Jungle Ethnics

The trees in the jungle shade the light of the sun,

just the way the body shades the heart.

And the darker the night fall,

the more the world opens up to the mysteries inside.

The cypress and the palm together in the savannah -

the great cultures created and isolated by none other than our own. 

Images From Winter's Spring

The still images, portraits lying on my floor

remind me of who you once were.

And the sad pulsating winds of autumn

mount their plea against the winter's sun -

his beams lacking power in this fortress of cold isolation.

And I wander through the images,

pure with their likened hate,

identical to yours toward me or mine of the same name.

He once tried to overcome her cold abandoned spell,

pronounce winter to be no worse than spring -

an abundance of life.

She fought, icicles against his rays -

piercing his amber shell of organization

with the isolation and aloneness that only she could bring -

the splitting image of death's cold hand -

yet even the warmth of death cannot be seen through this frost.

And you return to me, sure of your own salvation,

your hate stronger than ever -

as I cast my cold shadow towards you just once more.

Aching Pasts And Forgotten Memories

I always try to forget my past -

or at least the parts that ended like this.

I try so hard to move on from the silence -

but I can't help but to hear those voices still yelling at me -

the same petrifying words they used then -

so many years ago.

And I hear a voice, now here, in the present,

wanting to know exactly how many times

I can replay the same things in my head,

constantly uncovering a new answer, a new truth.

And I always lost track when it came to you.

A simple nightmare, a hate-declared dream -

yet I always feared my judgments true -

I always feared I would remember you.

And the blood-thirsty cries coming from across the room -

the emptiness within my shallow womb.

And how could I tell her the anger I felt?

How could I explain the new rage which was dealt?

I simply decided to let go, move on,

but I still hear your voice, the screams are strong.

Held Tight

I carried you nine months in my womb and nine more in my arms.

The thoughts of you replacing emptiness with long lost smiles and peace of mind.

Surrendering my past and starting again - a new world in your eyes.

I held you and I wondered why I ever thought I knew what happiness was - what joy meant -

I held you as I wondered how beautiful your smile would become as you aged.

I held you as I admitted my only love, last night - and I held you so tight.