a fluttering weakling
Yet immortal, unextinguishable
a gentle candle, hypnotizing you in the dark

It can heal a heart, save up a life
It is an abstract work of beauty given life

It resounds in one's hearts, beats to one's heartbeat

hope
is a fighting beam of light

The glistening gleam in her eye
Knew that she needed one person
to hug her close

I was livid
You were my heaven

A haven of dark boroughs and misty dreams

Should have known
Should have known
Not to trust the
Blood-ranged words of a mortal

Should have known, much
Before
— With time to spare —
my heart froze
Lodged into iron ware

hear the waters
scream

from your happiness
flung it to the heavens
to remind you
when the cold moon shines

she stood on the stage, shivering
a harsh light awoke her
we watched the fire, ignite within her
I felt her indignant words
deep inside of me
ignited, along with her

I walked up to her
tapped her shoulder.

she turned around, surprised.
"thanks,"
I said.
"I felt that"

was a mixture of blue and green
Everything in it was frozen.

As I gazed in fascination,
the clouds moved
the seas raged
the earth shook
the hills laughed.

But the tiny sticks,
tilting in shades of
sunlight in doom, bright teal, and raven
were still as stone.

shines and snags your mind
drags it into
the world of poetry

comes the rush of a stream a'flutter
whistling floats from the warbly call of a vireo
a hoarse shriek splits the silence

rough white parchment
torn up by fine black ink
an octopus curls its legs around the deckled edges
intertwined.

in the beach in front of me
clear white sand shifted

The waves embraced the shoreline
was sent away, again and again
behooving the other

I smiled at the sight
a breeze ruffled my hair
the sun kissed my eyes
I tripped over
a half-buried shell
into my majestic artwork of sand

Laughter only colored the picturesque sight

flicker in the party's fairy lights
padded feet fumble on the wooden porch planks
stars shine in the leave-shaped ruddy strokes
A rose-leaf complexion peers over
the sugar dusted tree tops

The light I see
isn't the sun's kisses
or the dancing artificial lights
strung from post to post
on your back yard

It's the smile of a young one,
it's the bashfulness of a teen.
The wise grin of a senior
and the dancing of the willow trees.

It's in your bright, dark eyes.
Your soot-covered white shoes.
The fresh power of the season
and the heart that you unfold.

It's in everyday mysteries
riddles, histories.
The puppy from the shelter,
the sweat of a med worker.

The dying but strong gleaming eyes
of a strong lad sick in bed
no one in his family can be there
but the nurse, his senior by decades
is right next to him, close
enough for
warmth

In the drops of dew on the shards of green
the broken but perfect pottery on the swinging chair.

A white butterfly perched
on the tipping plastic cup
discarded in a field.

Light is "light", it
may depend on what we say

Stood there, in the rain
a fluttering sensation
wet hair, bright spirits

school me where oceans riff on currents
                               hum H a l l e l u j a h     over strums of harmonies
bus me[ into the Holy Word
                        the Living Word
beckon me

               I'm lost

guide me

                I'm sick, and tired

call me
                 I'm dead against these storms whiplashing the breath out of me

                 to God:
                  
                    I was lost
but now, You have found me
and founded me, an eternal place of love

I have a home, a home! A peaceful home that brims over
with celebrations and praises

A loving home that is glorifies the Lord and lacks in hate, in sin

                     my home, our home



                                 Heaven!

One eye held up to a leaf
where I see the same creases on my hand
a drop of dew collects at the tip
the green is almost blinding

stars sprinkled across
With Hope winking through the veil

His glass-shard screams punctured the pulsing fleshy *****

creaking left to right from a rope of ****** handkerchiefs

streaks of fat and juice plunked onto a dilating glimmering circle

as a gasp-like sigh echoed softly around the chamber

–

reverberating heavily within the barren, carved-out cage

It dangled further down,

frenziedly pumping pomegranate-red blood through its narrowing bloated tunnels

yet seemingly lifeless  

–

The boy retched, twisting in the air

skinny limbs flailing,

straining

swollen black veins

–

I awoke

He slumbered obliviously by my side

a opaque pool of drool collected on the crisp, white sheets

–

It was all for naught, a warning-infused dream

I looked up
my vision rimmed with tall, graceful green trees

I spun
wearing a dress of stars

the blackness only
reminded me
how bright
the stars were

But Hope shines bright

I sit numb and cold
The hard chair bites me awake
Time flew- 1:30 a.m.

why open a door
when you can open up a book?
the door, yes, can lead you somewhere
but a book can make you free

it was his silence that
ripped open the rest of the faltering stitches

of God
Crashes over me
like an eternal
infinite
ocean of waves

I look down at the water
fluffy clouds and solid trees
a glorious crystal sun and a silent pale moon
stars sprinkling their glitter across the heavens
a white butterfly flutters and blushes
my soul sings somber music
For what do we all have to do
to get that peace?

swirling green in those swirling blues

the opulent corners rotting,
pieces falling

polluted by rotting flesh and glassy shards and
swarming black hornets

the teardrop hisses from the sting, then
blackens

swish, goes the scraps into the trees
long and gone,
up to your knees

wrists twist, teeth clacks
snapping in dissonant
feelings of deepened anxiety

ropes of gum collect, spillage
springs from the lever, hurtling, slicing through the darkened sky
a second ticking post - (tiny fist smacking the dusty rusty button)

creaks of its broken joints drift in the air
"beep"
sings its sputtering e-battery, weakly
slowly, staggering
into the sleeping gathering arms of a mother
her broken form splayed crookedly within
the web of glistening pink

the vine spirals
Bound and wound about the temple’s rod
It’s dribbling a
sickly teal stream
Gurgling with spite and
mirth

Cocooned in
mystery,
Darts of birds fell on
me

Whispering one name over
And over
solidifying into a chant
Booming to the farthest barn
and swirling around
The closest farm

Children sent reeling, keeling
Onto the ***** dank floor

I can hear it now.

“The Raven King”

That foot
goes over there
Arm tilted here
Chin up, square up

Pounce, bounce
Swish, swoosh
Feet squeaks against the greasy floor

The ball drips with sweat
jostle, muscled

arms tauter than string
or rope

she reaches, dances, jumps, SCORES

twenty-FIVE    toooo    sevenTEEN
blares, the ref, roars

citizens -1, netizens - none

webbed row-by-row,
hanging from pinpoints under the sky

buildings of inky grey and black, swirls
melting across their borders

a shadow of what-if events drained away

breathless, collapse on your back
muted, lolls your head,
hear the monitor
beep...
      beep...
   beep...

kicking and cursing
from behind the glasses hung over your heavy lidded eyes

Like flower petals, only sharper
slowly, bitingly gather in my broken, open hands
I catch the shards
of dreams, hope, love, a future-
a family.
Piece it together, you'll see
my suffering.
But in the same time,
my flowers will bloom
They will become stronger
They will become fighters
They will proudly hold up the torch of hope
Until the shards become one

he was a tsundere fool
captivated, but too late-

stress filled swollen veins
worries crowd in between neurons
tight and taut- explosion

Let worship and praise of Him rebound
across the great marble halls of snow!

Underneath that coat of color
is that same blank canvas

by faith, I stand
My ID states-
a child of God