Rookery

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You are the steps
as I walk up the spiral staircase
it seems like you bring me higher and higher
next to the noble grandeur you consider yourself
and with each twirl we act as if we are dancing
where only the bare tips of my fingers
run a course on your arm.

At each landing I once again remember
what it was like to have my feet on the ground
yet i know that only in the world of the imaginable
would i ever want to go back
to a place where i walk alone on solid pavement
so i keep twirling along on your granite path
and spinning around in the righteous form

I get to the top and feel like I've found my match
that in the darkened night your heartbeat is my momentum
your touch is my embrace and my dream is your reality
here we are you and i on this unbelievable ride
We dare to do the impossible-- to jump back down
just so that we can dance our way to the top again
following the flow of the staircase of ever after
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Looking Through Mirrors

 

Looking at how she is viewed

she is not concrete

A pearlescent banshee

staring into a hallway of mirrors,

Always invisible to the world that matters

A glimmer to a thought.

A shimmer to a dream

A sliver of a person

Pretend her soul is untouched

That itself is the mirror that can not be faltered

But does she not see those fingerprints?

The oil that twists the way she is?

The smudge of reality

in the end she craves serenity

She is starved and

the truth goes right through her

and the only thing that can she can reach

is another banshee --another mirror

just as twisted as her own.

new idea

 

Give me a few days. but maybe holding out is what keeps relationships holding on. 

It's Like Asking The Sky To Stop Touching The Earth.

 

I see the sky ahead
darken
like the flame of the candle
suffocating
In darkness
we are at peace
And we find comfort
in knowing
all is hidden, awaiting
another daybreak.
as I sit here, unable to sleep
My heavy blue eyes
longingly gaze
at the rainbowed
horizon.
a mixture
of darkness
to bring peace,
and light bringing
hope.
I know exactly where that
rainbow leads.
Somethings are more powerful than that pot of gold the sleeping world seeks.

Is It Worth It?

The world gets lost in the darkness of midnight blues
with hints of peach fluorescents to remind us
there is intelligent life. We consider it intelligent,
What if instead it is just greed.
We take over every ounce of land, as if we
were the few and the destined
to consume the beauties this land once offered.
Hills are now inconveniences,
when once they were strengths.
Trees are now tourist attractions,
When once they were necessary to hide.
Water is used as trash cans
and the sky is just the next resource to exploit.
We were once men.
Great, powerful, few.
Now we are scum
harboring land to create our own demise.