The seed of passion is a delicate creature. Water it with to much love, and it will drown. Plant it in the roots of hate, and it will shrivle. The soils of time are the perfect location, yet too much soil, and the plant becomes smotherd. Give a good man all your love, but don't become dependant on him. I believe in you, young flower. Soon enough, you will be a giant bean stalk. All you need is right in front of you; if only you' be smart about how you use it.

I posed a querry to the stone on the summit and from it I got neither bile. Nor *****.crickets chirping loudly into the night. The silenced with fright at once. Time passed through the hourglass with silty silence.

So I posed a querry. Slathered in razzleberry jam to the powers that am.
And the dedafening roar of NEVERMORE did bowl me over. So I posed another.  Smotherd in clover and lo and behold the universe expanded in deafening silence.

Alas I am left with para of noia .
Furtive. Distrustfull. Disgusted evunnn. As said snagglepus.
A wuss in sheeps clothing. Serpentine riddle. No front nor back nor side nor middle. Left wanting of truth left here to self ******.
Awww fiddle.  Hey didle didle.

The cat and the fiddle.... licking his chops
Playing all sides agin the middle

Shmaaart

Ember smotherd by coal
You cannot hope to win but still you fight
Hoping that you  can start a light
That will grow to radiate a
Purifying glow.

As if you ever stood a chance!
They pace and watch you
See you are no great danger

There was once a flicker but the sparkling dance
soon faded
As  Cold and Dark invaded ,
Still you fight so tirelessly it is hard to tell
Whether you will give up to perhaps be reborn -
Or be  strangled for your eternity by your efforts

In the labor of birth he taught her the secret of life: to ride the waves of fear and take the ebs, the crests, let go.  

She did not know the second wave of birth was yet to come.

High, strong shrills of joy echoed through the hospital, reminding the world that miracles abound.

Heart beat to heart beat they held each other bound for all time.

Both free to their singular bodies, after their nine months as one.

In the days after she reminisced about the first ultra sounds of watching his joyous twirling within. Bright with life and safe within her.

His pattern of life set to the sun quickly.  His cries of hunger were as predictable and steady as the stars crossing the 2am February skies.

All was calm in the darkness of winter. When the awe of birth settled purity shone bright, a swell arose.

The eb pulled on her.  She began to sink into darkness. Each pull telling her no measure of love could ever keep her son from hurt.

Her heart quickened, fracturing at the truth, collapsing releasing the lifetime of fear.

All she was wounded by bled into their joy.  All that she doubted since her birth crested and peaked over them. The great flood of her emotions loomed over as she held him.

She held her baby tight, heartbroken, she learned why mothers and children are smotherd and consumed in the waves of evil that await purity.

It spoke to her, she became darkness, questioning his agonies and hardships he would endure. Her spirit thin and weak, broke and all went dark.

In her last thoughts her mind looked for orientation.

She held him, looking at his light.  Bright and pure.  

"Stop shining they all see! Hide!" Her fears consumed her.

The second wave of birth, that crests in the weeks following broke. She gave up and knew she was gone.  Her own light torn into darkness.

Heart shattered, spirit broken she let go.

In her last gaze back at the world she saw his light, flickering joyous, bright and eternal.

It called to her, collected her and pulled her within his heart.

He took them through her darkness, his purity and joy, his light, holding each other as the world of darkness passed and the miracle of life eased into days and weeks and years.