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I gazed upon the steep, rocky mountainside,
the wall of granite which,
mirroring my innermost sorrows and concerns,
precariously were balanced two hundred feet above.
The titanic burdens hovered menacingly over me,
inspiring fear from their leviathan caliber.
I imagined the heavy gray stones
tumbling down the abrupt descent,
crushing my fragile bones under oppressing weight;
forcibly pressing the air out of my lungs
as I screamed in misery, bemoaning my tragic fate--
to be buried alive within a stone grave.
Inwardly shuddering from my disturbing image
I turned to flee anxiously away.
But then, one by one, the rocks came
trickling down, increasing in rapidity until
they merged into a monstrous river
in which I would drown.
A crystal chandelier hangs from the ceiling,
lighting the room as my life was once lit by you.
Deceiving chain holds high the chandelier,
proudly displaying its thick metal rope,
concealing links that are weakly united.
Slowly iron joints painfully separate,
one link causing the other to fall.
The sparkling chandelier slips
and then crashes upon the hard wooden boards.
Shards of clear glass scatter everywhere.
Painful minuscule splinters of my heart
glistening, fragile, diamond fragments,
being carelessly trod upon by your feet.
Melted crystalline tears pouring from my eyes,
freezing into man-made ice upon my cheeks.
A brutal, dry wind ripped through the blistering desert,
sending blinding torrents of sand
into my parched mouth and gasping lungs,
suffocating me with its minute granules
of hopelessness in my seemingly vanquished state.
My life’s journey was now encumbered by a fierce tempest
that poured oppression from dark storm clouds above me,
leaving me thirsting for the sweet rain of relief.
I desperately sought a desert oasis,
for a familiar comfort in my hapless plight.
And so I found you, awaiting me upon this
scorching desert’s Garden of Eden,
preparing for me a place beside you
amongst rich ferns of lustrous green
and radiant rays of sunshine that shone down hope
in a brilliant, lustrous golden celebration of life.
Wrapped tightly in the loving warmth of your strong arms
I found that for which I had so frantically sought:
an inner peace, optimism for our struggles to end,
for I now knew you’d fought the storm by my side.
Stunning two lovers completely content in each other,
a savage surge of dry grit suddenly tore apart our gaze,
ripping us apart in a fierce tidal wave of anguish;
fiery sand harshly wiped away our tears with a course hand.
Strong breakers tore apart our desperately clinging fingers,
forcing us to woefully observe as we were forced further apart,
until once again we looked across a vast ocean of sand
with eyes longing to catch a mere glimpse of each other
to last until we should find our beautiful, harmonious oasis again.
Once more we waited restlessly for the mighty gales to end.
If I could
weave a dream for you
I would create
a scene on a mountaintop,
looming above a glistening lake,
rustling trees and tranquility
surrounding two lovers
contentedly listening to a bird's song,
arms wrapped around each other,
enjoying this private moment.
Gazing lovingly at each other,
their lips would meet
and their hearts touch
in a moment seeming to last for all time.
Then, when you awakened,
you'd confusedly look around,
searching lazily for me,
not yet realizing you'd been asleep,
that the experience had been
a subconscious illusion.
In your hazy, dreamlike state
you would still feel our blissful kiss,
the texture of my lips against yours.
In my spirit form
I would gaze down upon you
and smile.
I must enclose myself in
a place where salty tears cannot venture.
Where an icy cold tundra freezes my heart;
capturing it in its frosty depths,
so that my unbidden emotions are no more.
Find this chilly world for me,
so that I no longer need to
face the harsh realities of this cruel Earth.
Send me so that I need no longer despair;
take me to the fathomless depths of
my mind’s snow-laden artic,
where old age and death are no more.
Why must people age?
Why is it that as they grow older,
they often complain of cold
as the relentless summer’s heat beats down?
Is it some terrible parody of death,
that they feel the Grim Reaper’s icy chill
as they prepare for the grave?
To my heart’s frosty limbo I must journey,
where I feel no sorrow at all.
Where these questions no longer
force themselves to the surface of my thoughts--
where reality ceases to exist,
and I no longer need to face my fears.
The morning sun
shines down upon
the aging tree.
In iredescent rays
large branches appear
one mass of green,
each leaf no different from another.
Then, in noon’s light,
the appendages take on other hues,
various shades of green, orange, and red
now apparent to the eye.
The mighty oak
stands proud and free,
each leaf unique, diverse.
I strolled along the dark beach,
the waves darting amongst my toes,
moonbeams reflected against the shimmering water,
illuminating the mysterious sparkling sea.
While I gazed accross the moonlit horizon
the ocean seemed to call to me,
whispering softly of far-away places,
opportunities, and secrets of my future.
“No,” I balked, for I was afraid.
“It would mean change,
which I fear, for I do not yet
feal ready to face the challenges lying ahead.
The waves lapped against the shadowy sand
and spoke in gentle, hushed tones of
a crossroad in my life, how I
must choose which path was mine to follow.
I glanced over my shoulder, at my past
and knew then there would be no turning back.
To my right and straight ahead
were barren, haunted by dreams long denied.
So I gazed accross mysterious waters
a final time before I waded into darkened depths
until the water was waist-high.
Then I dove under the gentle waves
to emerge and begin my swim
towards the allure of the unknown,
to achieve the golden orb of the night.
Ferociously rain beats against the windows
and the fierce wind howls and cries.
Lightening flashes; a dagger of brilliant light
slicing through the dark sky
as the thunder roars.
To hear thunder roar is to hear the
heartbeat of the Earth while its soul
tells of years past, since the days of helplessness
felt by primitive mankind against the elements.
Its message sounds clear: despite modern advances
humans are still weak, unable to
challenge the wrath of Mother Nature.
Exhilaration rushes through my veins
to the rhythm of the primal drum
leaving my senses awake and alert,
thunder’s taste sweet against my tongue
as I watch this awesome battle of man and nature.
A wooden puppet am I,
dancing and smiling upon the stage,
waiting for the audience’s approval
as the puppeteers pull my strings.
“Twirl and spin!” they demand,
tightening their hold upon my ropes.
So I perform for them my awkward, false dance,
invisible tears wetting my cheeks,
as the onlookers clap with glee,
and the puppeteers schreech more orders.
They are merciless in their choreography
as they tug my cables to control my limbs.
I, a mere marionette, am not powerful enough
to continue acting out their lie.
In my mind my nose grows longer, returning to its
origninal branch form, like Pinochio, my brother.
My wood is thin and delicate;
I will crumble under the nylon’s strain.
I wonder how much longer
I can obey my masters’ whims?
How much longer will it be before
my dancing halts and
I tumble down upon the floor,
collapsing within myself?
And I wonder, if I were to call for help,
would anyone even hear my cries?
Violet flames burst
out of the white oblivion
brought to life by the artist’s hand
transferred from the minuscule paintbrush
to the blank easel
in expert, swirling strokes.
Joyous purple am I, finally free
of confinement inside the prison of the paint tube,
offered as a gift to this moment of creativity.
It is all I have ever dared to wish,
to be part of an abstract masterpiece.
Now my dream is fulfilled,
and I lay dried against the easel,
appearing sharp and regal
compared to the pasty yellow,
domineering red, and flamboyant orange.
This is my destiny, and forever the world
shall gaze at my immortality.
Wishes
Hopeful,optimistic
Wanting, imagining, aspiring
Gazing longingly into tomorrow
Dreams
