An Advent of Sense

Betwixt the death that circumscribes this mournful scenery My love doth bathe in lighted cracks of neolithic heart And though it shines he sees me not and speaks strange words to me My angel sculpted out of stone, indifference is his art. Denied I am but know ye this, his heart does beat for me Can earth not quake, and rock not break, and bastion make move? His rattle and divine schism do whisper stoic poetry Unto mine ear where grace doth build a fortress to my love. And so I press away my soul and urge him still to live Without me gripping fast to stone, what have I still to do? His artful time and cunning eyes he need no longer give No flower ever met a crag and found so sweet to woo. I give my last farewell to thee, make haste, remember well I break my life so passionately, I'll remember thee in Hell.

A look can be quite savage, A murmur may mean ill too, A touch can be so average That the message just won't go through. But the stir of a song on the ear Gives the heart all that it implores. A song on the ear is on this earth here For the life that it gives and restores. (For Joey) <3

You don't remember my name as you look out to Sea I am all but sweet dust in your empty mind And Wind blows me ever-lonely through your barren Land. Sea blues and hues vibrantly whisper to You And dance round enshrouding me til desperately I Land from a jump a thousand feet up making peace with the Wind. You I Wind Land And Sea. Together again. (inspired by Justin Nozuka album)

We are merely shadows only walking figments We are just reflections of the refracted pigments. We are compositions of elemental patience Or maybe just hormonal joy and then frustration... And I'm having a hard time Reading your signs Love shouldn't be this hard for me to find. And I'm wishing I could read your mind. I'm a smart girl but I've got dumb luck sometimes. What if we are sculptures of paintings of sketches If we are saving graces from the amazing wretches. What if I'm an asteroid and you're an aligning planet Or maybe I'm a girl and you're really just a man, it's scary... That I'm having a hard time Reading your signs Love shouldn't be this hard for me to find. That I'm wishing I could read your mind. I'm a smart girl but I've got dumb luck sometimes.

A path, a path, and a path I see Extended now in front of me. And in many paces there lies a bend With a transparent start and an opaque end. Each is thick laden by nature's green hand And oppose in direction to promising land. The first is well-trod and ensures happy days But what is joy procured in such deviant ways? The next is straightforward and easy to see, But requires almost no effort from me. The third path is rocky and winds purposefully To cause me to ramble, then rise gracefully. So here I still myself in this yellow wood More than two paths now, where I could and I should. I breathe in the air of the crisp apple morn And inspire myself down the road not well-worn. December 7, 2012

Shake off the beads of perspiration that precipitate the clouds of my confusion... A confusion that is both sweet to bite and bitter to taste... One that consumes my body drop by drop... Till the dregs of my resistance are merely puddles flowing into an expanding river... A river that lustfully gives and receives according to the current... And currently I'm running the cycle, my whole body rolling top to bottom with the waves of it, my mind ebbing, my senses whirlpooling together... Plummeting to that unknown depth... Yet allowed to resurface for air.

The gentlemen, they dance in and out of my life and we step to and fro on the floor. I try to lead but they swing me aside and I clasp onto their hands for dear life. They dip me and swirl me till I can see no more. Then, dizzy I whirl I spin around and I crash. But then with apologies and promises of keeping time, they pick me up and lift me right back.

And then there were none. The chances all gone. To remind me of why I stayed here so long. Why have I lingered feeling empty inside? Its time to run on, and never to hide. I'm quietly searching for some place brand new, To make memories fresh like the dew. And now I'm fulfilled And its all thanks to you.