Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Reflections of storm

Long pauses, to drawn out silences.. and the words of grace ring true. All I could ever give you was the will of God's from a book I never understood. From stainless steel lies to outside perceptions of a pretty little package, all of it rips through the walls of paper thin plastic. Smile - They say though they don't know how the scar tissue of a Glasgow grin creates a melancholy horror that never quite reaches the eyes.

Precarious and smooth, our steps of dead dance within our bones. The give and take of ill fated poison kissed lies hang true while straps secure heavily hands behind my back. Cold waters ring swells of waves overhead and still I fight the current for a breath of air, the relief of clear skies. Sparkling sweet the stars above, my eyes caught in wonder, and I find it again.

Fire sweeps white hot lightning through the crash of thunder thumping beats of the heart. Will becomes tempered and solid. I remember. I Remember.. the feel of arms that wrap around me, curling me into the warmed embrace of a lover. A heartbeat that rings in time with my own. I forget that there were never words properly forged to offer him.

Stood solid, on a ground of his own honor, the world never knows how to handle him. Beyond the ties of fate that have frayed and tattered at the end, he stands there still, voice raised to the storm. Comforted in his warmth, bathed in his light, I can only stand at his back, to protect what is vulnerable. My arms around him seem so small. My heart in time with his own. I wish I was enough to give him strength. I wish to stand with him against this storm...

Sometimes, just sometimes.. I can believe that I'm enough

Sunday, January 1, 2012

Whispers

Just a rush of a heartbeat shudders soft stricken words past plush pouty lips. Full breaths taken to honey suckle sentences that didn't have a meaning before the heart began to shake the very foundations of the soul. A deep rush of fire flickered flames against a cast iron heart, seeking somewhere within it's depth to ignight the embers of passion lying deep beneath the surface.

Hope stains pretty against an alabaster olive cheek while tears pour mascara driven dreams down to shatter beneath booted feet. A rise of will against the dreams that echo in the  background of every coarse and rude word uttered.

The fog hangs heavy to every gasped breath, every strained word that rails shrapnel to walls of solid stone..

I see you. I feel you. I know you..