I wonder what i Shall paint tonight?
With words upon my pallet.
I wonder if i could paint you true?
The colours of this world were never just to you.
So tell me my beloved,
what is it that you lack?
A face that one could love?
A hand that one could hold?
or is it just...
You wish you weren't so cold?
But how could i ever help?
Even words can't comfort,
the shiver your touch incurs.
Your face is the horror to life;
your chill brings end to this life.
But fret not.
I know not the fruit of failure.
I have but one thing I could give,
a promise that i shall forever keep.
To come the time of our eventual dance,
the time you; oh so dread...
Worry not then to meet me in cheers.
For i shall gladly be of the one;
The few you shall happily embrace without fear.
To my dear beloved death...
27.2.08
To Mala'kul Maut
Star
Twinkle Twinkle litte star,
how many eyes should i shear.
Throwing you so ever far,
I wonder how many will you tear?
Every time i look at you,
soaring from my hand ever true;
i wonder if I'll miss you...
When you're lodged in someone else's ruse..
It trembles me to no end,
seeing you in another's hand.
So please return to me my twinkling star,
Return...
Return to me from your bloody spar...
6.10.07
Raindrops
Raindrops
Storm window, sealed tight,
hoping in vain to keep out fallen raindrops,
but the water somehow finds its way in anyhow.
drip...drip...drop...shh...
Puddles on the floor,
slippery wet,
glassy glare reflecting the rain-streaked window,
rippling momentarily, steadily,
dust and debris awash in the floodwaters.
She sits solemnly, staring, silently,
watching, waiting, wondering why.
Fingers leave foggy marks on the cool glass,
outstretched, reaching for something--
something to hold on to.
She grasps air,
for there is nothing there for her.
drip...drip...drop...shh...
Puddles on the floor,
of tears and raindrops...
Streaks on cool glass,
and warm skin...
And raindrops keep falling,
filling the void,
of nothing and everything,
and nothing in the same.
Cold eyes glazed with pain and fear--
the worry of losing another day,
with nothing to show for it--
keep staring straight out the window,
fingers against glass,
searching but never finding...
drip...drip...drop...shh...
For there is nothing
(nothing)
left to find.
October 3rd, 2007
written by Haley
22.8.07
Sunset
New colors are invented every night
as the sun sinks deep into the horizon.
Nature's perfect palette,
the end of yet another day,
another sunset.
Each one is different, yet each is the same;
Each means one thing to one person
...and still another to the next;
Each sheds new light and the hope for
still another tomorrow,
one more sunset,
one more painted canvas,
signed in Mother Nature's swirling hand
Maybe it's just Father Time's way
of saying Goodnight
until the stars shimmer brightly
above a symphony of crickets.
January 29th, 2007
written by Haley
19.8.07
Fallen Shades
Fallen Shades
Bridging bridge standing stiff,
over a river of flowing mist.
Either end lay hidden from the other;
nothing is seen under night’s moonless cover.
...Fallen Shades fallen forever.
Above, the cloud would hang and loom
(had not the moon gone to hide so soon).
Below stands a figure, veiled and hidden,
ensuing darkness wraps him within.
...Fallen Shades fallen forever.
In deepening darkness, a blind man walks.
Struggling forth in a darkened world,
he presses on; knows not where he goes.
Pursuing on—his destiny untold.
...Fallen Shades fallen forever.
Treacherous steps boldly stepped,
onward he marches, so wittingly pressed:
each step a daring feat upon an edgeless bridge.
He walks—hoping never to slip—for below lies the abyss.
...Fallen Shades fallen forever
Fear embedded deep within, his mind clogged
(the howling wind didn’t help much).
A clumsy move so foolishly played.
He knew better than to go astray…
dangling at the edge, his grip failing,
He knew at heart he was now falling...
... A Fallen Shade fallen forever.
August 15, 2007
written by Auron
14.8.07
Edge of the Gate
Edge of the Gate
Standing at the gate
at the end of a narrow strip;
heart beating: twice its rate
clenching in his hands a small papyrus slip.
At the end of a narrow strip,
a dark-eyed child, barely eight,
clenching in his hands a small papyrus slip:
tender arms stretched, he knocks, knocks at the gate.
This dark-eyed child, of barely eight:
waiting quietly, a quivering lip,
tender arms stretched, he knocks (knocks) at the gate...
Standing at the edge, he meets the end of his trip.
Waiting quietly, a quivering lip,
--and bearing the burden of a heavy fate--
standing at the edge, he meets the end of his trip:
his hands eagerly waiting the end of their clenching state.
Bearing the burden of a heavy fate,
heart racing: twice its rate
his hands eagerly waiting the end of their clenching state.
...Still standing at the edge of the gate...
August 14th, 2007
Collaboration
13.8.07
Age of Love
Age of Love
One Woman:
crumpled with age,
silver-gray hair tied back,
face lined from years of worry,
of failing health and mental anguish
bent the corners of her mouth into a smile
as she looked into the fawn-colored young eyes before her.
One Child:
newly born,
soft-skinned and pink,
just opening her tiny eyes to the world,
new lights and sounds and strange people
found the face of her grandmother and smiled
as she squinted into the emerald-hued, wrinkly eyes before her.
That moment burned in time itself,
for it knew no greater love than this:
one old and one new,
and for the first time they stared back into one another's eyes,
their very hearts, beating together as one.
dedicated to my Nanny
July 25th, 2007
written by Haley
The Humble Gesture
The Humble Gesture
The songs echoes,
the siren sings,
A barren chamber now filled.
The curtain rises; the light dims.
An impatient audience roars,
claps and cheers abound.
The artist enters; gleefully smiling,
fingers twitching, hands raised; the gesture begins.
Rope snaps, a weight falls.
The artist now dead, the shows hope now forever lost.
July 14th, 2007
written by Auron
The Water Is Wide
The Water Is Wide
looking at my own swaying reflection
in the ebb-and-flow swirling seawater.
Who am I?
What will I become?
There is a small vessel in the distance,
moving ever closer to the sinking sun
on the horizon.
I watch that boat.
And it knows there are sandbars
and unseen dangers
that threaten
its way.
Still, it keeps going.
Because, beyond such ever-present dangers
lies its destination
on the Other Side.
Beyond the lurking, silent perils of what it cannot see
lies its goal...
its victory...
its proof that...
...It Can Be Done.
So it keeps going.
The Water is wide,
and even though the danger is always there,
the tiny vessel keeps going.
It steers clear.
It never gives up.
Similar to this vessel, I see my reflection--
Steady now, I am sure of where I will go,
of who I will become.
And I will keep going...
In the face of danger, I will keep going.
I will be somebody.
And I will never give up.
For the Water is wide, and there are so many possibilities--
chances and risks I must take
To reach my destination
on the Other Side.
April 3, 2006
written by Haley
The Entity
The Entity
A door hung open, a draft blown in.
The creeks of the chair,
the crackles of the flames,
dampens the bliss-less silence within.
sparks fly, fire erupts,
the watcher's stare still remains frozen stuck.
Fingers long hardened, lay curled at rest.
Droughty eyes, gazed endlessly into a searing blaze.
A visage of fear incarnate looked on,
like time did once upon his life.
An eerie smile grinned eternally across his face.
Pain: numbed his heart cold, driven his mind insane.
But sealed an eternal smile upon his face.
The suffering that wrought the end of countless others,
brought him nothing but the unsettling sense of security.
Betrayed by fate it self, reason dictates none he must trust.
Tainted his past was, he looks beyond to a darker future.
Having lived through years of cold and harsh winters,
and thundering showers of rain.
A last storm now knocks upon his gates.
As hope begins to dwindle, the mist begins to disappear.
In a moment frozen in time, it all becomes clear,
for the hailed one, must live to see...
...to see it hail at the end.
July 18th, 2007
written by Auron
Untitled (L i f e)
As the sun begins its journey through the vast, open expanse called blue sky
the birds start their sing-along-song, reminding us that the day has begun
and so we b e g i n
and the butterfly soars and brushes so softly against the clouds
its wings fluttering lightly as the heart does with the touch of a lover’s hand
no boundaries
no limits
it knows neither up nor down, nor left nor right
for there is only time and life and it knows only that it must l i v e
and the wind sweeps across the land, carrying away all the voices
all the words you can’t say
you don’t want to hear
and scooping them all up in its long-fingered hands
and pushing them to the far edge of the world
far, f a r away
But when the day is done,
when time stands still and there is nothing left to think--
or hear--
or speak--
(deafening)
S i l e n c e becomes the loudest sound of all...
And the moon whispers softly,
G o o d n i g h t
written by Haley
The Truth of Life
The Truth of Life
Truth be told,
Your still in folds.
Tangled within a web,
you struggle for freedom as days go by.
Hoping to escape the web alive,
You kept struggling as years passed by.
Finally you broke free of the silky threads,
Only to find yourself in regret.
For now, you stand in an endless void of sand.
You search far and wide for a friend frantically,
grasping upon sanity.
You find yourself eventually,
at the foot, a black gate tucked between the dunes of insanity.
Etched upon the foreboding gates
were two lines mocking your fate:
"Yonder here lies death;
for tis life that thou hath left behind at thy own behest."
May 19th, 2007
written by Auron
Wondering...
Wondering...
Why is it that stars glitter silver in the night sky?
How do birds know to fly south for winter?
What tells the heart that it's right,
...when the head says it's definitely wrong?
Who draws the line between
what is real and what is not?
...And just why does he have such power?
Where is Heaven?
How far does the apple really fall from the tree?
...And how can you tell?
...And why is it that tree in particular?
When does God actually sleep?
...Or does He?
And if a tree falls in the woods and you're not around to hear it--
How much wood would a woodchuck actually chuck?
...Nevermind.
(This is what happens when my mind wanders...)
(These are my daydreams...)
(I call it my life.)
July 22, 2007
written by Haley
Dawning Midnight
Dawning Midnight
Shady blue veiled in smog...
Star shines piercing beyond the curtain,
surviving past the misty haze.
It radiates its glittery flare:
a single star, the lone pioneer.
July 31st, 2007
written by Auron
9.8.07
Blasphemy Incarnate
Blasphemy Incarnate
Silken net, silky new, dangles above,
as hope returns triumphant and renewed.
Softly woven fibers of life woven together like fate’s hand:
silvery strings, dripping dewdrops of gold,
bright rays shimmer through as new becomes old.
Time slips...but life moves on;
streams twist and destiny shifts, yet still we live on.
Sunset reveals timeless a truth:
never tomorrows, and yesterdays, never again...
But dawn still rekindles, an old truth forgotten;
that everyday does still begin life renewed.
A page, yet unfolded; a rock, yet unturned;
a book long undone, sealed away;
a ship unsunken, a port veered away...
All these things, left unfinished;
to be long forgotten--broken by time's own hand.
A tragedy, self-incurred; a curse, self-invoked,
time passed away; a priceless treasure forever stolen.
The web woven, hope and fate intertwined, in destiny's evil lair.
July 4th, 2007
Collaboration
