I was a small strawberry once
in summer shade
deep shadows of sleeping cats, watchful of
rose white and rose red, both sandal footed
and cold grass frolicking, issuing to the backyard
world a summer-girl chirrup succeeded by one
toothy boast and one shy smile.
I was a small strawberry sometimes then
a summer dress made of me, a scarlet fruit
clothed in berry hued and seed-studded
white dotted fabric frocks
i twirled and orbited a small space
like the same true fruit in cool soil
among chastening berry blooms
in the small, silent garden
the strawberry and i
plump red, sweetening in summer sun
laughing at the distillation of time
and the absence of memory then
Thursday, July 23, 2009
Clarity- ABBY
While the half moon dances swiftly over tides of ocean foam and the
starless sky mournes softly for the loss of its unborn; when the spray and
mist of seas untamed come crashing to the sand, whille the sun is still held captive i trod this stretch of land.
and on the far horizon the moon begins to fade....and the world around me echoes with the dawn's first shades of grey, the tears of God the father trickle down to us in rain; reminding all who stand beneath that even he feels pain.
And my feet still falling noiselessly on sand unmarred as glass
smeared swiftly over empty space in times not too far past
As the sun's first rays strike swiftly into dark's now straining seams; they surface solemn sadness like the end of joyous dreams. but like all things, the good and bad are often intertwined; for the sun brings with in warmth renewed and clarity of mind.
starless sky mournes softly for the loss of its unborn; when the spray and
mist of seas untamed come crashing to the sand, whille the sun is still held captive i trod this stretch of land.
and on the far horizon the moon begins to fade....and the world around me echoes with the dawn's first shades of grey, the tears of God the father trickle down to us in rain; reminding all who stand beneath that even he feels pain.
And my feet still falling noiselessly on sand unmarred as glass
smeared swiftly over empty space in times not too far past
As the sun's first rays strike swiftly into dark's now straining seams; they surface solemn sadness like the end of joyous dreams. but like all things, the good and bad are often intertwined; for the sun brings with in warmth renewed and clarity of mind.
Eden Lies- ABBY
while we were sleeping soundly
upon this bed of lies
the world around us crumbled down
beneath our stricken eyes
a world of solemn beauty
a crossing of the line
that brings us into solitude
and draws us out of time
to eden, to that quiet place
where at one time all was well
when we knew we were beautiful
that place before we fell
but lovers often find in time
the path is bittersweet
and the road that leads to happiness
is off of lover's leap
in partaking of this mortal sin
and seeking after bliss
we realize the devil's price
is a long and weighty list
and yet we saunter onward
increasing all our debt
knowing time will kill us both
if it hasnt found us yet
upon this bed of lies
the world around us crumbled down
beneath our stricken eyes
a world of solemn beauty
a crossing of the line
that brings us into solitude
and draws us out of time
to eden, to that quiet place
where at one time all was well
when we knew we were beautiful
that place before we fell
but lovers often find in time
the path is bittersweet
and the road that leads to happiness
is off of lover's leap
in partaking of this mortal sin
and seeking after bliss
we realize the devil's price
is a long and weighty list
and yet we saunter onward
increasing all our debt
knowing time will kill us both
if it hasnt found us yet
The World; His Antfarm ABBY
Sleeping in a slumber i have slept since time began;
and shifting through my fingers like the hourglass shifts sand,
are the thoughts we've all been thinking, for since tasting of her fruit
the knowledge we've been drinking is the death of tender youth.
and drifting through the folds of time she finds herself intwined,
within the reel of tape she cant stop playing in her mind.
As if some higher power laughs while she stumbles in the maze
that He Himself has trapped her in to wander all the days that He finds
Himself enchanted with a proud and haughty gaze, as He leads her in directions that have no stopping place.
And though she strains against the glass to go her seperate way,
with a cold and calloused, nail-scarred hand He forces her to stay.
Within the frames of desprateness she alone has been expected,
to praise The One who makes her run on a course that He's selected.
and shifting through my fingers like the hourglass shifts sand,
are the thoughts we've all been thinking, for since tasting of her fruit
the knowledge we've been drinking is the death of tender youth.
and drifting through the folds of time she finds herself intwined,
within the reel of tape she cant stop playing in her mind.
As if some higher power laughs while she stumbles in the maze
that He Himself has trapped her in to wander all the days that He finds
Himself enchanted with a proud and haughty gaze, as He leads her in directions that have no stopping place.
And though she strains against the glass to go her seperate way,
with a cold and calloused, nail-scarred hand He forces her to stay.
Within the frames of desprateness she alone has been expected,
to praise The One who makes her run on a course that He's selected.
Sullen Mind- ABBY
in the cool wisps of the midnight: while sleeping mother's lie, and children dream of fleeting clouds and passing summer skies~~~while the world lays still and colm beneath the weathered gaze of time, and the haze of early morning pierces deep into the mindof every heartless soul that walked the earth in this...the time of my remembrance.
in the soft light of the evening when all is come to rest, when the sun has danced and flittereed over every empty nest, and dim shadows creeeping swiftly as the sun lays down to sleep, bring with them callous memories of the curses that we reap. And as the moon emerges and the earth is bathed in light, an eerie glow of emptiness fills the air with new delight.
In the harsh light of the daytime, beneath the piercing rays~~~of putrid hearts and dying dreams~ and a day within the mind of minds, a mind so lost and pained as mine, trailing in the sails of time and the ending of this reign of peace, captured, drowning in the depths of this my sullen mind.
Oh my desprate, sullen mind! so given to the strains of time, a mind so torn and tattered that the wounds they will not bind, and my demons ever cutting at this~~my sullen mind
in the soft light of the evening when all is come to rest, when the sun has danced and flittereed over every empty nest, and dim shadows creeeping swiftly as the sun lays down to sleep, bring with them callous memories of the curses that we reap. And as the moon emerges and the earth is bathed in light, an eerie glow of emptiness fills the air with new delight.
In the harsh light of the daytime, beneath the piercing rays~~~of putrid hearts and dying dreams~ and a day within the mind of minds, a mind so lost and pained as mine, trailing in the sails of time and the ending of this reign of peace, captured, drowning in the depths of this my sullen mind.
Oh my desprate, sullen mind! so given to the strains of time, a mind so torn and tattered that the wounds they will not bind, and my demons ever cutting at this~~my sullen mind
Mea Culpa- ABBY
i am a solitary creature
in a world of well placed faces
intricately swirling
twirling my soul through the traces
bringing desprate ressurection
to the lost doors and closed spaces
of a mind that strained to find
the empty rhymes of mirrored graces
but ill-informed and ignorant
words often interchanged
have failed still to label her
for she is, in fact,
insane.
insane, but not in common prose
she's better found as tipsy
for she teeters and she twitters
while she begs to touch the life tree
the tree thats in the book of lies
the tree that stands the test of time
the tree to mend her shattered mind
it bears such fruit to make her mine
the tree of life
the fruit of sight
to see both good and evil
in that bitter bite she touches life
before he takes it from her
He is the Alpha and Omega
she is the apple of His eye
and with a nail-pierced hand
He built a stand
just to wisk it from beneath her
i am a solitary creature
for i alone am not found wanting
and i bow my head in respect for the dead
and His yoke of love that killed them
in a world of well placed faces
intricately swirling
twirling my soul through the traces
bringing desprate ressurection
to the lost doors and closed spaces
of a mind that strained to find
the empty rhymes of mirrored graces
but ill-informed and ignorant
words often interchanged
have failed still to label her
for she is, in fact,
insane.
insane, but not in common prose
she's better found as tipsy
for she teeters and she twitters
while she begs to touch the life tree
the tree thats in the book of lies
the tree that stands the test of time
the tree to mend her shattered mind
it bears such fruit to make her mine
the tree of life
the fruit of sight
to see both good and evil
in that bitter bite she touches life
before he takes it from her
He is the Alpha and Omega
she is the apple of His eye
and with a nail-pierced hand
He built a stand
just to wisk it from beneath her
i am a solitary creature
for i alone am not found wanting
and i bow my head in respect for the dead
and His yoke of love that killed them
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