"A Splash"
A stream of water weaves its way through a valley. Clumps of grass reach down to touch the blue color. It spills over the edge of a rise, sparkling and twisting. The water parts ways, carrying distant memories of the places it has come from. Its new branches lead out venturing on to new times and moments. The River, moving on the same path, hardly changing. Many choices in one route. Life.
The River knows not why. It doesn�t ask. Neither does the grass. It grows and dies from one season to the next. The wind whistles through the brush. A bird drinking on the nearby shore kicks rocks into the stream. Splash. Splash. Splash. Ripples spread out quickly, crossing and re-crossing.
A gust of wind sends the water moving faster and faster. Little pebbles at the bottom make tiny waves and rapids along the top of the water. Soon the water is spinning out of control. Little fish fight a loosing battle to move in a steady direction.
Then the wind slows down to a faint hiss. All is quiet, for a moment. Then the bird goes about rearranging his feathers to form a smooth layer of fluff. Clouds float across the sky, leisurely in their drift toward the horizon. All is calm. Once again, the stream flows through the valley, contented.
"The Rose"
There it was. In the glowing moonlight I could see it. Resting in a thick of fog grew the rose.
I touched it with delicate fingers. It felt like milk. I ran my fingers through its petals and stem. Cool liquid stuck to my fingers. As I pulled my hand out of it, some of the fog dispersed. My fingers suddenly felt warm again, and dry.
I touched one to my lip. It tasted like rainwater, cool and delectable. As it swirled around in my mouth, it seemed to expand and grow, and when I swallowed a whole rush of bright coolness and relaxation rushed through my body. I breathed a welcome sigh, and my breath was steam, warm and silver.
The rose�s petals folded together, and expanded, as if it were breathing. The fog whirled with each breath the flower took. In the changing darkness the color of the blossom changed from red to silver, to gold to rust. But the most brilliant color was yellow, like the sun.
Beautiful in every way, the rose had no smell. I put my nose between the petals, and drew in a great breath, but the flower remained odorless. The silence of the night and the stillness of the bud curled around my fingers and toes, my head and my torso.
The flower rose and extended itself to its full bloom. Its petals opened. The rose�s leaves tilted toward the moon. The fog even parted and left a misty shadow behind, illuminating the blossom in the moonlight. The thorns shimmered in the growing daylight. The whole flower burst with color, shining and glistening.
As soon as the sun came, the rose burst out with such vibrance that I was blinded by its light. Sparkles of light and color danced upon the fog, the daylight, and me. I was reeling and twirling in on myself. I breathed again and again the light, in and out. My body overjoyed with exuberance.
The spirit of the rose.
"Heart Building"
The building of my heart
Stretches
Stretches
To the sky
The minute I was born
Was when I walked in
And the door locked
In the beginning
Beginning
I only found the
Sun-kissed rooms
Of joy
Happiness
And love,
All dressed up
In pearls and lace
But later on
I started to explore
And found
Hate
Regret
Pain
And suffering
With blackened windows
So you can
Never look out
Once
Once long ago
I was stuck
Locked
In regret
And couldn't find a key
'Till a mere light
Shown through the
Window
I escaped
"Eyes"
Their eyes
Meet
Light from one
Glistens
And reflects
Off the other
And bounces
Around the room
Sparkling
Twinkling
Eyes
"Factory"
Sun setting below
The world of lies
Covering the puzzle
Of life
Hate
And broken
Factory
Filling the air
With smoke
And you ask
What does it matter?
"The Fire Inside"
The fire inside
Used to motivate
The fire inside
Used to appreciate
The fire inside
Stopped caring
The fire inside
Started in my stomach
The fire inside
Ate my neck
The fire inside
Burned by throat of speech
The fire inside
Hurt
The fire inside
If not longer there
I am nothing
"Gate"
Gate
Closed but unlocked
No one every tries
Gate
Strung wire diamonds
Keepings thoughts in
Gate
Guarding strangers
Unless they have the key
Gate
Gate
"Ifs"
If a tree could talk,
What would it say?
Would it tell the stories
Of being cut
Apples picked
And winds prevailed?
If fire was free,
What would it burn?
Would it burn hills
Forests
Scare the squirrels
And scare us?
If rainbows didn't fall,
Where would they go?
Would the sky
Swallow them up
And hoard their light?
If the world were black,
Would we see darkness?
"Knowing"
Knowing who
Is going crazy
Switching souls
Having one
Be the house
For another
In a whirlwind
Of scowls
And knowing how
To scowl back
"Lies"
If the world were lies,
Why would we speak?
The gray factory
Smashed between
Hate
And Prejudice
Fogs the world
If the world were lies,
Why would we try?
Why up the puzzle?
When the puzzle's
Broken?
If the world were lies,
Why would we live?
There would
Be no truths
To fix it
If the world were lies
"Raindrops"
Raindrops
Watch them
Fall like ice
Catch them
On your tongue
Slide them
Down your throat
One by one
Drink the cloud
Until it's gone
And the sun shines
Refresh yourself
"Regret"
Silver winds weeping
From freezing the ground
Red rain screaming
From flooding the earth
Blue cold burning
From whitening the world
Black icicles dying
From growing one more
Regret, regret
"Rooftop"
I stand of the roof
Ready to jump
Clouds of sorrow
Slide past
I soak up their rain
And think
The tree reached up
Stopped
Twisted and curled
Wanting to break
The grass grew brown
Cracked and spat
But there
In the distance
The sun rose
I leaped
"See Them"
I do see them,
but through blinded light of hunger
I do see them,
even though I don't want to
I do see them,
but they haven't seen me
"Tattered Soul"
Old posters line the walls
Strained with marks of past events
Beaten wood
Laid out on the floor
Windows creak
With keeping out the wind
Doors letting people in
Then making them leave
Wallpaper fades
As you try to put up new sheets
Drafts come in and out
Making the silence restless
Filling the humid air
That is sealed from
Life outside
Except for cracks
My soul
"Truths"
If the world were truths
In the colors of sleep
We would try to
Avoid thinking
If the world were truths
We would almost
Get hit
By the hills
That don't fall
If the world were truths
White round eggs
Would break
If the world were truths
We could never
Cover up anything
With lies
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