RedemptionRoad

Hush now, Be not so readily cleft in twain, my beating heart, For yonder over June's shoulder lie those Summer butterflies and Velvet affections you so meekly, Earnestly desire 'Ere this morn reach its end, Midnight's lingering fog will lift its veil and dawn's brilliant light will be laid bare as the crown that it is Upon those you love so dear Be not impatient, young Galahad Know nothing of this building impetuousness within your heart Yours is not the tale of a tragic Lancelot, lest you should fail to stay your hand before its time. Wait, and reach For the Sun is yours Its majestic crown, flowing robe and guiding star will

Her happiness a staring bullet fear my heart would stop if i peeked past my shoulder's recluse Sit anywhere, anywhere; she chose next to me Unbridled, no shame, second thoughts she twirled, unbridled, all she had and sat Wedding photos her next diversion. Even the corner of my eye couldn't avoid her glow and, asked, she admit it was her moment she was basking in. October (november?) but it looked more like July they looked so alive I told her as much And then there it was. Smile, smile, brilliant smile. Burning smile Unforgettable smile Piercing blue crystal ocean  eyes Flowing dark raven hair Already her figure complete

Shadow of the dream      It’s my dream...  It’s our dream. Holding (something that doesn’t hold) me back Afraid to watch it all dissolve Gorging one day, starving the next I confess its baselessness before it devours me      before I become the meal. He won’t let me return; I cannot go back Each as paths diverging, (she and) I have no other      choice There’s nothing left to steæl No more time to heal      (the wounds are grievous; sins are great) No mementos can keep me now, I’m stand

following the motions falling for the steps thinking that there's meaning behind those eyes, except i know just what you're thinking i know what this will be i know it's ee cummings but it's still the same you see no matter how pretty your words no matter how wise you read no matter what we've shared you've still abandoned me and i speak as though it's past even though it's yet to come but i know your heart's still (w)restless i know your search has just begun and i know that though these passing signs are all i wish i've won you and i, two passing lines have here this once come to meet but i doubt, it will last how from

Woman sitting in the metro Why were you staring at me? Head rested on a fisted hand What did you hope to see? Sad eyes staring jealously Was love looking for me in need? Angry eyes gazing coldly Exasperated sighs slipped easily. She was lonely, sitting in her throne And I felt so small to look on her; her pain made her look old… Brown leather her royal armour Proven useless against a raging poison. Aloof in thought, far from reach; Would you have let me in? Departures come and couldn't help Leave but thoughts behind. I'll think of you; I'll miss you now; But won't you be just another Face in the crowd, or stranger with

Fragile flower blooming A ruby brooch in distant fields Haunted by its looming shadow It prepares to fight another night Of freezing in the midnight breeze One can only admire in the distance A summer gem glittering in twilight day. The perfect mirror to a perfect day Mother Nature wears her invitation to redemption Her pride and joy An end to the old and start to the beautiful new tomorrow Where more flowers will grow Somewhere new. But do you remember, Fragile flower When once you were the blowing wind? When once you moved the clouds and then The very hearts of men? Whereas once you swayed me to and fro And kissed me swe

I am the Betrayal ; of the man I could have been of the boy i used to be i am the broken shell of what my future had in store and the testament to yet another mortal's fall of hopes and dreams shattered, splintered into a million pieces and each one loving-ly paIN-fullllly            folly                        fallen put bac k 2-g ether.                   t hey  &#

A last strand of hair Still stuck to his coat Hanging by the end of his sleeve A bother, unappreciated Until he places it Over the handle of his seat. But he does not get up and leave just yet, Rather, the strand stares him In the face, his face A contemplation Not mock, like his counterpart Who, he now discovers, has now become A history-hidden testament To the heart he won. Never did he think of such small couriers To carry such grand declarations A lost line of beauty Granted freely To him A faithless, unchaste believer One seeking always more… But this sign, rested by him Staring him down his soul Watches him

A cry A scream Tears; An innocent left without her soul A broken trust A wounded will A light no longer glowing The cut Her history A flowing river: A desperate attempt at escaping despair Never desperate enough…

Black star in the sky Shining shadows lurking nigh A testament to encroaching dark A lonely beacon:  the dead man’s lark A shadow warrior comes creeping past Hoping this odyssey will be his last Knowing his pain will never end Knowing the world’s will will not bend A single crow An unkempt road History passing, Repeating slow This is the last thing That this love will bring His heart shan’t more sing, Paid more than it owed. A gallant trot lost to the night He hides his wounds; an unfinished fight His enemy lost, hid deep within wood Only a single crow understood. “Legion does not fall alone, And you