Discovering new beginnings and remolding visceral concepts. Hints as to where to start and how to look when finding a relevant voice for new expressions. Exploring one's heart, redefining one's dignity in a changing landscape.
Writing and reading in ASMR, soft spoken word poems created for relaxation and stimulating the creative process, as well stories of untethered exploration.
Tuesday, June 26, 2012
Centuries lain in twilight satin Soon the dawn shall bring repose Casting forth a life now laden Drowning with his sin of woes.
Hers was oft the voice of laughter Hands so soft, and love devout Shining bright the two inciser Wounds upon her lilting throat.
His was drawn in to her shadow Hovered with her every motion So consumed, his joy did canto Ceased her hearts demure devotion.
Never glancing, ever seeing Eyes of dark, unholy grace Pulse of cold, her crimson streaming Comingles with his earthly trace.
Aimlessly his vast despair Cursed in every breath he breathes
Life defying, past revolting Daylight shafts at last shall tear.
Finally her eyes reopen Like chrysalis in warming air Celebrates how love shall render As butterflies, to kill despair.