The chain broke and the pendant landed with a sickeningly soft creak on those hardwood floors I looked Down in shock, not knowing what else gravity had in store,
I loved that old necklace, heck I even remember when I got it, it's elder brother my old rose sword necklace had melted so I went out with some friends and bought it's replacement. A Dagger with two dragons around a red gem fit my aesthetic perfectly like a speech copied verbatim

Anyway I picked it back up and replaced the pendant back on the chain and as this weighs back on my brain I remember why I got necklaces from my travels to wear memories close to me, right above the heart
And hopefully no one will tear me and those same memories apart

Forgive me sir Edgar Allen
Poe I must write this out because it's maddening
Me to no foreseeable end
I stand here, right noe, at ravens end.

I walked outside the chamber onto the Astral plane
And saw the thoughts, scribbles and pops that amounted in crowds insane
What was in my sight by no means plain
And I stood there, contemplating at ravens end.

An ebony bird flew onto my shoulder looking out at the subconscious murmurings gathered by the pink and gooey Boulder
He crowed loudly, silencing the ideas so I could speak
I shouted to them "FELLOW CITIZENS WE MUST OVER TAKE THE PEAK!"
"WE MUST SEARCH OUT AND RECLAIM WHAT MADE US UNIQUE!"
And the raven crowed again, it seemed as if it wished to speak.

Rousing the ideas were, and creativity flowed back into my head
Reactivating circutry that was once long dead
And outside the lab where I was laid to rest
A raven flew back home to his nest
He crowed loudly, so loud that one could hear what he had to say at the neighborhood store

And so I quote the raven... nevermore

I'd **** to be on the beach right now
No cares, no worries, sand gently blowing at my brow
Looking out at the clear blue sea
With an ice cold drink in the chair next to me
A tequila Sunrise would go well as the sun sets
Eyeballing the tanlines with slim to no regrets
Oh what I'd give to be on the beach right now
Gulls crowing overhead, the beauty of nature making me whisper quietly, wow.

We're like sand castles
Glad to be built
In such a lovely place
Right by the salty tang of the sea
No one to bother
You or me
But when the water comes flowing
In and if we're built too close
Then we'll fall and crumble away
With the emotionless sea

But like a sand castle
If we're built properly
We can withstand the waves and crashes
Of the non forgiving sea

.                he sid                  
.         o un astro volá          
.       til naufragando so      
.      bre tus ex          cusas,
.     una presa                de
.    tu sinerg                     í
.   a, un nebulo
.   so intento de
.   viaje marino
.   que claudicó
.   sin más. he
.    intentado                   s
.     obrevolar                 tu
.      s estrellas              una
.       y otra vez, y nunca
.         pude. he querido,
.              si, y te he

querido,
pero no,
no he podido dejarte.

She's got soul
And debonair
A flow to her walk, and a rhythm to her personality.
She can be cold, but still care.

She's smooth and refined
Indulgent like a well made wine
A queen in commoners clothes
Bringing light wherever she goes

She's a little loud at times
And she doesn't often speak in rhyme
But we encountered each other right on time

She changed my life, that's why I wrote these lines

I've found my personal paradise
Where the water is so clear it hurts my eyes
And Good and bad can go totally undisguised
I can see the sunshine raining into my underwater home
And the rain breaching the waves
It's so oddly peaceful watching the droplets collapse and cry into the sea

Aquas, dear aquas, I'm so glad you were revealed to me.
The lack of oxygen could suffocate an ordinary mortal
But you gave me the strength to persevere
To live in n the water I hold so dear

Ink, encrypted into my skin.
The skin of life, the feel of permanence.
A subtle radiance of black art speaks to me,
comforts me,
while nestles into the truth of my existence.
Life,
speaking to me,
through a tiny script delicately carved,
into the time-lapse of light.

12/17/2015
z.r.w.

Walking into the woods
I stared at giant redwood trees
The leaves being crushed under my feet
I sat beside the wise tree and looked up into the moon
Listening to the cries of overhead flying loons
The silence was a sound itself, it was strange to hear myself think for once
I sat there reading and thinking until down went the sun,
I got up and left my small haven in the woods, returning to My meager shelter
Torches ablaze as I returned home
It calmed my inner helter-skelter