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Ah, Moon—and Star!
You are very far—
But were no one
Farther than you—
Do you think I’d stop
For a Firmament—
Or a Cubit—or so?

I could borrow a Bonnet
Of the Lark—
And a Chamois’ Silver Boot—
And a stirrup of an Antelope—
And be with you—Tonight!

But, Moon, and Star,
Though you’re very far—
There is one—farther than you—
He—is more than a firmament—from Me—
So I can never go!
YOU left me on the floor
Just LEFT and slammed the door
Reassuring ME I didn't deserve more
Leaving me EMPTY in my core
YOU LEFT ME EMPTY
-EC
Damnations fire, it grows ever near,
A future so bright, becomes unclear,
Repenting my sins, hope stares on aghast,
Paying the price for crimes of past.

I am mere mortal, of weak mind and soul,
Temptation prevented me reaching my goal,
Harassed and tormented for all eternity,
My past, still it continues to haunt me.

The day will come, I know it well,
When I must stare down the hounds of hell,
Of this day, I am not scared,
For in my mind, I’m well prepared.

As child I was told I would always be forgave,
A mere lie to comfort you in your grave,
For of your soul, Satan wants his slice,
The sins of youth, an eternal price.

I see the world with honest eyes,
The crimes of man are no surprise,
Treating the planet as we do,
The very same fate awaits for you.

You may well pray for your salvation,
And of your sins ask redemption,
What would you do, and at what cost,
If you found out that all hope was lost?

My advice would be so simple, clear,
Just live your life without such fear,
Confess your sins week after week,
If that’s the solace that you seek.

Instead I’ll face my evil with a smile,
Confront it with both tact and guile,
I can’t outpace eternal rest,
For Satan wants me as his guest.

I’m not quite ready to join him yet,
He’ll continue to test, he won’t forget,
But I have five reasons to spoil his fun,
With them behind me, it’s a long time till I’m done.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
Drip Drop was the sound of the sky’s tears as they hit they the cold dead ground, With every drop came a memory of you
Slowly, vivid images resurfaced
At once your face flooded my thoughts,
Your voice  painfully stopped my breathing
I came to relish your eyes and the parading flames behind them
The art you paint and the games you play,
You are so skillfully crafted, its
Beautiful
-EC
 Apr 2016 Natasha Ivory
Maahv Z
if i were to write a history
of today's mankind
i will tell it
like a story
a fiction--people like fiction
they don't want themselves to be told
how ugly they are, sometimes
they don't want themselves to know
how cruel they are, to each other
most people
they are not bothered
of what other feel
and occasionally
and very often
people are left on their own
it doesn't matter
people are senseless
like a jeopardy
even their own existence
is a mirror of complete lie
but don't tell
it'll offend them greatly
don't try to reach out to people
and for some people
it's never enough
whereas there are people
in this world
who die out of hunger
thirst, human cruelty
let us first satiate ourselves
our greed, our appetite
nothing is enough
I'm a stranger
who wonders here and there
i don't recognize people
they judge, regardless
pointing fingers of how aimless i'm
i let myself be an aimless
looking at their gigantic ignorant feeding
this world is too big of a play
of people's games
if i were to write a history
i will form it into a story
of every mankind's state of misery
and mystic going
side by side
a
place
called
forever
and
we
only
get
there
through
never
saying
never
I sit confused in my lonely room,
An overwhelming sense of impending doom,
I see no light, sense only gloom,
Whatever it is, it’ll be here soon.

The room grows dim, the light turns dark,
Outside the dogs begin to bark,
A faint red light, an ethereal spark,
A future cold, so bleak and stark.

I sense the demons, far and near,
Salvation has no place in here,
As down my cheek slides a lonely tear,
The reaper comes for me I fear.

Death you demon, come do your worst,
My time on Earth was always cursed,
In your ways and methods, I am well versed,
Of demonic souls, you are not my first.

I’ve sat and faced the hounds of hell,
I’ve breathed upon deaths evil smell,
I’ve heard many the chime of deaths final knell,
I fear you why? Please, come, do tell.

From first I was born, I was destined to die,
You hold no fear, no question why,
Your reasons cold, your methods sly,
Those left behind, I hear their cry.

Death is release, as life is cruel,
I fear you not, I am no fool,
To you I walk, as child to school,
To fight with death, a pointless duel.

As soon as born, death waits us all,
As sure as landing awaits a fall,
As fish in net, death brings his trawl,
Yet I fear you not, I await your call.

© Cinco Espiritus Creation
i never understood his passion for it,
planning meticulously how many feet
it might take,
how much to put in the ground.
how far apart each row must be,
knowing just how much space the late-bloomers
needed, and when,
so he could remove the early ones before they were overwhelmed.
now, i understand -
when planting my first garden,
just what it was my father always did
and i took for granted.
my hands remember how,
after many long years of avoiding the work,
they remember how to plant a garden.
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