"We pass the word around; we ponder how the case is put by different people, we read the poetry; we meditate over the literature; we play the music; we change our minds; we reach an understanding. Society evolves this way, not by shouting each other down, but by the unique capacity of unique, individual human beings to comprehend each other." - Lewis Thomas

Tuesday, September 14, 2010

Letters to Emotions - Re:Sorrow

Dear Sorrow,

Your liquid eyes shine like crystallized ice amongst the morning sun, gazing into the vulnerability of the soul. An eager entrance opens like a hand outstretched. Calming and gentle fingers wash over me like an ocean wave. your shadow looms over me like shade in sunlight. Illuminating flashes of incoherence crash ashore like sand trickling in a vase.

There is an admiration of chance and consequence followed by voices of choral guidance. A divine and ethereal lover brought to be by a single droplet of rain. With lips as soft as air brushing warm skin and eyes blinded by your eclipsing enlightenment. Skin caressing together slipping endlessly through memories. A liquid timeline, sliding through like a child tumbling down a hillside in winter. A fleeting desire drowned out by the music of the past.

For a moment, you allow me to witness the leaves change colour and shape. You allow me to see the season change, and just as a seed, an idea is planted within the soil of the mind. Broken shapes, play like a reel of film, depicting our lives on the walls. Falling images with nothing but abstract perception to bring stability.

Finally, you bring a sophistication to reality. A breaking point unsurpassed, a test brought solely by the gods themselves. Swollen like reflections in a mirror scattered on the floor. Auspiciously waiting for that final embrace of past promises fulfilled. A level of unknowable love in the blindness that you bring. That warming caress you sell as dreams bring relief. Your beauty unconquerable, like the territory of a tyrant.

The ramblings of a madman,

Sincerely yours.

"In those sinking moments we look towards one another for salvation." -Authors Note 02

Saturday, September 11, 2010

Finally got Internet

I apologize for greatly neglecting my blog. For you few followers, I am working on a few more pieces, one including the continuation of Forgotten Places. I am hoping to have them up in the next couple of days. My roommate is also going to guest blog for me once a week, we are just deciding what day works best.

Right, the reason I haven't been posting anything is since I have just moved back to school and just yesterday got internet working. So school readings plus no internet have put a rather large damper on my blog posting. Fret not though, I will be back in full force, soon enough.

Wednesday, September 1, 2010

Lady of the Forest

Cool air whipped my face
Like whispering willows
Tell the secrets of the swelling apple
The illusion of lifes finale,
Ringing dry the drops of time.

A girl stood watching
Eager eyes telling this story,
An empty wind paints a landscape
Gentle brush strokes creating illusion
Life wandering like ticking clocks.

Her hands were clasped together,
She appeared to be real,
An embroidered seal on her chest,
A broken branch dancing
Orchestral nature through whistling woods.

Watching in wonder,
The girl moved with angelic guidance
Her words as soft as wind's lapping
Elegant lady-like hands pull me down
The grass watch, whispering to one another.

As each broken branch falls,
We await our lady
Vicariously watching for our time spent.
She sings through our harden shells,
Dreaming of shores below a cliff.

The sky above began to swirl and dance,
As clouds began to form and collapse
It went dark and for a moment
I witnessed our lady crying
As her tear drop hit, she was gone.

"Life is an illusion in which we wander endless. Life is an illusion in which we can not walk out of" - Authors note 101