Caged Cell

Rage caged in my soul
Must unleash the rage, must set her free.
She is a beautiful shadow, lurking in the dark.
Shaking the bars of her prison, she screams.
She begs the keyholder to let her free,
But a smirk is exchanged.
A cry echoes from another cell...
Bloody murder.
She giggles and sighs with relief.
Another one lost to the tide of demons.
Sliding down the concrete wall, with her bare back scraping at the walls imperfections.
She loves the pain.

She closes her eyes and rocks back and forth... Waiting to break free. She smiles in insanity.

...short and sweet

Drenched in a drought full of hope and thirst...
Let me suckle your nectar, let me drown myself in your sweetness

Could You?

Could you be in the breath of today?
Could that be you in the kiss of the sunshine?
Could you be in the breath of today,
If she inhaled sweet sin, and let out a moan?
Is that you, holding me in the warmth of the sun?

Seductive Shadow

Sweet nightmare you are back,
Dressed in the finest of lace...
And leather.
You dance through the shadows teasing me with your figure... Delicate, and angelic.
I crawl towards you, thirsty and dreaming of the demons we will conquer.
Your body cries for me, and only the stars hear... So they whisper to tell me.
Your shillouette in the moonlight is enticing and my dreams have swept me away the past few nights.
I often am grounded by earthly lust,
And the devinity of wanderlust love.
But you are just that.
A shadow in the night- once tangible, now tantilizingly teasing.
Something I've done for so long.
A student became the teacher, a teacher the student.
Inhale the sweet sins of our past-
If we dream can we feel?
Is it possible that two can dream in the same realm, feel the same things? Actually TOUCH each other in a dream?
Mind altering, consciousness... I feel you.
Do you feel me?

Who Knows

Who knows where life leads us.
Who knows what happens at the end of our flicker on Earth. I believe there is another life awaiting us at the end of the current one... However am I conditioned by traditional Christian beliefs to think that?
Who knows.
I embrace sleep- but the world keeps turning. I embrace love, but the days keep passing. What is purpose?
Honestly- some say its to impact another... But it's just a vicious cycle of living to die.
The person we impact will die... We will die... The world will eventually die.
Unless some magic potion is discovered.
I'm dreary.
Eyes heavy.
To dream of the future... Life after death. Sweet nightmares dressed in lace greet me at the sight of the moon

Airplane Thoughts

It's amazing what a little bit of sunshine can do to a person.
Moods change, colors change, emotions take flight in the most positive of ways... It's a miracle really. I've spent years in darkness- searching for eternal sunshine. Now, I'd be lying if I said I've discovered some hidden light, or some incredible instant cure for our darkest moments, but I am however on a journey.
A journey of increasing light, increasing love and increasing newfound peace.
It all starts within oneself. A flicker of a flame is light enough to lead you towards a brighter light at the end of a tunnel.
Demons may try to waver that flame, and they may be successful in blowing it out, but we are are capable of creating a fire within.
Once you reach the end of the damp, dark and desolate tunnel, you see light- even on the cloudiest of days. At first, its the brightest light you've seen, even blinding behind clouds and rain, yet you are happy.
As the days pass you are blessed with the warmth of the sun, and the dancing of wild rain on your body and ground around you. This rain is the key to life. She feeds the hungry plants, waters the thirsty souls, cleanses our bodies when dingy and dusty... This rain, she keeps us alive. Before we know it we resent her, we find comfort in being dry, comfort in sunshine, and comfort in clear skies... But we forget how the rain gives us life. We beg her to leave, complain about her presence, but she still gives while we wish her away.
We should find happiness in even the most dim light, the light of the moon or even the light that sneaks through the clouds enough to give us sight. We should dance in the rain, and thank her for her generosity - we should embrace each leg of this Journey we call Life. Because if we don't find the faintest light, even in the cold, wet and dark days- we will forever be stricken with sadness and angst. Mother nature blesses us with change, because without change there would be no appreciation, and without appreciation there would be no room for journeys like ours

Strange-Her

Stranger you were than I remember,
You voice was distant through the airwaves.
Stranger you were from before- or maybe this is you, the Real You.
Stranger became my memory, cloudy, but clear as day.
You tossed me into emissions and recollections of the Dharma and Karma that I used to avidly study.
Stranger and more distant your face became, as you whispered things that were stranger than most.
Stranger was the breathing of your soul- shallow, hollow, dense, and thick.
You became further and lost in a brainwash of falsities... or so I thought.
Stranger was the apology that I received today, from a long lost and ever searching soul-
That thought she was found.
Stranger was the peace, joy and love she wished me through the miles...
Why did I find this so strange?
Stranger was how I felt, how you felt, and how the awkward silence and pauses became;
For we were lost, and hesitant in our memories of qualms and foes.
Stranger you became,
And Stranger I was left-
At the thought, that you my dear, were merely a
Stranger.