An answer to repetition;
Going down the same old dirt path?

Scatter seeds;

The view...
Will never be the same.

“ There’s No mustard…!”

I call
A dark hush… fills the hall.
A ticking clock… echoes
Your voice… does not Return.

A reminder…?!

Time… abandons
Those who lag behind.

The world moves…
Without...  a note.

A life,…
A story
Gone…
Without... read
… or wrote.

How is it…?

An end
…with so many pages
Left…

The beat of time
… is measurable.
The beat of a heart?
Timeless;

Time holds no keep;
To the binds of love...

Love a joyful prison...
No chains;
No bars;
Only Desires  compel
... and hold;

Only time, measures timelessness.

Neither skips a beat
... in the void.
Neither returns
... to an earlier state;

Only memories do...

Without bars,
Without hands
There is no end
... to reach.

Love echoes from beyond.

Oh Beloved, the years come and go… Except, I see you; You my love, are as the first moment I set eyes upon you; The touch of a instant: The sweet breath of a breeze… You…, are a spark to wings… giving rise to this spinning mayfly. You are my fire. and I dance for you. Reminiscent to the essence of The Dancing Cry Of The Soul I rise… And, … the veils fall. Eternal is the flame; Ageless to the essence of the soul. Still, in these eyes, You are my spark.

You possess such a power over me.
I embrace you within my mind and you…, you are as a soft whisper; A longing,,, in a distant dream. And, like a beacon deep in fog you steer my desire’s passions.
How I tremble from deep within... My sweet love, you possess a gift… to make still this pounding heart. You take my breath away. Beloved, you are my subsistence; You make me reach, … to want
And, I belong to you.
From impish to poetry.
Ah, my love, to the deliciously impish thoughts only you can provide;
                                                        ­                                                       Thank You
                                                             ­                                                Your Phoenix

Choices;
To live? To die?

Living;
Can choose to die?!
Dying;
No choice to live?

Breathe!
... choose differently later!

I Hear an owl outside my door
1:58pm. July 3rd. 2015
Strange thing;  
An owl, calling loud,
... on a sunny day?

See; He’s laughing!

I know;
Time for tears to roll.
Little mouse, salted to taste;

No snap! Still, dead all the same.

When a heart shatters  not all wounds heal.
Cuts; Bruises; Being taken and torn; These do…!
These heal!
Being deserted by love? The ones you love; The ones who loved you? To no-longer have the feeling to want or the ability to be loved…? Or, even to feel a touch of a hand  without dying inside?

To hold such fear of even the soft touch of your own child’s hands as he grabs onto your skirt looking for you to hold him;
Is it right?
Or safe?

To no more feel the ownership of my own skin?
To feel… guilt and blame; Shame… for being me?

At fault; … should’ve been elsewhere!?
Responsible; I couldn’t keep my world under control?

Wrong place!
Wrong time!
Things should be…
But no…!
They can’t be…

Still,…  
Fear boundaries;
Fear without a difference;
Safe or harm?!

Time doesn’t heal all; It simply reminds…

Smiles cover tears;
Laughter, pain;
Control is a myth…
But, for the memories;

Even all those good ones
… from, long, long ago;
They will always remind,
‘Do not reach…!?’

Time always reminds;
Reaching is merely
Placing of hands
Elsewhere…
On the same clock.