Rain

What is the chance that I would collapse and fold into nothing
The black-hole soul-scape one might become far from home
Where is home, though, I wonder- I never seem to see it
How long does my exile last, my personal diaspora?
Am I flung to the winds, and carried by chaotic systems?
Am I to never settle and forever thin among the clouds?
Perhaps one day I'll fall like rain to the earth,
And nourish.

Bones

Shadows take their toll and I collapse
The broke glass wind is singing
The cheery tiny bell-like laugh
Of a dark-fed monster grinning.

Dagger tongue, tear the flesh
The glass wind wraps around my neck
I feel the skin slough off my face
And my heart stops beating.

In the Place between places I never Wakeup
The sleep of no dreaming
"I am not my body," screams the mind
No More, am I, that twisted flesh
But dead-bones dance atop my grave.

For Steph!

WILD, TETHERED, BOUND by Stephanie Draven

What if monsters of ancient myth are made, not born? And what if you find out that you’re one of them…

Lieutenant Nick Leandros is a battle-hardened soldier who thinks he’s seen everything. But nothing prepares him for the horror he encounters in a dark, war-torn forest. The carnage fractures him–body and soul. Split into three separate men with three savage wills, he struggles to tame the cunning creatures and hold them inside.

His only hope of salvation is Dessa, a beautiful dryad who is bound to Nick by mystic forces. She alone understands what he has become, and Nick is the only man who can give her the child she needs. But the cruelest, most lustful part of him demands her submission as the price for his help. With her powers waning every day, time is running out for Dessa to save the last forests of her country…and to heal the man she’s come to love.

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Stars

It is overwhelming, that vast gulf of emptiness between a thousand points of light. And, it is not a blackness, but the color of mourning. A deep blue that borders on the black- overcomes the black- to be a deeper, darker color. And, how deep? Deeper than the Ocean? I know not, but can only hope that it is deeper than the depths of my soul. There are times, My precious Lady, when my smiles are just a memory on my face and no true reflection of myself and I pray to all the Gods in the heavens above that deepness, that dark and mourning color, is not a pale reflection of myself. And, even now, I fear those prayers will all be answered against my deepest hope. That yes, I am so hollow as the sky, with nothing and no one to fill it with me. Even this kind of feeling would be better with another. Even if miserable and dead inside, it would be with another who knows.

Too Long

Too long has it been since I last wrote here. A promise I broke to myself, that I would post once a week. I forgot you, layed you to the side- the path forgotten for meadows. That is often the way of a forgotten path, but its there when you go back. Sorry, so sorry, that I have missed you and lost you- left you to the side.

Men in Cages

Caged like animals, men get a certain look. Pacing back and forth in concrete lined boxes. In beds that are little more than planes of steel with a bit of foam on top. Its a strange thing, to see and experience it- even if from the other side. If it were I, I would run the sink night and day, I think. The sound of rushing water to calm myself- to focus on while all grew quiet and still. Painfully still in my tiny box. Nothing to do but pace.

A better me.

We all get lost at times, forget where we are. One thing I always try to remember is the fact that there is a something out there greater than myself. I won't go to name it- but whatever it is, it likes me. Everything works out for me. Every experience seems to be there for me to lay back and learn and become a better person.

Damn Cows

There is a place that flowers go
When the lights are off
When the moon is low
Closed and in dreams
My hopes aloft
Dashed by cows
Moo & Munch

Light Also.

At times it seems that sadness is eternal.
Light, also.

Rising Tumult

A soft hiss, a whisper. Unseen, hardly heard- a barely audible scream.
A slow build to a rising tumult. Growing now, into loudness and light.
Ascending to transcendent melodies the noise becomes a rhythm.
Birds chirp, sing a song of new praise for a long lost love.

Welcome Back, Oh Sun! Forever has it been since we heard your song.
Welcome Back, Oh Sky! Journey forever in azure.
Welcome Back, Oh Song!

Darkness creeps, night falls and stars exhume.
Though cold, and quiet, the cacophony of darkness is there.
Quiet cacophonic symphony.
Whispered Secrets.