in the morrow's new dawning
more days of aging begin
they will bring those twilight years
to a final point

I will be true
If this lust
Ever finds you

Death comes in as such a grateful
& wanting thief,
as I stare at him,
in such complete wonder
& in my utter disbelief,
my heart is hanging low,
& so heavy,
weighted,
in it's endless
& painful grief,

Deep I am,
deep out in the melancholic blue
thoughts roll in again,
thoughts roll in,
as it's raining pain outside,
those thoughts roll in like thunder,
as I again,
I think of you,
a noble soul who loved us all so true,

I know you're where you need to be
out beyond the places I can see,
where you can run & play so free,

To do the things you could not do here
in fields of wheat to run with deer,
letting go,
... all earthly fears,

There's so much more that I
want to say
now that you have gone,
now that you've gone,
gone, gone,
away ,
& here on this very saddened day,

Please find peace in your brand new house,
with no more games to play
of cat and mouse,
a flickering light they came to douse,

As I try & try,
not to cry,
because it is never really is goodbye,
as again your legs can run so spry,

I know I'll see you again ,
my sweet, sweet,
sweetest friend,
this is not the beginning
& certainly not the end,
this message of prayer in folded hands,
to you, right now, I send,

As our heart you would always defend
now our hearts again must mend,

Thank you for the saving of our dear lives
& always quieting the tears that we cried
From our hands, an angel was just pried,
a tree fell silent in the forest
it fell to the floor as you died ,

I've prepared for you a mossy & earthy bed
for your eternal sleep please rest your sweet & weary head,
as living is a state of mind
and so is being dead,

As I fold my hands,
in a silent vigil & prayer,
I will always remember you,
this I can swear,
It'd be impossible to forget
a love
that was quite so rare
as your love is.

Cherie Nolan© 2016

In order to heal from death
my child,
you must mourn,
and to do so properly,
in order to deal with the pain,
you must plunge a knife,
relieving the deepest ache of loss,
death is not in vain,

Cutting the **** deeper into your chest,

As I'm still breathing,
wise one,
I say alright,

Looking down at my lungs,
taking in some necessary air,
letting go of all my useless despair,

I'm amazed to still be alive,
& hoping to just simply survive,
with such life threatening wounds,

I take one last deep breath,

I remove the beating heart,
look at it pulsing in my palm,
dripping in cardinal red blood,
staining my skin,

I pull away a hand,
& I examine the sticky fingertips,
smear it on my face,
it's my war paint
mixed in with white clay,
right along with your ashes,

I am prepared to go into battle,

I am a warrior,
I would remove my fingertips
for such an important death,
as I make distinctive markings,
on your body,
so that I can find you again,
and lie with you,
your most,
beloved,

I prepare
many,
special,
& important things,
to take with you on the long journey,

You will reach the end,
at the long fork in the Milky Way,
3 days to get there,

And as you lie out in the sweet grass hills,
to talk to the children,
or become a medicine rock,
to heal the deeply wounded,

While I sing an endless mournful song,
& cut off my beautiful hair,
bleed again,
as I cut my thighs,
with a sharp rock,

I am stomping the prairie grass flat,
dancing in circles,
to the pounding drums,
yipping into the night,

I am chasing the dead,

I attach a rope to my wounds,
swing from them,
embracing the pain,
visions given
in the implications,
as music is drumming,

I close my eyes to see the flames
shaking my hands to the dancing licks,
my feet keep moving
find the beat,
the rhythm of life,

Extract the broken parts of my mind,
as some of your essence sinks,
back into your beautiful bones,

As I travel to the edge of loneliness,
as I try to find the end of it,

All souls eventually travel East,
to this paradise,

A lonely spirit tells me,
get on your knees
ask into the deep
wail into the pain,
lean in,
feel it,
retrieve it,
begin to even believe it,

Then pound an angry drum,
dear child
relieve it,

You must,
rail against time,
as you trust,
as you fly into the night sky,
in a blinded rage
write it all down
then gently turn again,
a page,
it's alright to cry,
& no,
this is not goodbye
just break down,
get hysterical,
scream at the night,
let it out child,
howl at that moon,
ask again & again of why,
run through the house,
with no where to go,
go crazy,

& then,
once your heart is healed,
you just come back.

Cherie Nolan © 2016

As Kate and Ann
make mine gravity in Peter Pan
and giddy with **** nigh go up and
down upon his leaf

so even now at dine
ise ready for a steeplechase that really rock thine
essence whom fill or slam such gore making sure homeward
with sound of a steal magnolia only there a tower serenade

One chance
That's all I've got
One glance
To make this shot
A final stance
To change our lot
This chance is all we've got

Hundreds of years, why did this war begin?
Hundreds of blizzards, we never did win.
Unable to remember why we even fight.
This war has very long lost its sight.

Trudging against the cold, burning pierce
Of the wind; frigid, shattering, ever so fierce.
The clouds remind me with their dark, gloomy shade
These dreams were always meant to die and fade.

My friends, gilded with white in the ground they lay.
My family, colder than the ice today.
Slain by my kingdom, faster than this savage air.
Slain with golden armor, I can't believe they would even dare!

We fought so the chaos would cease!!!
Yet here I am carrying my friend! Or at least a precious piece...
The beginning of the end of our broken, little hearts.
It ends so much more quickly than it starts.

Lady Iceheart, I can't give up. I will press on.
Our sanctuary, our home. It must be won.
I'll forge the path we would never forsake,
And lay your dreams of ice in my chilling wake.

You were known as a man of few words,

Yet you spoke of a thousand advice,

You held in all the pain,

So no one can hear your cries.


It's never my intention to argue with you,

I grew up knowing more of the ill toungue,

Been taught to detest;debate and prove myself right,

Since I was very young.


I wasn't there most of the time,

But don't mistook me for seeking freedom,

Such are not within my wish,

All that was so you can be there with them.


You left-

My dream is now broken.

Its all for the love,

That I might never have shown.


In my prayers and our memories,

Is where you stay,

Because Goodbye,

Is something I could never say.


-HIY

empty
was never a feeling
until i was wasted, drugged out of my face,
incoherent;
buzzed.
the world was blurry
were you a clown or just the face of the moon?
you left me sad,
i numbed it out --
with drugs, alcohol; whatever i could get.
i loved you.. forever and always
please don't forget me,
i could never forget you
come back, i love you so

He stood there, shield in one hand and sword in the other, ready to face whatever odds would come to face him. He had been fighting for days without any sleep nor had he eaten a bite of anything. It was hot, he was sweaty.. Tired and weak.. He stood with all his might, his back facing the edge of the cliff.. His shield pulling him down.. He let it go, he did not need it anymore. His sword too. He had given up resisting... He had done enough fighting.. He leaned back and let fate decide his destiny.. He fell.. Drifting in the air with the breeze. His armor gently drifted from his body and all that was left was the bare leather of his own skin... He closed his eyes in ease.. Ready to rest for all eternity.. Weather it be for pain and suffering or heavenly glory.. He was ready.. He just wanted to do one thing with his life.. And that's leave with those he met knowing his journey, his adventures, his joys and happiness.. His sadness and his worry's.. His accomplishments and what he stood for. He wanted to leave with everyone knowing that no matter what he did or who he met or whatever choices he made.. He always cared.. He always put those before him and he was humble... Kind.. And courageous..  Even in the face of Tyranny. Or just a nemesis.. Or maybe someone he could never understand but tried to make peace with... It was time.. Goodbye.