Who Am I?
Lulling you to slumber
a repetitive rhythm
cooling your toes
in sunset tinges.
Hold your breath
to explore my depth.
When I lose my temper
walk away from me
until I wrap you
in harmony.
I’ll burnish your skin
and raise your heat,
leave your soul refreshed
without missing a beat.
Embracing you at dawn,
I’ll show you passion
again and again.
I’ll shift your emotions
and stir you in squalls,
I’ll toss you about
but you’ll rise
to the surface.
I’ll be there for you
I’m not going anywhere,
your’re deep within
my loving womb
as I give birth
to ebbing peace.
Fortune of Life
The paradise I found that woeful day,
brought unforeseen fortune upon my life.
It all began whilst running like a chased rabbit,
bouncing this way and that through the jungle.
I had heard of a place the locals dared not go,
there I hoped to escape deaths wrought iron grip.
The locals here did not accept the outside world,
my futile attempts to modernize them caused this day.
The jade river appeared as if summoned by my need,
the majestic beauty near stole my thoughts of clarity.
The locals would travel here for the healing power,
but far from the cave where the river came to an end.
In the folklore of the peoples past, that cave held great evil.
I had once approached the entrance, black fear held me back.
Fear now drove me into that place, spears grazed my very skin.
The dark so black your thoughts take form with open eyes .
I feared that I had met my end for a spear had run me through;
it seemed to disappear as the darkness engulfed my very thoughts.
My feet splashed through the warm water as I crashed into the cave.
The stale air, cooler than the water, caused a mist to cut the light.
The pain from the spear left me weary; loud waters kept me leery.
Looking back I could see light filter through the fog, voices echoed.
Then without warning my foot was swept away taking my body,
searing pain radiated out of me as the spear was pushed out.
Floating, nearly dead and only half conscious the water swift,
The roar of power consumed my thoughts; was it deaths voice?
Water began to cover my face, filling my lungs with liquid death.
Then a fall began, it was only a few milliseconds before darkness.
I woke sprawled out upon a rock in an eerie blue glow; gasping.
The coughing lasted a long while, near unconscious from a lack of air.
Remembering the spear, my hand shot to the place I had been pierced,
Not a single sign of the spear of deaths grip that had pierced my side.
The iridescent light was from within the water, eerily pretty.
This must be the golden place of transition, from life's grip to deaths arms,
yet the reality of this unfathomable place was far too tangible to be the end.
It was the moments while contemplating life and death I found fortune.
I found a patch of natural light, radiantly glowing from under the blue.
I swam to the place and dove to see from where the light had come.
A hole in the rock, through it I swam, to come out into the ocean blue.
Years I searched but could not find the cave but life, my fortune it gave.
The Mist of Navagio Cove
The days in the unrelenting stormy mist,
unnumbered like the days on that wretched ship.
Toiling as a slave of the devils torment;
starved of the bountiful riches of nutrient food.
The cargo of this ship of torments tide,
began to savagely haunt my harrowed soul of stone.
The screams of the poor women below,
pulled at the cords that held my hearts hateful ego.
Smuggling the vise of man's demise,
had brought me to a fateful cry out of the misty sea.
"There must be more than all the lies!"
My voice echoed about as if rebounding back to me.
The only other living soul on that ship,
screaming from atop the crow's nest near the bow.
"Turn 'er about, we are to run aground!"
But torments of my deeds left me frozen to the deck.
The crash was tremendous on the impact,
The man was hurled from the heights of the nest,
landing with a horrendous sound, "crack!"
The lifeless form a reminder of this life's mortality.
Here I lay on the haunted grave of Panayiotis.
The blessed ship of my sandstone hearts final demise.
For now under the radiant sun of Greece,
I lay tormented by my past deeds; heart beating true.
Her story
Everyone knew who she was
Excellent student - perfect daughter - intelligent young girl
Everyone knew she had a bright future
Becoming a doctor - a nurse - a teacher - a mother - a wife
But she hated that everyone knew what she wanted - and she didn't know what she desired
A boyfriend - friends - alerted parents - conscious people
She hated that her future was starting to become empty
No fun - no parties - no laughs - no dances - no thoughts
But everyone realized the mistakes she made
Failing a class - there was a secret - forgetting her assignments - she started crying - not eating properly - she wanted to vomit - not smiling again - she was dying
She hated the tiredness and realization of her status
She was once a good student - she was once a perfect daughter - she was once a intelligent young girl
She realized that she was breaking, that everything was a waist, that her time was cutting, that her dreams weren't coming.
She had cancer - heart cancer - advanced cancer
Everyone still wanted her to fight, to go to collage, to be someone
But days later she committed suicide
Everyone stopped talking about the young girl and kept their thoughts to themselves as they now realized - she had fought enough in life and it was time for her to breathe once again in the other life
R.I.P the fighters in this world and never judge people without knowing how they feel and what they've been through. . . Don't become a judge, become a friend.