Mourning Innocence

Cloaked in ebony

Fingers locked in fingers

Intertwined like my story

In an ever-flowing river

The stars; they hid their face

The clouds darkened ever still

As I stumbled and fumbled

Wishing my way by fiery will

Mourning my dear young one

Not chafed or scarred by ruins;

Not acquainted with the sorrows of tomorrow's

That gather at the evening well..

Yesterday has killed her,

Sparkling eyes and all..

Not a gist of her remains

Her spark has faded in the whipping wind

When her sentinel faltered,

Fallen at the fate of distraction;

The enemy stormed in

Determined for blood

and victory to win.

He took her in his grasp,

In a flash torn from me..

Enrobed in ebony I stand

Until the stars shine forth again

Fingers locked in fingers

Prayer is all that's left of me

Forevermore Alone I roam

Until He brings her home to me.

Wanderlust

It’s everything, and nothing

the vast emptiness of void

knowing potential is in reach,

inches that feel like miles

stretching forever and yonder

circling me in wonder

like vultures after meat.

The need is neverending

to turn over every stone

and walk every path unwalked

even if I trek alone

the pace follows my heartbeat

ever faster ever leaping

enchantment of unknowns

taunting me ever so gently

in a forward always race

don’t look back , and settle down never.

for the link and bond to adventure

I wouldn’t dream to sever.

pushing the limits, I am pleased

never dawdling longer than necessary

just a glimpse, just a taste, just a tease

won’t be long before I grow wary.

and then I will be off again,

galloping through emptiness and void,

it clamors, my heart;

 for new and untraveled

and my feet endlessly covet,

roads and narrow dirt paths and gravel

it’s everything and nothing

the beauty of vast emptiness and void

Consumed

Sinking, empty drowning

Two halves of me battling within

Tearing each other to shreds

Wondering I lie- whom will win?

The hour of misery approaches,

The agony of the unknown broaches;

The salt upon my cheeks solidifies

I’m turning to stone as the reassurance dies

Two facets of me are fighting-

Waging war through vile strategy

Each taxing emotions, peace and rest

Absorbing all but stoic apathy

One half of me is dying

Surrendering to absolute collapse of light

Reversal is futile; repair a lost cause

As death looms forward in the depth of the night

Apathy induces mourning;

Drowning in wordless dread

The curtains of my life solemnly closing

As I lie, still and motionless, on my deathbed

Story of Old

Shimmering amber gems

Not well acquainted with the valleys

Through soft petals of velvet

Awakening primitive dreams

She believes, she daftly believes

That something old and crooked

Can align, wherefore, to something true

Those shallow eyes lack a seasoned soul

In the sunrise, her ideals are conjured

To dance to a farce of a life

Despite the monsters of the dark

Monsters of ravaged wisdom that tear

At her dreams all day

She stops, she hopes, she listens

Tracing archaic paths of yore

That failed novices before her evermore

Eyes full of sage weigh upon her, disappointed

Lost in surreptitious mirages only a novice would believe

A voice she hears only selectively, on the whim of a wind

For its warnings and admonishing are much too bitter to bear

She has traveled at the end of the string

And the days of warm familiarity are suddenly over;

A brash and whipping chill surrounds her soul

There is no path over the cliff

There are no signs, no omens, or advice in the abyss..

Shimmering amber gems they once were

Spilling over with enlightenment and passion

In its place, now: dark and brooding stones

Weighing heavy on her face, mourning misguided steps of the past

The storm carries on without respite

No sunlight to beckon, no night to cease fire

Yet the story of old forever plays, proven and tired.

Outcast

Uniqua

my life is a riddle

that I have yet to unravel

an enigma of sorts

here and there, along the gravel

be yourself, they say

everyone else is taken.

but when I am armed with the courage,

when I am bold for my values

when I have strong held my ideals

then they have scoffed.

then they glare at me surreptitiously

there they eagerly dress me with scorn

I can never win I guess

victory was not my calling.

and every day from now til the end

is just another moment stalling.

the world inside my head is a-whirling

with all thoughts and reasonings twirling

I am never to be one of them,

it was written.

always longing for the solace in words

in company, in comfort..

but exiled to loneliness and

outcast in every season, all the same.

a fact of life,

whether out of spite or out of mockery

in a lame lost joke now forgotten..

and the truth is I couldn’t fake it,

not even at my best attempt

for love and kindness is a gift god-sent.

and my smile could never be cruel to those whom it’s lent;

and my words never insincere to those in whom I revel..

so if my warmth is my demise

if they fulfill my darkest fear

and well; this is just my surmise-

may I forever be from their company exempt.

The Tree

Such a sight to the eyes

grand majestic tree, standing tall

it would shock and stun them all

to see you one day fall

for you are strong, no? you are bold

you are set in your width,

you are stone, you are cold..

your branches reach the sky

in elegantly poised fingers

your aroma of self fulfillment

enriches the air, and there it lingers

but little do they know,

and never could they see

that the vacuum in your heart

makes you as hollow as can be

yes, with mold and fungi crawling,

you are but a rotting tree.

standing so erect, leaves shining bright

is all but a façade; a trick of simple light

what else can I compare you to?

a lost-soul magician?

with cheap tricks and quick hands

entirely masks his poor condition.

I pity you, tree..

for you are never fully content

pull a rabbit out of a hat,

(yes you are god’s gift heaven-sent)

but you can’t pull your heart out of the hole

you will never find the light,

like a ground-condemned mole..

You have enchanted your lot of mindless folk,

mouths agape, will surrendered

you have them secured in your power;

yet you retract your shade and smite

to those who don’t in your light and presence cower

You may have fooled them true;

if only for a season.

But rotting tree; I tell you this,

all happens for a reason.

your time is ebbing sure, like

dunes in a desert storm..

trapped in a world where fall gives way to winter

and the winds will whip your soul,

crashing down your poised branches

and when winter settles in,

your peace will be its toll

GT

Broken

the mind is a cruel place

inhabited by carnivores and beasts

eager to tear to shreds innocence and bliss

until all light of hope does cease

the catalyst to pull the trigger

is never notwithstanding, always fueled

ready to assemble an arsenal of doubt

exposing the games of the fooled

alas! the bravery takes hold,

if only for a raw and decisive flash;

and then just as sudden,

the clarity vanishes into air as ash..

the heart is  a treacherous thing,

for moments later it comes bombarding..

playing instruments out of tune

and a story of misery hardening.

as two giants, these two battle-

neither relenting, nor backing down

leaving behind an array of fragments;

memories  fallen from heaven to ground.

at last the war is subsiding,

every side admitting defeat-

for in a sequence of wrath and light

there’s no victory, filing and sweet.

only remains lay strewn,

and only illusions left un-mended;

just a scar hitherto, a wound under the surface

confirmation of truth

of what has all but bitterly ended..

GT