Look into her eyes

One looks into her eyes and sees the future full of hope and joy.

Like a pony stepping forth from its mother. Its first steps, Full of wonder, yet weak, awkward and strained.

 She wanders into the world intact and still untouched by evil. To virgin to fear the savage who lie in wait.

All the while the fierce truth looms. Itching to grasp her with their lies and trickery. Yet I see the true path, I cannot be fooled. For I have wandered this cold lifeless road before.

Pressed to keep her from harm’s way, I lurch into the dark world. Prepared to slay; the myriads of fierce opponents. For if you reach up and attempt to caress her, I shall react!

 Like the Venus flytrap longing to snap any soul who crosses my path. I will envelope you; digest you, and cough out your waste.

For I am her champion; I will die for her, cry for her, endure pain for her. She is my life, my reward for all of my previous suffering. She makes my tortured past evaporate like the dew, as the noon sun shines. She will save me, as I will save her. We are one, yet I am nothing without her. She is my child, my salvation, my purpose.

The Ocean

The swell of the wave and the presence of fear are both palpable. As I watch it approach, I hear my heart deep inside my head. I feel my pulse quicken. I can run or I can face the wave. It is like life, some big encounters, some small… but all obstacles. A flash of heat washes over me as my palms cool with the sweat. The sun stings my face yet I find comfort in the pain. For the cold hard winter is over. I welcome the warmth. My toes feel the cool sand tug and pull away from the bottoms of my feet. I can hear the ocean call to me. Come, Come feel my rhythm. As The sound of the gulls, warning me to respect the water and all its secrets deafens my ears. My lips are kissed by the salty spray of her arms. Mother Ocean tries to entice me. Yet I am afraid. For I know her secrets, and I know my strength, now as I face her she is formidable and I am weak. I dig into the cool moist sand with my toes and try my best to stand tall but with one swift wave I am pulled under. I feel something slither between my legs; I try my best not to panic. Is it an eel, or is it seaweed? I can see nothing now. I am embraced by the ocean. Yet I do not feel comfort nor love. I feel alone and lost. I struggle to keep the water out of my lungs and my mouth is rendered useless. My nose burns as the liquid passes in and out, up and down. I am finally overcome, and I am tired of fighting. I welcome my death and pray it is swift. I begin thinking of my family and suddenly, with one fluid motion I am coughed back onto the land. I am alive but disorientated, I wonder if this is heaven or hell.  For I am free to live another day.  And to fear, love and respect the ocean. I am forever drawn to her the siren I cannot ignore.  Walking the razors edge; between life and death, heaven and hell.  Lulled into a false sense of security by her beauty.  Under the sun; above the sand, and beside the wind, I live. I live.

Turning his way

In turning his way, the light of invention stirs my mind, the view so sound; no distraction from the heart of it, I seek only sanctuary within him.

Follow the path, that it might guide me by scent, by steps not taken before, the entrance so guarded. He is a champion unhurt in flesh, but wounded in heart.

That time might wear down the protective shield that no stranger has swayed before me.

All who attempts to solve his past look bright into the future with hopes of unraveling the mysteries of his trials. Did one injure him so, or did he simply grow tired of our guiles.

Detoured by the mist and distraction of fear, do not turn away! For the prize shall be divine.

Resurrect the faith in yourself and forge forward as the many soldiers who came before you have. With your shield and sword you cannot be defeated. The battle between courage; and desire, within the confines of your mind. What have I to fear?

No heart may last without fulfillment; no life may maintain without expression of soul, no person shall survive love unrequited. For I will fold inward like a rose without nature’s nectar, should he refuse to extend a hand. Yet I will soar like a freed dove should he take mine.