Where echos bound off cavern walls
Thundering, spacious water falls
Giving power to the ember furnace
Crafters work with full earnest

Our clang of metal forming metal
Our  laughter around the stew-filled kettle
Lacboring long into the night
Carrying lanterns for our light

A golden tint in the arenose air
A rich man's delight, deep in this lair
A cornucopia of jewels and stone
Picks and axes spark on the hone

Melted metals with tools of the trade
Upon the anvil are ceremoniously laid
To be shaped and formed into desires
By light of the blazing, crimson fires

Where we find sweat and danger as one
And rarely journey out into the sun
Have amity with our fellow men
And all write to loved ones with one pen

The cavern echos, the rays of gold
This ancient house of tales untold
To find this place, a costly fee
For a way of  escape will never be

Through a wall
a thrashing arch
an uneven surface
a dark white crash

Through a motion
a back twisting
a whip of hair
a surrounding of blue

Through an experience
a breaking of the surface
an awakening
a rush of new life

Through the wave
a wall
a motion
an experience

Phantom shadows crawl,
Phantom voices call,
singing in the still of night,
ringing aloud their desperate plight,
of a night drenched in dread,
of the dark tainted in red.
A wicked beast roared flame,
oh the lives it would claim,
all hope had bowed to hate,
their faith crushed under its weight.
But from ash a hero was born,
and from their ashes he had sworn,
to slay all beasts who stood in his way,
and to silence all those who would betray.
Demons and monsters he had slain,
and demons and monsters were all that remained.
Isolated by courage the hero stood alone,
a deep exhaustion settled In his bones.
For days and night he walked,
all of his emotions locked
away till morning when he found the sea,
he knew now things could not be.
In the end all he felt was grief,
no longer could the hero keep
his mask of bravery adorned on his head,
with a cry he lay undone and dead.
With his final breath he said,
“Oh my friends, my friends forgive me,
For I can go on no more.
Oh my friends _
My friends I shall soon join you,
As I slip to eternal sleep upon this shore.”

To love is to smother oneself in dismay.
It’s poking a thousand needles red hot,
Then sewing in thread and pulling it taut.
At dawn daylight would soon betray
all the night’s secrets in an explosive array.
She would leave him bleeding, shot,
and yet he still could not have fought,
even in pain he could not turn away.
He knows Love is not a kind mistress;
she is flighty and sways to passion.
To love her is to sign a warrant for death.
She loses her interest easily
for a night spurred by attraction;
she will devour you till your last breath.

And I know you’ve slipped away,
as you’re vanished from my sight;
But I will love you forever anyway.
You hold her close as you sway,
whispering sweet nothings in the night,
and I know you’ve slipped away.
My soul’s been left to decay,
my heart is squeezed too tight,
but I will love you forever anyway.
You get on one knee to say
you are hers alone tonight,
and I know you’ve slipped away.
As I lay here upon this shore today,
I have crafted my soundless plight,
But I will love you forever anyway.
So as she walks down the alleyway,
she is dressed in the purest of white.
And I know you’ve slipped away,
but I will love you forever anyway.

When your eyes touch mine,
it sends sparks through me.
Cerulean seas kiss the dirt of earth,
and my heart stutters, my resolve shudders.
Delicate, plush, pink,
Sweet contagious smile.
Canvases heat with delight,
hands travelling around the creamy canvas,
elicit with joy we embrace.
Fingers entangle within locks of hair,
twisting into soft elegant curls,
relishing in every second of this rebellious statement.
As I set my eyes unto your upturned lips,
my own reply.
The need is almost unbearable.
Knees aching, hearts sighing
head reeling you lean in.
Lips forming to one another,
curving, arching, playing,
every cell, every molecule,
desperate we cling.
My mind spoke a silent prayer,
for I prayed and I hoped.
May your lips intertwine with mine,
for forever and eternity.
May they dance in static delight,
never tiring of each others sweet taste.
However this reverie was too soon broken,
my eyes opened, taking in my lone prison.
AS I sat up I knew we could never be,
more than a young girls fantasy.

i see the matchbox girl
dressed in rags
skin transparent
veins so blue
and you're curled
unceremoniously
between heavy linens

standing on the love-lock bridge in paris
i felt the hope secured in each metal contraption
thousands upon thousands
every link of fence occupied
sharpie and custom prints
revealing the names of lovers,
dates
some present, some new
a timeline of love
efforts to have
some minute, impossible
control over fate
thinking lifeless objects
and cast away keys
will keep people together

I am winter.
You are Spring.
And you melt me.