Flight

 cradled in the darkest feathers

carried through the night

moonbeams falling on pale flesh

wings heaving through the air

chilling to the skin

thrilling to the soul

forest hymn arises from the wind

heralding the choir of chaos

calling from the stars above

eyes darker than the nocturne veil

peer into the innocence held in its bosom

no issuance of terror from lips

frozen yet in the hypnotizing abyss

behind the wings, and feathers, and eyes

yet this theft was freely given

a release from a cell of misery

originating within crosses and clergy

rooted in judges, scripture, and fire

this order that knows no bounds

except for the ones they indulge in

ignoring the natural order of the chaotic choir

that descends from the stars far above

the creatures calling from the wild

offering the escape from those prisons

on wings that sail through the unknown

fueled by the reaper's breath

freedom passed on through truth, love

or in this oh too often case, death

The uninvited

 trauma is a sneaky bastard

that carries a knife behind its back

it will take that blade out subtly 

and decapitate you when you're not looking

to replace your head with its own

it will lie to all your friends

telling them you're too busy for them

just so it can keep you to itself

it will hurl stones at your family

so they will keep their distance

while it wines and dines you

to the bottom of a bottomless glass

it will start speaking in your place

cloning its temperament onto your own

you will become its patient for impatience

leaving a bitterness in your mouth

and a shattering chaos in your heart

it will shutter the windows to your soul

so you will only find disturbance outwardly

and not a note of peace from within

it will do all this so it may spread

as the viral illusive beast that it is

so you not only serve as its victim and host

but its most precious servant and tool

biding its time within you until

it seizes the moment to strike again

 

Red maple wet

 phantom of a plane

drifts through the low 

hanging whispers of 

this day's downpour

the beads of its blessings

stain the windshield

on the chilling journey home

advancing green turns

slowing yellow and halted red

in the mirrored streets

and echoes of the darkening day

all those shiny streets

and miniature rivers flow

home to Ruthman and fading

flora faces looking down and humble

below the giant, red, maple, wet

The stone

 it was your eyes beneath the moon

the waves in the breeze

the fluid of your clothes

the waltz of your hair

the stars were candlelight

glowing in the chamber

we were enveloped within

this chamber that pulsed

to the sanguine rhythm 

of our heated veins

it was your eyes beneath the moon

that lured me into your chest

you caged me there

a prisoner to your desire

as I slumbered to the sound

of your thumping heart

the fading faint percussion

within in my prison cell

it was your eyes beneath the moon

the smoke rolling off your soul

inhaling, suffocating, surrendering

collapsing at the precipice

that echoed your name

shouting it through my bones

I would gladly sip your breath

to relinquish your final rest

 

Of what returns

 some of us are comfortable 

with the idea that we will return to the earth

but I haven't met anyone comfortable 

with the idea that some things return from the earth

but it's heard from pulpits and tents

ye must be born again

yet if it's actually done

it's damnation of the soul

even from those whose lord

asked them to eat his flesh 

and quench their thirst for his blood

and he himself stole from the tomb

bringing life from death

becoming the rebellious spirit

that had previously been cast out

always the daring to be used for visions

and then burnt at the stake

drained of their potions

then pressed with judgements and condemnations

robbed of their philosophies

and drowned in the public's poison

for fear burns in the unknown

and they're willing to sell their souls to know

but none of them are willing to actually pay the piper

and return from the earth from whence they came