Eno 19h

I can see the creation of kingdoms in your eyes
The foundations of cities rising
Rivers running late into the night,
Suns setting and
Suns soaring
Streaking the sky
Pastel wallpaper
Stripped away
Revealing behind  
Sentimental pencil marks
The measurements of the kids
When they were growing up
It’s all there in your smile
So coy
And quietly charming
Draws in an army
Of wildly willing
Subservient soldiers
Loyal in my heart
But rightfully hidden
From a king who desires
Anything but worship

F

Infatuation is transparent red.
It sounds like the quickened pace of a fox in the forest
It tastes like metallic blood pumping in the back of your throat
It smells like three week old lilacs
Infatuation feels like burrs stuck in the sleeves of your tattered wool sweater.

Sara Mares Jan 7

If you look, you'll find me
I'm there
Between the darkness of night and first light
Of sunrise
Where the air is cool and still
And dew drops cling to blades of grass like babes to their mothers
Before the earth sighs at the birth of a new day
But after she opens her eyes, ready and waiting
I am there
Frozen in anticipation
Swimming laps in silent lakes of glass
Riding the lazy breeze through resting trees, and the birds whose songs sit dormant
Find me
My fingertips search time and space for you, reaching
I might brush past you, like the grass against your ankle
I may never see you
Two shooting stars, galaxies apart
But I feel you
In my stillness there is chaos
Confined, contained
There I find you
A hurricane in a glass bottle
The electric current surging through my heart and the silence between beats
Its your love that beckons the new day
It calls the earth to exhale, relieved
Your voice like the rich and fertile soil, it nourishes me
I am growing in your embrace
Blooming
But
Without you, here I am
If you look, you'll find me
Somewhere in between, searching for you

Wolf Towne Jan 3

The swirling jewel that is the ocean crawls up the beach before me. A magnificent beast to behold, it is frightening, yet calming in its majesty.

Like silk, soft sand runs through my fingers and over my feet. Waves collide in my ears. The scent of salty, sun dried palm fills my lungs.

A hermit crab the size of a penny approaches and takes a seat before me. After a short break it saunters off leaving a ribbon in the sand behind it extending for what seems like miles.

Warmth engulfs me and awakens me from my day dream as it slips past a dense cloud. Reflecting on the shimmering ocean are past lives I’ve reveled and regretted. I hear laughter and crying. I feel pain and joy.

I gaze up to witness the sun. The omnipotent star floats just above its destination. As it descends towards the water, and the shadows on land stretch away from it, I sit and watch the colors change.

A painting develops on the grand theater of the sky, and brushstrokes of blue are transformed to purples. Intense yellow marks blaze a deep orange but never stop changing as the brush dips into the ocean.

Breathing slowly guides my way forth. A feeling ignites within me and grows with each breath exhaled. This flame silences the demons and I can feel their presence cease. Not all of them can be vanquished, but I know that with time on this beach I will heal.

Wolf Towne Jan 2

Tonight, laughing faces fill the beach
Celebration and champagne fill the air
And a ceiling of clouds hangs over their heads
Natural flame scattered along pulls groups forth

And as the flames licked the faces with an orange glow
Mid night approached
The crashing of waves vibrated below tones inspiring dance
Alcohol and smoke electrified the crowds
Energizing an early morning

And a profound moment
I sit and watch a gentle soul darn a circle of candles
Soft flames danced about the ring
Praying softly to the heavens the woman drew in the sand
And overhead a hole is punched through the lofty blanket
As it passes, pinholes of light begin to open across the night sky
And as the year wanes a full moon is revealed in all its glory
Illuminating our stretch of sand with is pale gaze
The Great White Mage collected her lights and disappeared

And this experience
Reminds me of a spirit so pure
And so dear to me
Of my love for her
And her otherworldliness
Of her teachings
And her wisdom

Two-thousand seventeen comes to conclusion
A cheer erupts from the fires and we shoot it towards the sky
And the moon returns to its slumber
The new year is welcomed with dance and laughter

This morning we celebrate our achievements of the previous year
And the opportunities presented to us all
We are thankful for moments that aroused growth
And give love to the people we care most about
The glee is immortal, and the fires never fade
Until the light of the flames are weakened by the rising sun
Marking the beginning of a chapter
Written by each of us

This is a true story, I wrote it I observed the year change on the beach.
Wolf Towne Jan 4

The love of my life.
O – how do I miss you.
And your round inquisitive blue eyes.
And the gold frame of locks around your porcelain face.

Hundreds of miles separate us.
But our conversation brings me to your side.
When we questioned the cosmos,
And contemplated unearthly realms.

Life was eroding,
I took steps in the wrong direction.
Perhaps if I stayed, you would have fixed me.

Our time together was short.
But our story is never-ending.

My heart yearns for you, O' Georgia.
And the art on your skin.
And the geography of your body.

My mind wanders to a time where we reunite.
And a time where I never leave.
Could they be the same?

Wolf Towne Dec 2017

The swirling jewel that is the ocean crawls up the beach before me. A magnificent beast to behold, it is frightening, yet calming in its majesty.

Like silk, soft sand runs through my fingers and over my feet. Waves collide in my ears. The scent of salty, sun dried palm fills my lungs.

A hermit crab the size of a penny approaches and takes a seat before me. After a short break it saunters off leaving a ribbon in the sand behind it extending for what seems like miles.

Warmth engulfs me and awakens me from my day dream as it slips past a dense cloud. Reflecting on the shimmering ocean are past lives I’ve reveled and regretted. I hear laughter and crying. I feel pain and joy.

I gaze up to witness the sun. The omnipotent star floats just above its destination. As it descends towards the water, and the shadows on land stretch away from it, I sit and watch the colors change.

A painting develops on the grand theater of the sky, and brushstrokes of blue are transformed to purples. Intense yellow marks blaze a deep orange but never stop changing as the brush dips into the ocean.

Breathing slowly guides my way forth. A feeling ignites within me and grows with each breath exhaled. This flame silences the demons and I can feel their presence cease. Not all of them can be vanquished, but I know that with time on this beach I will heal.

Captain G Dec 2017

We tremble when our favorite team loses,
Or cheer when we see them win.
But its our lucky charms and their uses,
That keep the goosebumps possible on our skin.

Warriors with their totems, chants, and prayers,
Found hope in small possessions.
It pushes them forwards because its theirs,
The luck gives them joyful expressions.

Now for me, I don't find comfort in the moon,
Nor do the stars in the sky grant me glorious power.
Only now have I found my favorite tune,
And it turns out to be a small, little flower.

"Luck isn't real, and never will be",
I'd tell myself, when others had success.
But now, I know the truth and would have to agree,
My lucky charm is you, and I wouldn't have ever guessed.

You turn me around when I go the wrong direction,
Treat me more honestly than anyone would.
I'm overwhelmed when I wake up to hear your affection,
Making me feel honored, as if a man in knighthood.

Four paragraphs doesn't do you justice, but it's better to stop,
And save more for later, since we're both horrid at goodbyes.
Hope you had a good sleep, and don't need one more cough drop.
I love illustrations and imagery, so here's one for the sunrise.

You're the prize at the bottom of a cereal box,
As rare as an alien from outer space.
Independent, beautiful, and as graceful as a fox,
And to my deck of cards, you' are the ace.

Sarah Dec 2017

Your life is permanently etched onto your skin,
as faded colors melting like heated wax.

You're not who you are because of the markings,
the ink represents what you believe in.

The blank,
flesh canvas was provided to show off your art,
your story,
the life you have lived.

Written 12/22/2017
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