This padded snow is seeping in.
My breath is hard and rash.
This girl has made a fool of me,
the fight was just a flash.
A glint of silver is what I see,
I move on intuition.
Perhaps I can get her to agree,
surrender as admonition.
But incendiary eyes,
are what comprise,
her unmitigated fury.
Her weapon whips,
through air and sky,
personifying her jury.
She missteps, and I imply,
gently, with my compound's eye,
the meaning of my words.

Iron chafes the ground of grass.
Her body shifts with fluent ease.
Reverent speed I can't surpass.
Her saber, bringing death's disease.

But...

She contemplates all that I've said.
My eyes are locked on savory skies.
Life and death are on a thread.
Her maxim's pact she can't defy.

My steadied hand can take the risk,
with no regard for identity,
of moving blades, as I am frisked.
Another piece of my weaponry.
Assassins grace will carry through.
Perhaps to be my remedy.
Her hidden blade makes its debut.
Restoring lost integrity.

Silence permeates rotten skies, as snow flakes hit the earth.
My limbs are feeling ragged, my breathing is overt.
Calamity is added, by the blush she can't desert.

We went out that Friday night and that surly man, we got into a fight,

Over our life and our beliefs…

When we got home you were so upset, the things he had said they made you fret, and you weren’t sure, maybe he was right, maybe there’s no god, no heavenly life,

And so I held you, as you cried…

Do you remember what I said to you? That I would prove him wrong, prove that our faith is true,

One day af-ter I’d died?

Here we are on my last day and everyone is sad but they shouldn’t be, and after the rights and eulogy,  

Just remember what we had…

For I am with him here right now, and he is standing next to me, and this holy place you would not believe,

But if you saw it you’d be glad…

It is not the end for you and me, or my sweet children and extended family, one day in light you’ll be coming back to me,

And I’ll remember what we had…

There’s a father here, there’s a trinity, a heavenly place, that you will see, so you can dry your tears my baby, in light you shall come back to me,

And everything in that book you knew, you will find out that it was true, and I’ll be waiting like the open arms of the band of stars with a Milky heart, and everything we ever knew, baby, I am still in love with you.

And that flock of blackbirds that flew right past, turned around and landed, ate-up the seed for the grass, right after you had lain that drove you mad, made you insane,

And that owl last night that hooted loud, he wouldn’t let you sleep but you did somehow, and how our favorite song was on the radio with the lyrics reinforcing everything we know, the butterfly landing on your arm, the bounty that year on your daddy’s farm, and those rumbling clouds, that coming storm, the hawk at the window standing in the rain who shocked you so that you forgot the pain,

And that windy caress that woke you up, that photo album that had just showed up, and that wedding picture upside down, and your favorite coffee cup turned around?

Baby I will show you he exists, that there’s a life beyond all of this, and no one else will break your heart can you hear the singing cardinal in our yard? And the power outage that made no sense when you asked Jesus for recompense, the neighbor’s who we never knew who gave you their condolences,

And all those quirky things that made no sense, you don’t need to ask him for his recompense, ‘cause Jesus he’s in love you, like I am, I know it’s true.

Because when you die you’re going home, to that place of God’s majestic throne, and no, you’re never truly alone as I am watching over you, our boys and our home,

Now I gave you all a life you see, a way out of the mystery, now don’t you understand?

And I gave you all the best of me, the things that make life great you see, because I had a plan.

For I loved you more than life itself and gave up my own and my health, but our god would sure agree,

That I did what’s right by my family, my wife and kids, like Noah’s three, though Jesus had a hand.

And when I died you had all there could be, and my lovely wife you cried so happily, and he was waiting there for me, no gates, no questions; just a man.

Down there you call him the glorious Christ, yet up here they feel that name ain’t very nice,

And he will bring you part of the way but you must believe I’m with you every day,

And you can feel him deep within your heart, I hear his thoughts and there’s an apple cart, you can pick any fruit you need to know anything there is in this great grand show, and there’s a garden here and a sweet fountain and I have seen all of my kin, and I am still in love with you, watching over everything you do,

Stop crying now, I’ll sit on the bed and stroke your hair and calm your head, and I’ll stick around as long as he’ll allow just feel my presence as I whisper now,

Now I gave you all the life of me, a way out of the mystery, and I’m not giving up this soon ‘cause baby you still make me swoon,

And here I am, up above, with our father and his love, and I am waiting here for you and watching over all you do,

For I loved you more than life itself, gave you my own and risked my health, and I’m up here and I’m happy and baby so should you be,

For Jesus he is here with me, my God, this place, you would not believe, in death here baby life begins, and it’s more that you could ever imagine,

Now I gave you all a life you see, a way out of the mystery, now won’t you understand?

And I gave you all the best of me, the things that make life great you see, because I had a plan.

For I loved you more than life itself and gave up my own and my health, but our god would sure agree,

That I did what’s right by my family, my wife and kids, like Noah’s three, though Jesus had a hand.

And when I died you had all there could be, and my lovely wife you cried so happily, and he was waiting there for me, no gates, no questions; just a man.

Now I’ve shown you all in life you need, a way through all its mysteries,
I did for you what I could do and baby I’m still in love with you,

And here I am, up above, with our father and his love and I am waiting here for you and watching over all you do,

Now he gave you all a life you see, a way out of the mystery, now don’t you understand?

And he gave you all the best of me, the things that make life great you see, because he has a plan.

For he loved you more than life itself and gave up his own on that Roman hill, but our god would sure agree,

That I did what’s right by my family, my wife and kids, like Noah’s three, though Jesus had a hand.

And when I died you had all there could be, and my lovely wife you cried so happily,

And he was waiting there for me, no gates, no questions; just a **man.

“Peace on earth and goodwill toward men,

HA!

What a lot of spoilt berries that is…
They’ll come around in due time, due time, due time…
Sure they will,
They will come around when they need something,
When life’s got them down,
Oh yeah, they’ll be calling out to you, you sucker…

HA!

Their hearts are what? Whatever that means,
It’s just useless with you, all trial and error but nothing after endless, endless errors?
Why won’t you just give up and concede that I have won?
I have you know…

Who?

You know-it-all who knows nothing at all about these animals,
Abounding love; a principle of heinous fish guts peppered about in a humid swamp of detritus!
You boor me so…
Peregrinating pompously and presumptuously until paused as Procrustes pontificates on my behalf!
You’re a loser, and I think, I think you know it.

Ha!

I’ll have them carve you the most magnificent sarcophagus ever seen…oh yes, it will be…
All you gotta do is lie in the bed they made for you!
Admit that I have won!

Mellitz,

"Has won…”

A boy born into royalty
Destined to rule over a great kingdom
But sent away by one with ill will for the kingdom
To be killed in a shipwreck
And leave a kingdom without their prince

But a lion pushed the boy in the wreckage to shore
Where a man stood wakeful at night
And took the boy in, giving him life
The man abused the boy in many ways
And the future ruler would leave to rule his kingdom

The boy had always wanted to go North
As if there were something good to the North
Something drawing him to the mountains and rivers
As he had northern blood flowing through his veins
So 'Onward and upward, to Narnia and the North!'

The boy fled his home on the back of a talking horse
Escaping the abusive nature of his supposed-father
To the north where he was meant to be, they fled
From the south the life he was fleeing from
His destined kingdom lying in this northern land to which he travelled

On horseback he rides in a forest
Before hearing the sounds of another horse
And then seeing the sights of another rider
Terrified the horse pulls forward
Then a wild animal gives its mighty roar

Hearing the roar of a mighty lion
The riders and horses go on running from this terror
Until they are united, together in their travels
Then the lion disappears into the mist of the forest
And the travelers, a boy and a girl, and two horses now travel to the north together

The boy stranded in the desert
Away from all things he had known
Without his horse or traveling companions
Without any water to quench his thirst
And he spends the night alone in the dark desert

There on the desert ground, terrified he laid
For behind him stood tombs of the kings of old
And to his forefront laid the desert
He imagined ghosts and ghouls that might come from the tombs
And terrified he laid, there on the desert ground

Then a kitten came to his side
The cat came und nuzzled behind the sleeping boy
It kept him warm through the cold desert night
The boy felt safe with the kitten by his side
As if no one or no thing could possibly harm him

As he slept, he heard the sound of jackals howling in the desert
The boy became fearful once he noticed the absence of the cat
Yet it was at this time that he heard the mighty roar of a lion
And the lions roar made him even more fearful than he was before
But then the howling of the jackals ceased and he was safe

He awoke again later in the night to the cat by his side
The cat comforted him in his loneliness
And kept him warm in the desert night
When it needed to, the cat became a lion and defended the boy
For the lion always wanted what was best for that boy

Then the four travelers ventured north across the desert
Racing against time, and against enemy armies
To get to the kingdom in the north on time to warn the king
But like any desert travelers, they quickly tired
And they required one final push

A lion's roar cams out of the silence of nature
And very quickly the horses sped up to leave the lion's reach
But to no avail as the lion gashed at one of the riders
The terror of the horses propelled them forward
And they made it in time to save the kingdom

The boy was reunited with his father, the king
And he himself became a king when it came high time
The boy married the girl, and became king and queen of the country in the north
For the Lion and the Kitten led them to the north, and to their salvation
Even when they did not know the Lion at all

The Lion is Jesus Christ, God Himself in the flesh
He came to save the boy, and his horse
And his wife and her horse
He came as a fierce lion to redirect
And as a kitten to comfort
He came as a lion to defend
And as a kitten to protect
Jesus Christ came to men
He came as a helpless fetus and infant
And as a small child
He came as a man to teach
And as a man to die
Jesus is fierce when needed
And gracious when needed
For He loves His children
And will not let His children stray far from Him
For much good is to come for the Children of God

In a room full of his art,
He stood as strangers admired.
There was only one subject -
The one woman on his mind.

He'd stopped time to draw her,
Living in that one second for hours or days.
He'd done it so many times
He filled the gallery with paintings of her face.

Iridescent eyes in black and white,
Blonde hair filling the canvas.
He'd seen her from every angle
And what a beautiful sight she was.

Then she was walking through the door,
Moving like air in her red dress.
She exuded the beauty and grace
That his artwork couldn't quite express.

If ever a person came out of a painting,
She was not the one.
No amount of talent and brushwork
Could captivate him like she'd done.

And his eyes did not stray now
As she bridged the space between them.
This meant he had a chance
To try and make things right again.

But he need not have apologized.
She sshed and told him, "It's okay.
This tells me so much more
Than you could ever say."

His paintings of her and only her
Were wherever they landed their eyes,
Save the window where she looked
And said, "It's snowing outside."

"Do you trust me?" he implored.
Curious, she asked, "Why?"
He said, "I need to show you something."
Then he made her close her eyes.

She trusted him - and then froze.
For he'd once again stopped time.
But then he let her into his secret world
And she couldn't believe her eyes.

Everyone they could see was still.
Even the snow floated in midair.
Everything was stopped in that second
And they were the only ones there.

They ran out in the not-falling snow,
Creating outlines with held hands.
He kissed her then, the snow like stars
And they'll decide when that second will end.

Over the many years which have passed, my mind constantly brings me back to one place
Where the strong waves crash against the heavy rocks
So powerful, whitecaps form on the waters surface
Could easily knock a grown man off his feet.
But I am secure on shore, dry and content
Blindly in love
For you are beside me where I've always envisioned you
Hand firmly wrapped, untwined with my fingers
You told me I have no reason to fear.

We sit here for a long time, in silence
Connected by our hands, our bodies lost in an unspoken moment with Mother Nature
The wind confirms it's affair with the trees, deep gusts of air blow through rustling up a wonderful sound
I become cold, involuntarily shiver.
Your arm wraps around me, and I shiver again
Just not because of the wind this time
Drawing me closer, I am with you
The birds, the lake
This is all for us
I never want to leave
Transfixed in a dimension furthest from our own

My eyes grow heavy, and I am afraid if we leave here now that things might change
I'm always weary and afraid of the unknown
You pull me to my feet and kiss me so strongly
Breaking apart you say the first spoken words in hours
"I don't know where you came from, but I am so glad you're mine".
The wind carried those words away from us
High above, under the winds of sea birds.
Across the lake, whispering
Across time.

As I sit here, in my
Cobweb covered rocking chair, miles and miles from that spot
I could've sworn I heard your voice carried with that last gust of wind
As it blew through my hair
"I don't know where you came from, but I am so glad you're mine"
Sleep overcame me,
                             And I dreamed.

Take a deep breath
As we tour the city of labors
Sit back with an understanding
Where friends keep the companies of enemies
They say it all survival
Behind the walls of your neighbors
sounds of clarity with different opinions
We all a victim of the society
Patriotism is way more expensive than betrayal
The whole society is loosing it
Who do we run to ?
It the voice of a nation in a timid tone
What we bought is a liability to destruction
Last night was the siren
What are they here for ?
Our sins against the rule of the world
We raise our shoulders high
Tormented by our past
In memories of the dark side of our story
Don’t forget the mirage lies ahead
We are never satisfied

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