The tree’s stretch over my head

Reaching ever higher towards the sky,

Eternal sentinels standing watch.

Voiceless and silent they remain as

Orange twilights crests the night

Rushing to day’s end.

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Unrelenting

For I am death

The destroyer of worlds

The death of the mind

Strangled and starved

Burned by my own hand

By my own desire

Locked in infinite cycles

Unrelenting

Indifferent

For I am life

The creator of worlds

The birth of new ideas

Nourished and flourished

Grown by my own hand

By my own will

Ever changing in cycles

Unrelenting

Unstoppable

For I am human

The great destroyer and creator

Trapped between life and death

By fate’s illusion and will’s fallacy

Watching cycles fall apart

Unrelenting
Human

Illusions

as we walk shrouded in white fog
with diverging hearts and minds
we whisper lies to each other.

the wide river besides us rises up
as if to cleanse our mortal fallacies,
but is lost to our blinded eyes.

for it is in the valley of spears we
walk without shoes while bleeding
from unfeeling feet.

hidden doth the truth stay
for it is not truth we wish for
but our own delusions of reality.

Protection

The Darkness comes

as the day fades away.

We bind the light to

circles of stone,

keeping the shadows at bay.

Cloaked in twilight’s decay

we huddle close for warmth.

In the face of the black of night

we forge our bonds ever tighter.

Letting the embers of hope

Ignite our dreams to push

through the night.

The Abyss

I who walk alone

on this path called fate,

stop and stare at my neighbors

forever out of reach and

just beyond my finger tips

stretches the abyss.

How silently they tread

as if they were only

a trick of light and mind.

Where does one go

when there is no where

left to tread, when by

rain and storm all roads

disappear without a trace.

When the light is lost

can I hold the candle

and be the torch bearer?

Or is the darkness merely

A trick of light and mind?

Thoughts of the day

There is no sky, no it does not exist. There are only the stars and dreams above us.

Deep in my heart there are fields of snow.

It falls like tears from the cloudy skies above, it thunders upon the ground, the delicate sound of life.

We who are not the endless, we who are not the eternal are but the flowers on the precipice, reaching to the endless sky above.

Dancing

and so the music played
while we spun in circles on
the earth covered floor

laughter and joy radiating
with every step we take
into midnight dawn

the fire sparks and
explodes into nova’s
of light that dazzle our
eyes

rhythm and beat
driving our lives like
the flow of blood
in our veins.

forever twirling
and spinning a
as the pearl white
moon sways in the
night

Crimson Shame

with our red dyed hands we
try to wash out our sins,
only to find that, though
gone from our hands, before
our sightless eyes we are still
stained as though freshly spilled,

we stand accused in public’s domain,
crucified not by judge nor jury but
by the weight of our perceived crimes,
they ignore our pleas and play in
ignorance to abstain from our
silent anguish and bloodied hands

in name we cry for absolution
but deny ourselves its blessing,
is it not the fault of this accursed
world, for is not they who created
us and they who would have us bear
this crimson shame

alas,
I fear that I am the only one to blame.

New Beginnings

Though we lose our ways in the forest
Our bonds will hold us to our course
Never fear the unknown for you are
Never truly alone.