Oh sweet twilight death
There is no absence of love
Not even in the darkest place,
A kiss of warfare
Did not stop my bride,
My beautiful maiden,
A haunting symphony
Dances on the foul wind
This wedding melody
Has been twisted so sweetly
By the twilight death
How can something so wonderful
Exist in such destruction?
Blossoms of blood,
Flowers of gore,
Beauty and the beast,
It is not a mere fairy tale.
Love leaves entrails of fear
Hope buries the carcass
My lovely bride,
Her eyes like starlight
Glisten in comparison
To the constellations
They too dwell in a dark place
Light that will never fade
Her skin like pearls
Pure despite the filth
Despite this broken earth
Oh sweet twilight death
Even in this hour of demise,
Love is burning brightly
Love cannot decay

Silent when I want to speak.
Crying when I want to laugh.
Alone when I want to embrace.

No,
I cannot utter the smallest sound.
And that is all it takes...

Stop treating your mind like a diaper
You're always changing it.

And I've had it with this ****.

She is restlessly gathering feathers
This child wants to fly more than ever

Our bodies were not made for the skies
They told her over and over

Refusing to believe,
she continued to dream,
even as she grew older.

Yes. It might be love.
But maybe just infatuation.
It might be the chemistry.
But I get lost in a fantasy.
Too far to pursue.
Too much risk perhaps.
Yes. It might already be over.
But maybe it's only beginning.
Yes. I know I will see you again.
But what happens then?

Breathe in.
Breathe out.

You're alive.
You're awake.

Breathing feels good.

Your blood is moving
The rhythm of your soul!
Embrace it!

Smile at strangers.
Smile at the mirror.

Today,
Tomorrow,
& Tonight, I will win a battle.

If you can breathe,
and find a reason to smile,
may you win many battles.

I am your ally.
I will tell you
of the greatest gift,
of the greatest power,
of the greatest weapon,
this world has ever known,

if you ask me


Breathe in.
Breathe out.

I'm almost always uncomfortable.

I said.

She told me to just pretend.

Pretend you are comfortable,
with who you are
with what you see
It will take some time
but you will learn and love
who you are meant to be.

I love you to pieces.

She tells me constantly.
I love you too
even if it doesn't pass these lips.
In my heart, I know
you are my best friend
and I'd be nowhere
if you and I were alike.

I love you more then any other on this planet.
and I will pretend for you,
so that I may grow to love me too.

Let the cold winds greet you
with a gentle bite on your rosy face
The spirit of winter means no harm
Listen to the Serenade of Winter
To not only hear,
rather to see the beauty she hides
behind the blinding white veil
For when the sun shines these short hours
A frozen wonderland is brought forth
Bathe in the cool Winter light
This wonderful Serenade comes and goes
like the day and the night.
Every year a new song is composed.

Whether the heavens cry
or shine brightly
whether the seas roar
of if they gently lick the shore
she will be there
dancing,
dancing her sorrows away.

As long as her heart beats
As long as she has reason
she will never stop
dancing her demons away.

A twilight palette
flowing like water
towering like mountains
breathing like ice

They came to be.
Some stay and make a home of this heart
Others go,
and fade away like the clouds.
Secrets. Thoughts. Memories.
One in particular came to be
this isolate night.
I cannot tell if it is good
blooming in hope,
or bad,
in its very existence.
For it is a wish of a moribund life,
only so that this heart
can truly learn how to beat
to the rhythm of His will.

Nobody wants to be
the first to say I miss you
You do.
I know in my heart  you do.
Say it.
But I know in my heart
you won't.

Once the sun,
now the moon.

A flower that refuses to die.

Something is always the influence
How do we know if...
we are
truly
original?

And my Father spoke to me.

No mind is fashioned alike
No palm is moulded the same
No fingerprint identifies with another

You are my Masterpiece.
You are my original.
You were created
so you too,
may create...

but never forget
the One who fashioned
your original mind.

Don't you know
it is always Me,
giving you
the influence you always seek?

I wish I was someone I am not
or ever will be.

I am so sorry for doubting
this masterpiece
a painting unfinished.
unable to fully see.

I am so sorry.

The Earth.
A gift. A precious gift.
Why do we treat it so harshly
or rather neglect the Artist?
The world.
It meant for us to cherish. to protect. to change.
The world is yours,
yours to see
yours to smell
yours to taste
yours to hear
yours to touch
Your time on the earth is precious.
Why invest trying to blend into the world,
to become a part of it?
Listen children,
you were born to stand out.
You have wings.
Solid ground beneath your feet
is where you feel comfort.
You've forgotten,
You have wings!
Time is precious,
yet there is a time for everything.
It's up to you to divide
Just remember,
You were born with wings.
You were born to protect. to change. to cherish.
But most of all,
to LOVE.



Miah, daughter of the Artist

It lingers in my heart
Sing me a song,
sing sadness away

As I am now.
I don't miss you.

who you were then.
You played with my heart.

Just one day.
You took away so much time...

I would go back.
Why do you want to go back?

To feel alive again.

You will only get hurt.

I know.

My sweet darkness,
My twilight,
My home.
When will I return?
I long to escape this light
where I am nothing more than his shadow.
I am nothing here…
Nothing.
And she looked at me with such grace.
Such mercy…
This world is not hopeless it seems.

You rise
and the shadows run and hide
they linger behind us in fear
this is a time of the light;
a time to delight
in all things brought to life
by the glory of the Great Star.
When you sleep,
your friends of lesser light
guide our way
You never leave us
You never forsake us
Even when the shadows
come out to tease and play.
You make the darkness
a place to survive
as long as we believe
Your light always shines.
And soon its time again,
You rise.

*And so do I.

There is a river is flowing
where no eye has seen
and no hand has touched

You might say it does not exist

I believe it does.

Not far from the river
in a forest rich and lush of green
lives a particular tree
thick and tall it towers all
roots grow deep in the blessed earth
under the mountains they stretch
even under the river,
which helps it flow.  

This tree, like the river,
no eyes have seen.
no hands have touched.

Other then mine.

You say it does not exist.

Watch as I bring them to life.

Follow the bird
follow it deep into the twisting trees
a forest so vast
like a sister to the seas

There a secret lies
Lost in the ages and memories of man
Follow the bird
You will understand

All the answers lost
and stories beyond imagination
A light will shine
On the uncharted nation