Broken Warrior

Arrows graze; your makeup oozes like a sorrowful lava into an unknown sea of forgotten time.

Marching on; transport crackling; burrs burrow.

Escape mirages reflection on your horizon.

Heart; pumps bravery with beatz you recall dances to with a smile.

A hawk's cry forces your windows up; gazing at a legend of your make-believe.

Childhood innocence longs to regain power of your vessel to cruise with more joy than that thy felt thy possessed.

You cradle what damage remains. Trusting in the fire that lights the sky and makes grown men tremble.

Rain will fall; you will grow; you will blossom.

Why do Autumn Leaves Fall?

They pass. From one season to the next encompassing the circle.

The circle that never gives.

Everlasting, like that rock you once threw that skipped along the water; and upon ripples your dreams fogged up into some reality.

And then, stop.  The lily pad stopped it. Where frogs lie and sweep their flies.

And the end to a beginning is the fathom.

What beauty in disintegration.

What life in so called death.

What hope after a long cold winter and a lone flower blooms; her name is hope.

She lies deep within us all.

Silence is Golden

Beyond multiplicities upon layers of stringent (often) noise; lies as within green pastures and therefore beside them; a realm with peace. A fog of restraint.

Breath; stillness; what golden things are valued for or as.

A mystical essence of price, value or worth; but, get this, this is within the Kingdom where freedom reigns.

Enjoy.

Sound

Ping! you witness the chimes of endless dynasties lying in waiting upon starless nights' lovers' delight's.

Moves you to formations of mountain like crystals of dreams become reality.

Floating upon oceans of tears rowing toward your endless sunrises.

That moon flows deeper; into your soul; and captures you; now a fugitive never to be free to fly upon the wings of hearts again;

Yet; falling stars equalling wishful thinking begin to sweep into and within your heart's race toward your vision of life; and faith doth prevail.

Destiny does it's thing and you will love again.

Forgotten Fields

Forgotten field where we once gazed upon starry nights…where only grace filled creatures roam…leaving their tracks across my brokeness.

I hope as a helium balloon they will heal the wrinkles crunched in time that  are like a rampant torrent will filled storm destroying me, then the awesomeness of the light penetrates the darkness fervently in my shatteredness like a broken glass, rises hope as the fog that I can too.

Even if its just with grace.

Why are the Best not recognized as the Best?

Why champagne filled nights and starlit fantasies of fame?

Because you are the best?

Ponder the dandelion or the crow…

Do they not remain in dominance, yet you disregard them.

Survival makes champions.

The Panic of Romance

Heartbeats; drum beats leave as do the falling leaves.

As animals we panic; life will never be as delightful as before.

Our blood; that holds all our secrets veins and purges and we concentrate absolutely on love.

Our pulse indicates our fervor.

Heartache; perhaps…but we live to live.  Our imprint will not dissipate into some swamp.

But, it will lie upon a beautiful lily pad and house  the orchestra of frogs and engulf the joy of the children; our reproduction which capture and captivate them.