Just me's blog: "Poetic"

This breath that breaks the threshold of my lips can seize your heart, make you hurt no more, bring heaven to your feet, and cause your mind to sore. I can speak with razor blade tongue, or with beauty so pure as to make angels shed their wings to get a closer hear. These things I speak of you will never see, never hold within your hand, these things are mine, my life, my soul, my heart, my will to be more then you.

I have been cut down from this noose around my neck, begging for my breath, longing for my death, siphoning my life through its small cutting fibers, the sound of my gasps are still in the air still beckoning for the snap, I can feel the reaper tapping on my shoulder as he fingers the blade of his scythe, "fear the reaper" he whispers to me, I scream as the little door under me opens and I drop like a rock, the surprise immense, as I hung there with a burning length around my neck, to my shock I fell from this rope with a thud as I struck the ground, what freed me from the grave to which the rope was the key, love I think, as the rope was fear, and hate, and the knife that it was cut by love pure love, what being put fear into deaths eyes I do not know but I will love it for all my days.

I am that evil that you hate because I love more then you, I am that caged Beast set free because I’m just too pretty I am that weirdo in the corner to shy to Speak because I’m so proud, I am that Poison of the mind that feels so good I am that razor to your wrist because You don’t see what I see, I am that Lonely soldier in the middle of a pointless War because I wont kill for YOU, I am That free spirit in the wind, the heart That is lifted so I can sing, the scientist That cures your disease of hate, I am Free to this world free in this world Free for this world.

Still beaten soul and furious heart, blood lust for ages and cold steel hand. Death to the righteous but honor the fallen, price is pain and reward never-ending. Rivers of blood and loss of will, bodies to bury and children to do it. Reaper came knocking and left well trodden, darkness came and stayed till the end. Barren earth became red and sky became black, fumes of burnt flesh and souls not at rest. This is war, this is hate, and bodies like land mines to the mind litter this land, from hatred Of difference that we misunderstand, wisdom came not and will never yet.

In the widow's hour was I conceived through the mourning of the dawn and feasting of the day. On the morrow in the dark of night will I shine like the moon in radiant heat for love of life ill deceived. Within this shallowed shell of hates embrace should I leave and wake in fields of silky green. I wish with all my will that I were able to steal the scent of heather and rose to give with sweet abandon. Could I love with expanding sight I would bring it with me through all my days and deaths touch I would evade. With the light of day beyond my side in the willowed winter of this day my love would grow to hear the whisper of my fate. The stars in the eyes of the heavens scattered clouds and winds can heal this sickly and withered heart of mine.

Tonight I sit on the moon My eyes filled with stars And my mind filled with dreams Of the life I will meet in my celestial orbit, Short and green, Tall and blue It wont matter They shall speak in odd little ways With clicks and pops And I will simply smile, They will come from places I never heard of And teach me of their ways Making me better for it And I will smile Thank them and go back to my moon Sit and dream of what is out there View the crab and dragon dancing with the lion and Orion Blasting with some metal, I love my moon and the things in it.

I love snowy nights when everything is Quiet and glowing like nothing else can I love the silence I love how the snow looks On the branches I love to watch my dogs Run and play in the snow I love the breezes That blow the powder snow into little cyclones I love to stand at my window and stick my head Out and watch the snow fall I love snowy nights.

Sheets of rain on window pane and sky lit black through muddy day. Darkness comes and darkness rolls through pillowed tops and natures folds. On mountain top I sing my song through hills and trees and valley long. Birds I see in trees so high through leaves and branches I watch them fly. I hear chittering bugs oh so small through hollowed log and tunnel wall. Natures song I love so well through brambled tracks it casts its spell.

I am a ragdoll, stitched crudely and with many mistakes, I fall apart at the lightest tug in the wrong place, and Get mended, but I will never be the same, stuffing Falls out, and I am torn, my only friend is love, love From the one who made me, love from the ones who Play with me, they see past the bad stitching, past The rips and tears, past the little patches over my Body, and past my imperfect frame, I know I am not Perfect, and I do not want to be, I am loved because I am different, and I am something special.

I can smell the cold And feel the night, I can see my breath Though lack of light And hear the souls Of long since dead, I can taste their blood With fear and dread And I know there back From deep within, My soul now aches With thoughts from Past lives relived again.