth
that presses against my form,
thereto unfold me.

I am lattice,
growth, and strength,
and you are all that holds me.

You are the love amiss, and now,
when I am forced to reminisce,
I know the feigned nostalgia of old-life
is but a whisper in the breeze,
incomparable to the needs
you fulfill,
without me ever having seen them as such.

Your love is blinding,
but my eyes are opening wide,
dilated, and ready to receive
the light you cast;

it blends with shadows,
and amassed,
is my only guidance
through dark dismay.

You are renegade,
and I am nomad.
You are the one
through whom my soul
should coalesce,
and form a balance.

You are mother
and child.
You will never
be forgotten.