Paradise

Desert

Folder: 
Love

Sunlight blinds you

Burns my eyes

Hard to think this

Is Paradise

It’s far too bright

For us to see

As I am cooled

By a breeze

Diamond sparkle

From the sand

Rainbow light

Across the land

Desert beauty

But still cool

For my wonder

The sight is fuel

I look at you

You look at me

In the shade

Of a palm tree

That we’re under

I gaze in wonder

I can’t believe I have the power

To hold the love of this desert flower

All alone we are together

Will we ever leave?

Never

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Secrets in the sand

knowing you the way I got to, helped me really appreciate the rain pouring down, & to look past the clouds.. 

I never felt one with the sand until you touched my hand.. even the fireworks weren't ever as breath-taking.. 

you to me, were like a piece of breathing earth, with eyes, & ears.. a heart.. but too many fears.. 

I can't say you have much more then me, though.. & it doesn't matter which one of us is less flawed..

 

I wish I could fly away to a paradise, somewhere i'll finally have all the closure I need... for everything..

I feel like I have to fight with myself everyday.. battle of self esteem, hopes, dreams, disappointments, needs.. 

I battle to stay awake, & I battle to fall asleep.. 

 

wherever did the peace go? whatever happened to the flow...

I got lost in the forest of my mind, trying to become free..

but more then a few of these deeply rooted trees have collapsed & fallen on top of me..

scratching at the dirt, gripping at the grass.. I can't breathe..

 

is love just as much baggage as hate..? because they both seem to feel equally heavy..

maybe inside i'm just overweight.. 

maybe that's what i've been seeing.. 

how can I work from the inside, out..? 

how can I prevent these ups & downs..? 

do you even know..? I didn't think so..

it's all up to me.

 

learn to appreciate the rain... even if it's drenching you in pain..

i'll always be your secret.. 

Author's Notes/Comments: 

2.27.13

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Take my hand, it won't be far -
let's walk together into dark.
Reality can't cage our hearts,
I promise you it's just a start.

Are you afraid of word 'forever'?
Forget the meaning life has given.
The place I'll take you to is better -
be brave and break out of this prison.

Create a world anew from scratch,
mold its shape from void and silence.
The bluebird won't be hard to catch,
it's our home - the new asylum.

By the fires of burning paradise where love has now died

Folder: 
Azrael's War

"It was love that burned heaven to the ground...love that started a war, and love that has now separated me from father."

"Then why go after us?"

"Because I hate you."

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In The Light

Folder: 
Poetry

This future is crazy this future is lucid
never knew this future would be so euphoric
endless horizons unending pleasures
warm sensations of paradise of eternal life

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The words of what is to come

Folder: 
Azrael's War

And then the image of the angel Azrael bled out from
the abyss and with open arms, softly spoke to his followers.

"The gate of heaven will closed and paradise will shut you out, but my kingdom is always ready."

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For those who obey the code

For reasons long since lost in the past
the surface of the earth has become a forbidden paradise;
a mythological land where the great civilizations of man once stood
tall under the heavens and defied the gods
but now have become nothing more than mythological horror stories
told by the master programmer
as it installs fear into those who live within the walls
of the mainframe to keep order and obedience; to keep its programs
from becoming too self aware.

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Potted Pastoral

....................................................A garden and this hosepipe. A yellow, rubberised snake looping around the grass.
..................................................................The sun shines down on me, ultraviolet sparks water to glass—
..............................................................................Light daggers fall, pitter-patter piercing the ground,
.............................................................................Thud splish thud splish into the pots, as all around
.........................................................................................Rural paradise is planted and created,
......................................................................................All of that green for which we all have waited.
.........................................................................................Fence round it, say “this is my domain”,
..................................................................................................Pot miniatures just the same.
...............................................................................................................Eden in ceramic
.........................................................................................................For the modern manic,
............................................................................................................Unaware of the truth,
.........................................................................................................But ready with “forsooth!
......................................................................................................We have a swain and maid
.....................................................................................................Frolicking through this glade
....................................................................................................With sheep and bells array’d...”

And all that stuff
We love so much.

........................................................................Our paradise must be artificial, for gardens must be sheared;

................................................................ Control our divine right, ....................................... (Yet at the dead of night
................................................................ Control what could be feared;............................. Foundations seem upreared:
................................................................ Foresee a coming drought.................................. All is lost through foresight.
................................................................ And march on ‘til next year................................... These roots grow under here.)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Probably my favourite

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