The Colorful Race

              

               He looked at her and only blinked, while she barely glanced at him while walking over the bridge. Her face as if etched out of stone gleamed under the noon sun. Her hands light as feathers looked graceful as she drew shapes from her fingers. The colour of ripe fruit, so yellow was she. He swallowed his own breath and clenched his fist with dread. His skin glistened with sweat from working under the same noon sun. His dark luminous complexion worlds apart from hers. Yet their blood still ruby red, and breathe still the same clear blue air.

                He closed his eyes, to feel her near. He knew it was her, by the song of her heart. No matter what they feared, colour of their insignificant skins would play no part. They spoke with eyes and words of the mind, heard by no one and seen by none. Sitting by the clear blue lakeside, green were her eyes and brown was his, but still only the blue lake could they see. They felt the same raindrops as they day neared its end, and ran on the same thorny path back into wicked reality. A faraway place only known to them, they hide so often, far away from the kaleidoscope of hateful colour.

                They remain to this day, continuously running away, hiding from others who hunt them with pitchforks. When mother earth painted him and her, she did so for beauty and to match the earth where their mothers carried them from. Two nearly invisible creatures scavenge the lands to hide, away from the prying eyes, away from the spiteful words, away from hate. They seek for a place where love prevails. Where he need no more look at her and only blink. 

Penned in Dec '09

Art: agape__philos__eros_by_hrwilliams

Intoxicating

The fumes wrap themselves around her,

she doesn't feel their warm embrace.

No more far, instead now so near

this is such a special simple case,

she has just forgotten how to stear

now that she is in such a daze.

It hurts to loose those who are dear,

she hopes its only a phase.

The wispy fumes travel into her nostrils

they draw soft lines on the heavy air,

she hardly thought about how it easily kills

she shouldn't have agreed to the Devil's dare...

Now the wind has stopped and the air is still,

so is it safe for her to stop and stare

to take a step back, close her eyes and feel,

the air so still...

The clock is ticking

as time begins moving,

the music is playing

as they begin dancing,

the people are staring

as she is falling..

into the deep.

Everything is disappearing

as the air is intoxicating.

Penned in Jan '10

Art: ecstasy_by_XeNzo

Love Prevails

I am unashamed to beat my chest and shout out  loud

that what rules my heart and head inside and out,

is nothing but pure love, thats certain without a doubt

for am always breathing, seeing and living that love sound.

Many obstacles assume they can tie me down

with wretched rope and chains all around,

but I am a talented escapistonist escaping before dawn

while others rest peacefully, i'll be long gone.

I walk for miles and run head long into the oblivion

years, deacades and centuries on, I will run on and on and on,

fuelled with love as I always am, I will rule the world like no man

like the sun above the fields, I will smile at my land.

Oh love, sweet love am but a loyal slave to your bidding

I am not in love with love itself, that may be misleading,

alas am intoxicated by the fumes of my loved one's being

he stands tall above the rest whenever am keen on seeing.

Alas! I will give in no more to pain and sorrow

I will throw my arms in the air and jump today not tomorrow,

into the arms of love so great and yet still mellow

for am no prisoner, but a willing wanderer in love's meadow.

Penned in Dec '09

Art: Love_by_arlek_in

Cracked Mirror

Into the looking glass I peer

not to see a maiden so dear,

but instead to spit on my reflection

disgusted by my imperfection.

I changed my face today

to hopefully wash my sorrows away,

but instead I saw the same person

only tainted and broken.

My hands are bloody, my eyes soar

the nihilist laughs at my own fall,

the optimist now a cripple

shudders when she looks at her devil.

Once we laughed and sang

how I wish we were back to how it began,

I was once the hope and the light

now I regret taking that awful bite.

Into the looking glass I peer

not to see a maiden so dear,

but instead to spit on my reflection

disgusted by my imperfection.

Penned in Nov 09'

Art: cracked__video_draw_up__by_BluuKitsune

Flight of Freedom

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Daughter of the Sun

and wife to the Stars

there's no need to run

no need to cover your scars...

Free at last from binding rings

dance now to the tune your heart sings

flutter away before the day breaks

go now before the earth quakes...

~

Artwork: fallen_angel_by_michael_c_hayes