Contemplating something or another 

Large orbs of water plummeted swiftly through the air, the ground rising up to meet them at a head spinning pace. Their comrades hung precariously within the clouds, waiting until the moment in which they might join their fellow globes of hydrogen dioxide. Crashing violently into the newly moistened soil the rain drops split open, flying every which way. The grass and trees alike bowed beneath the weight of the water, paying homage to their esteemed master. A grim apprehension settled in as the murky legions seized hold of the last claim of blue sky. The thunder clapped ominously, shaking the very essence of my soul. I stood watching forks of lightning encase the horizon, lashing out ferociously at one another. The battle raged, as they clasped onto one another, the thunderous roars of the heavens cheering them forward. As swiftly as one had struck, the other was gone. I watched, enthralled by the magnificence and power behind the very nature in which we try to live. The strength of the God's had placed me in a trance, yet the slightest sphere of water sliding slowly down the length of my face snapped me back into reality. My body stood erect amongst the tall, bending grass. I swayed cautiously with the wind feeling it pull at the edges of my clothes, churning the leaves at my feet. The darkness billowed above me, seething in the witch's pot. The power of the absolute stirred up my insides, a knot of barbed wire rolled in my stomach. All sense of comprehension had long since been dismissed from my mind. I did not understand the way I felt, nor why the thoughts hurt me so. The only thing I knew in that moment was hate. An extreme hate for everything that lay before me and about me. I watched the simplistic beauty of the destruction that the almighty could so easily bestow upon the world, acting on a whim. I listened to the silence that filtered through the air as the storm drew to a close. The all-knowing omnipotent master, the divine creator and controller of our fates sat happily in his throne amongst the turning clouds. Was what lay beneath him a source of cruel joy? A God indeed. The world falls apart at every single turn, the days fade to nights and we become nothing. He still has time for the wind that carried a simple maple leaf across the plains. As I lost all control, I roared up to the heavens. My voice grumbling up, I bellowed forth all of the hatred I held inside. I cried out with all of my might, so that the Holy Spirit might know the malignity I bore for him. My voice cracked, my body folding to the wet earth. He did not hear me, and my voice would fade out like all the others. I would not echo through eternity. I am nothing in the eyes of my father.

Tip-toe through eternity,

Dancing in the shadows.

Grasp for what I used to be,

Searching for a nothing.

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Pulling at my hair,

Deprived of freedom.

Locked within your stare

I've lost my sanity.

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Falling through the darkness,

Trapped in a masquerade.

The bleeding hearts confess,

Things they didn't know.

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Crawling through misery,

Cry up to the heavens.

Finding the one I used to be,

Look into my nothing.

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Rays of warmth filter across my tranquil facade. I run my tongue across the edges of my partially opened lips, tasting the humid air on its way to my lungs. My body lays helplessly in your arms, as I float through time. Your soft fingers curve about my scalp, curling my hair slowly in a majestic waltz. I am happy. I can feel myself losing past inhibitions, nothing seems to matter anymore. Only you, and the way you are looking at me right now. Laying amongst the tall grass, the world stops beneath us. Time stands still as we lay engulfed within the cosmos, enveloped in one anothers arms. Dusk stands still, laying on the horizon with its crimson arms stretching across the heavens in an attempt to embrace the darkness of night. My heart aches at the thought of this primordial pursuit. Captivated by one another, in a constant chase through the heavens. Near enough to taste the trail, but never close enough to touch. The darkness and the light, sun and the moon, day and night. Forever in love, and forever alone. A perplexing thought, an astonishing image that seems unfamiliar. Feeling your chest rise and fall, your heartbeat pounding against my chest, your life flowing with mine, I understand. I glimpse into the heavens, and watch as you fade into the distance. I rise to the sky and follow after. Love pushes me, Love pulls me. Forever and always searching for you. Waiting for the world to stop, so I can lay in your grasp once more.

It was a slightly overcast night in July. The air was thin, and surprisingly cold for this time of year. I was sitting on the embankment of the river, the chilling wind blowing crisply across my worn face. I felt the weather cool every fiber of my being, down to the very bone. Something was amiss, the seasons didn't want to fit. I watched as the water curled below me, like ink pouring magically from an over used pen. Driftwood floated past me, bending with the current of the river as it meandered about a slowly curving bend. The moon rose slowly amongst the ominous clouds creeping about on the horizon. The scarlet light of the summer moon bled across the sky, painting my face a fierce colour. Closing my eyes, I felt the gentle beams of light play across the world sprawled out before me. I saw the night transform itself into a day of its own, bringing each slight detail to life in its own priceless way. An image of omnipotent majesty. Opening my eyelids slowly, I gazed upon the never ending space that lay above and about me. I smiled to myself as the stars slowly pricked through the dark fabric of the evening, scattering themselves scarcely about the heavens. The very eyes of whichever Gods should choose to abide therein. I couldn't help but allow my mind the freedom of wandering, as I pondered the possibilities of what higher power might lay just out of our reach. What great image might I be a mere paint stroke within? Are we all but martyrs, waiting for the day on which we must die? Forging through the timeless expanse of eternity, hoping we might stumble upon the truth behind it all. Do we constantly search in vain for that one moment, that one space in the everlastingness, our own piece of immortality in which we might find true passion? Looking down upon the river, feeling it flow through me like the blood coursing through my veins, I knew that I was not meant to know. A suffering burned inside of me, as I felt the eyes of whatever it is that lays beyond stare down. I stretched myself out across the grassy knoll beneath me and let myself drift away. I shall simply have to wait it out, play my cards, and see what happens when I cash in my chips.

Young Love

Young Love

The fragrance of fresh bloomed beauty,

The feelings held tight for an eternity.

The purest form of fulfillment,

When reality becomes obsolete.

The unforgettable taste of their skin.

The irreplaceable sensation of their lips to yours.

And only the God's looked on,

As you stole each others hearts so gently.

So innocent. So genuine. So unknowing.

None the wiser of what would come.

Never daring to imagine the day,

When young love would break their fragile hearts.

Yet, even after, would they trade the time together

to never know the aching sorrows of being apart?

Would they forget the happiness in each others arms,

if it would mend their broken-hearts?

Not for all the World...

And this is the great calamity that is

Young Love