His smile was too warm upon her lips of ice
she hid behind his summertime facade
whilst basking in her own wintry demise
it was said she gave him butterflies of love
rest assured she was rife with maggots
he fell in love with a glacial corpse
smooth as glass, he slipped from the edge
blistering her rigid edges, he was too hot...
she was too cold, a mountain made of stone
frozen to the bone, The Queen of Never Ending Winter

*and he ran, never to look back

I too have been brainwashed
by the sweet perfume of flower fields
the rippling whispers upon a serene lake
the jagged mountain cliffs
the smell of untainted desert air
by the purest drinking water
brainwashed not by the power of money
which has ***** such beauty
stealing it away into corrupt corporate pockets
padding your silk lined suits
brainwash yourselves for your own travesties
line your own coffin and gravestones
yet you shall not touch mine
for I wish to die not in your elephant graveyard
of smoke and annihilation
but within my own promise land
that is my planet untouched
by your mark of death, greed and obscenities

was it not then a wish
claws within my cerebral cortex
elongate, penetrate, let loose
let go of all that is that
and then
never again to whisper inane whims
going, going, gone
what was it then?
a short Autumn day
a long Winters night

*a midsummer night's dream
it was all a dream
isn't it always?

Unto another galaxy
fractal
weaving a space-time continuum
black holes that never meet
yet always consume
forever alone
lost in the vacuum of Hell
where time meets time
and the end never ends

Spring
Is the
Time when all
The roses bloom
And when buds open
And when flowers unfurl
Their very dear sweet petals
And when cool breezes caress me
And when wisteria climbs up trees

*~Marian~