Would you now go spitefully hating the sun
Or go viciously plundering pretty flower beds
Or go crushing underfoot, fall leaves in contempt
Or turn gently  into the fresh fold of snow?

Come, come, dear child, hold out thy hands
Let me gently embrace thy spindly frame
And divest thee of thy onerous cloak
For thou art at journey's end; thy vessel awaits repose.

If I told you which season you'd die in
Would you relent with ease, when the hour falls upon you?
Should you know I'm not as fearsome as most believe
Could you surrender the lent Light I must return?

You already know the answer without knowing
For it is not how you look, but how you look!
You no longer remember, it's been so long
So, I ask it plain: Would you really want to know?

You are not just a spoke on the wheel of Life
Which needs to, as the seasons, turn resolute
Yet you pass through them all, simultaneously
Save, your linear faculties confine your esoteric bridge.

Take joy in aestival airs, the apex of fruition
Springtime soil so easily squandered, bear in mind
Access  introspective glimpses with  hiemal hibernation
Autumnal foliage is but a screen, time to get real!

You cannot have the sunshine without the rain
Nor expect fine blossoms without fair travail
Seek thus the true bounty bedecked in full view
If you had but the seer's eyeless sight, dear guest.

As you travelled from one season to another
Did you live fully, even in between them?
Yes, the tiny labyrinth-passages you overlooked
Time to exact the price now run overdue.

Too attached you are to world and kin
For none of these, can you take with you
But beneficial acts and and good intent
Cosmic trick of genes is cecity delivered.

The one whose life you may regard so worthless
Retains a level which allows his soul to pass through
The eye of a needle, not measured in numbers
Hoist your soul on, tilt your core... I carry you home

So, come, wayworn traveller, hold out thy hands
Let me tenderly close thy brief visit here
And divest thee of thy onerous cloak, prithee
For thou art at journey's end; thy vessel awaits repose.



Star Toucher, 24 March 2013

...Heartless
lost and demented
Victims of the cry
It transcends
confusion
magic and faith
Blinded and abused
there's malice in every tear
and the scent of rust
wraps the soul
Hatred is a
quicksand...
Getting deeper and
the world dances with
chaos beneath the
crescent moon
Satisfaction
but it never satisfies the
hunger
So the innocent suffers
as it never gets lighter when
it gets
darker...

Flick, the lighter sounded as the dark room became light.
She knew she would die that day, she couldn't even fight.
One by one the flames engulfed the air around.
She dropped to her knees before the smoke reached the ground.
He has come to **** her, the one with the dark eyes.
He told her that he loved her, but he only spoke in lies.
Her life was slowly ending, but she had just one more chance.
The open window in the back, she saw with just one glance.
She tried to run to save her.
But the blanket of flames forbade her.
This was it, her final breath.
There was no stopping this sudden death.
As the flames raced through her, there was nothing she could do.
She prayed she was a Phoenix, fire bringing something new.
The walls around her fell, there was but one thing to say.
"I'll always and forever love you, even when I pass away.