[POEM] Maria


Maria by aufzehengehen on deviantArt.

You are daybreak,

the placid beams of golds and ambers,

piercing the trees, bringing life to the earth.

Shades of rose, of caramel and milk

give way to a subtle hint, the crystal blue reality.

You are daybreak;

eyes show the pining soul of a waking world,

so ready to greet this warm glance,

the heat that is the spark of heartbeats.

You are daybreak.

Ave Maria. Ave Oriens.

[POEM] Wide Open

I’m pining for evergreens

wrapped in white,

smothered in the exposure of

a fluff, fresh snow.

Layers combat layers,

and all I want is chill,

though I hide behind down

and bundle under wool linings.

This is where I thrive;

open up to crystals

by closing up my coat.

Winter-Wonderland-Landscapes14A Winsome Winter to you all.

[POEM] A Needed Stream

Stream of consciousness

Conscious decision

Decide upon your path

Path of life

Life or death

Dead to the world

World made whole

Holes in time

Time beyond measure

Measuring love

Love me, love you

You are the one

One in a million

Millions of stars

Stars beyond count

Count the ways

Way more than you can imagine

Imagine it

It’s almost here

Here we are

Are you ready

Ready the weapons

Weapons of war

War on reality

Reality makes me small

Small enough to fit

Fit me in your bag

Bag me up and take me away

Away and far along

Along the brick road

Road to tomorrow

Tomorrow is another day

Day we’ve been waiting for

For all our lives

Live together

Together forever

Forever with me


What We Want Most

Revel in the scars

still bleeding out for attention:

Begging for mercy to no one,

our voices echo as empty seashells

lapping at our tormenters’ feet.

Take the lashings,

whine and wail and shatter

teeth, gnashing to the rhythmic screams

we wish our voices could reach.

But the tracks play on

and the traffic scoots along

to more friendly melodies;

yet still we chew at the splintered morsels

and grind the salt into our backs

all the deeper.

Toxic elixir to choke the bones down

and our voice is free

to whip the air and all who inhabit it;

let them feel the nails

the sliced flesh of our pride.

And now the moment passes,

leaving only stank breath and

innocent tears on the table.

Seeking to escape,

we merely spread the punishment

and become what we want most

to kill.


And now for something not so depressing.


There. Monk for you. 🙂