Visiting HoursThe orange jumpsuit really didn't suit her complexion. But, then, they're not exactly intended to be fashion statements. The slow steps with which she moved, her lank hair and sunken cheeks weren't her either.I frowned as she took a seat across from me, "What were you thinking?" I tried to sound curious instead of judgmental.I needn't have tried. She simply lifted a shoulder listlessly, dismissing my question. "Nothing, really."Her appearance already had me so shaken, her attitude disturbed me even more, "Then why?"She lifted her eyes to meet mine, and there was such pain in their blue gray depths, so much strain that had pushed her to the breaking point, I had to look away. Shame that I hadn't seen her pain sooner filled me. Could I have helped? I had no way of knowing, but I wished I'd been able to try.Her quiet voice emphasized the hopelessness of her response, "What's it matter?"
Days 15 and 16Day 15Didn'tBroken windowIncriminating batGuilty lookAnd grass stained clothesYou glare and you yellGoing on aboutResponsibilityPlaying where stuffWon't get brokenBut, I said beforeAnd I'll say again,I DIDN'T DO IT!Day 16Stay A WhileAlways before, when I was afraid orMelancholy, you would hold my hand.I knew everything would be alright.Danger couldn't touch me, IRemember. And I rememberEverything stoppedAnd I forgot to breathe, hearing you wereMortal, like me. And you were gone.I sense your comforting presence,Nestled in your arms, everything'sGoing to be alright.
Thanks, LadyWelcome glimpsesIn the spring,Lakes of colorsDancing on the roadsideFlowing in the breeze.Lady Bird Johnson's legacyOffers this treat,Welcoming to our gazeEvery year,Returning for a distressinglyShort, but beautiful time.
Broken VowDaring the fates,Only you would make such a promiseNever one to fear what may lie ahead"There is nothing that will take me away."Gone now, despite your vow,Oblivion has taken you.
In the ShadowsWhere you fear the dark,I find it a lark.When your eyes cannot see,You will try hard to flee.Your desp'rate flight will be short,I will have the last retort.
NaPoWriMo Catch upReach (Day 9)Grand goalsTerrifyingly out of reach,Causing a paralyticLack of action.Break it down,Bit by bitIt can be done.Opinion (Day 10)Poison dribbleStaining the airOr inspirational blessingsIlluminating the dark.It could be eitherOr anything in between All dependingOn yourOpinion.Poison(Day 11>The snakeHissing into the earVenom drippingInto the brainDissolving synapsesUntil the mindIs the shapeThe whispererDesires.
Bisexual PrideYes I am biNo it does not matterEvery person is as good as the latterI love differentlyYet I think the sameMany may say it but I am not insaneIt's not a phaseor a lust for sexIt is me on the inside being myself
I. peel apart my insides reveal the insidespetal by petal I fall apart in your hands
Miyamoto Musashi's Poetrywe reconstruct the manfrom shards of paper and pottery(a shrike in inka small wooden bodhisattvaa practical treatise on swordplay)he said his only teacher was Naturewhich is a fine thing to saywhen you're good at everythingthey say he slew Ganryūwith a length of oarhe'd whittled on impulse into a swordso much for the soul of the samurai:not metal, flashing and hardpriceless and irreplaceableonly a discarded wooden sparemerging from refuseto refuse returningand perhaps his poems were the samenourished by earth and waterwhispering an answer to windburbling off towards the long seaand this is how history left himand this is how I might find him:an old man on a mountainpreparing future warriors for poetrywriting his way backinto the world that wrote himwhen he emerges from his grotto to converse with the single scarred wholeness of the moon, I steal towards his poems and brush the pages across my hands, like reaching for a damselfly at rest, to see how his b
Black Cat Amber EyeBlack coat with silken hair,The eyes bright and young in years.But what this glance is sayingIs as old as the world.The eyes almost closed,Snuggled and silent dreaming,She lies like spilled –Inwards restless, exuberant.Stretched out peaceful and easy –Gentle soul, full of happiness.I ask myself what she might intendBy her soft glance?Often, she lies around sleepingAnd after a while, she opensThe little mouth and bends the back.But everything without haste.Then, when she starts to rub gentlyAround my legs, purring –It is only up to herWhen she moves my heart.When I take her in my armsAnd look into her amber eyes,How my heart warms upAnd help me to believe in the good.Black coat with silken hair,On velvety paws slightly –We walk together year for yearUntil our journey will have come to an end.And when once you will leave me, my purring companion,So, I cover you tenderly with love.And I think of you fondly what enlightens my spirit:Re
.dead flies scatterthe windowsill, theirbodies shrivelled anddried by the suni mourn the spider,hung with his own web
DragonsDragons.Some say they never were,And were birthed from imagination.The same say that fantasyIs the realm of children and the insane.To believe in the magical,the mythical,And the fantasticIs to be as a child or a madman.I am neither and I believe in dragons.The majestic Lords of skieBorn of fire.In an averie of flamesThe eggs lieWarmed by mothers breath.Emerging weak and hungry,Parchment wingsUnfurl for the first time.Infant singsFor mothers attention.Noble, proud and powerfulLords of the skieReach the very stars withA thermal sighAnd one thunderous wingbeat.Upon the winds they soarSwooping, divingBreaking free from earths hold.StrivingHigher, faster, beyond the limits.All nations praise themEmblems adornedAnd they do not exist?Scorned!Fools, they are about you!Dragon, Wyvern, firedrakeBlack, white, blue, redThe old bronzeThe nobel silverThe regal goldThe death dragonThe luck dragonDragons! Live breath fire and flameMighty in body, glory in na
Bright ShadowBright shadow,Edged in goldAnd green.The entire cycleIn one simple view.