Queen of the ember
so deep with in her
fighting off winter
yet none of us remember
what the winter really is

Just like west like
death like dying
cool disease.

You could hear her crying
it rolls up off the seas

Mothers hair grows in many shades of green
Natures course is an ever changing sheen

Prismic
how the father loves the mother
Prismic
How the light changes the weather...

Typically I stay quiet
in times of stress I would
rather just silence myself than deal with
the impending doom of attempting
to grasp what was going on
and exactly what needs to be done.
Numb to the entire world as long as
I need to make a decision.

And Indecisive is an understatement
as i fade to black blankness
as if my existance slips out from under me
and suddenly
I am no mind
No body.
Gone from this world
and I can hear your voice begging me
for thoughts of closure
like microphones made of paper
submerged in honey
echo and muffle
wom wom wom wom

Who am i,
I know nothing,
You need me now in this moment and for some reason
I can't conjure a single thought...

But im learning
to say
I love you when your lonely
and distancing your self from me
and I'm realizing you need
some one to steady you
with word from mouth
and food for thought
because your the same as me
and you just shut off from everything.

Your skittish glances weren't what made me love you
Nor your tendencies to suppress your true happiness
It wasn't the panic you exhibit in times of stress
nor your inability to trust me..
No, Your walls were not the beauty that en-captured me.

but instead those small glances at what laid beneath
what truly was an ugly damaged terrain.

You weren't something any one needed
But you used to be, and you could be once again.

If some one could just persuade you
into letting down that ugly armour.
Those ugly insecurities
those ugly thoughts you used
to cover such shining beauty.

If some one could get you to come out and play
once more, then i knew that i would love you
And i was so heavily inspired by those gleaming smiles
that you dropped for just a second on my presence
and then relinquished.
I was enamored by those short but true laughs
you quickly stifled back down your throat afraid of being to loud. Or to happy.

And those are what i staid for.

My phone rang.
"layney, your uncle tim died"

I was blank at first
then i sighed.

Thats ****** up..
was all I could say
Died this morning
it happened to day.

And he went to sleep just like any other night
But this morning when the sun made light
His body laid still and his skin grew cold
His mind had left, his time had gotten old.

And i distanced myself from him and every one else
before all this happened and now what is felt
is lost opportunity no room for more
Lost personality and hearts are torn.

And I have heard his voice a thousand times before

"uncle tim's little girl"

And i know it was so long ago,
but still he was here
and now that hes not
I cant hold back my tears.

There was a bird flying
to and fro
from me to you
and her to him.
From every one
to every where.

Showing care showing care.

This bird flew for ever
it always had
its always been.

But i haven't seen it for a while
I noticed I hadn't seen any one smile.

i wondered where it could of gone.

Hopefully it'd be back by dawn

Serendipity was ugly until the very end
I didn't feel lucky.
I knew the world would work for me
but brutally I thought.
Hard ship and pain surely were
the price I'd pay if i ever wanted
to be happy one day.

But then you were thrown in front of me
and I could only stutter
as I realized God had cast
this angel down before me...

And I thanked the heavens for
sacrificing such beauty to me
and I wondered
why i deserved such offerings.

But our steps fell in rhythm

Lastly, no one cares for your speech.
Nor your expression of any kind.
and Keep with in you a pride
in simply expressing
not pride in being received.
Keeping with in you desire
to know yourself
not desire in being known.