My favourite moment with you,
the ones I will always remember
is when we were dying,
fighting so hard to stay alive, to stay together.
I was crying. Not for my life. For yours.
Your eyes were closing.
"Keep them open, " I recall pleading
You were smiling. Your mouth was bleeding.
"Lets make this one count." You replied.
And I tasted the blood on your lips,
the same blood that flowed from your heart.

You may ask why this is my favourite moment of us.
Simply because I knew in that fragment of time
Your wish came true. As did mine.

They say connections prosper
when death leers into your eyes
There is nothing can tear us apart,
bleed us, defeat us
Together our spirits can never truly die,
Mine will soon be at your side.

I will never forget the day we died.
It was the day I saw your real smile
and the day of my very first kiss.
We did not leave our bodies in vain.
We left them fulfilled with hope & bliss
God promised our vessels will never rot.
As we rose forever to the sky,
witnessed the Heavens crying rain.
For us. Joyful tears.

The vessels we left became seeds
Intertwined,
to one day birth a magnificent tree.

Remember when we were dying?
It was my favourite moment on earth.

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.

Side effects may include:
dizziness
madness
insomnia
drowsiness

I've had it with this.

I just want to be me.
Naturally.

No prescriptions.
No drug addictions.

I am not my own,
but can I at least have some control?

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

She still wants to be skinny.
She still cannot love.
She still cannot see.
She still is her own bully.

She still cries.

Still.
Even after all this time.

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

What her heart wants
she cannot have.

What her heart needs
she does not understand.

Why her heart beats
for one who never speaks,
but only in her dreams
she cannot say.

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.

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

Let them drop
like a drop of honey.

Salty instead of sweet.

Maybe if I drink these tears
I can understand.
If I can taste these tears,
will they give me a reason?

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.

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

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.

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

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

Your thin curly moustache,
makes me smile.

You must make a lot of people smile.
with the music you create
on the side walk
outside the art gallery.

You sway with passion in every note.
despite the biting wind,
you are joyful
thrice you winked at me.

Please come back
violin man.
We never spoke with words,
we could be friends.

I wish I knew your name.

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