Red Maya

"Ghosts are famous for laughing. Saints laugh. Angels laugh. Laughter is the sound of Heaven, I think."

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Cum catapultae proscriptae erunt tum soli proscript catapultas habebunt... When catapults are outlawed, only outlaws will have catapults.

Tuesday, June 13, 2006

Venus smiles

Venus stands at the door, unexpected...
her golden light flooding in to rescue the dream from the darkness that has enslaved it
beneath her cloak a green dragon curls underfoot...
as she opens her dress and the stars of her galaxy shine brilliantly white like diamonds
in her eyes, the birth of a thousand suns illuminates the path you forgot you were walking
in her smile, you can see your dreams again, the ones the angels helped you create before your birth
yet, in her cuped hands she holds a secret, inside a beautiful teardrop of crystaline blue
she reaches out and offers her dreams to you, so that you may know what it feels like when light melts
for she can hear the pulsating rhyhm in everything she touches
the way things dance, the hidden places where laughter is trapped
a world that so many have buried and forgotton, is given out of her love for you
so that you may see again, dream again, and know that you are already whole...
you only have to realize that her universe of love is inside of you and was always there to begin with...

the forgotten fairy

stuck under a spyglass
tangible gravity is trapped
on a table in the corner of a long ago abandon room
among your scattered collection of things
I struggle to find escape
you dither, and dont come back to free me
too busy in your mirrored rooms
I leave a tiny footprint for you
pushed against the little orb of glass
although useless when turned around
perhaps only an annoying blur when directed towards the light
but as I take in my last breath
I hope that it will someday remind you
that I was here...
an infinitesimal souvenir of what has been forever lost

covetous

looking through a window covered in frost
mesmerized by the lovely crystals that distort your form
outside, the cold air callously whips against the windowpane
as you laugh and make snow angels with my beloved

leaving...

She lay motionless, encased in the empty predawn darkness. Her shift, soaked and caked with black red, wraped around her small form like a cocoon. Some small figuritive beating of her heart still exsisted; she felt the last of its dominance comanding her broken body slowly and fluidly like a wave of numbing euphoria. Her life spilled out in front of her eyes like still pictures that no longer contained any measurable amount of happiness or meaning. The sweet inocence of her childhood, her mothers comforting embrace, the river where she met him two summers ago, the eyes that had sworn to protect her from all of lifes' uncertainty and pain...these no longer mattered, had irrelevant and erroneous value. Her soul no longer cried for justice, she let any lingering thought of hatred for her accusers slip away. Her sentence was to die for a crime that she had unknowingly only played a very small part and in her undoing, she was blinded by her love for him. Only his face now remained; the look of love tangled with shame in his eyes as they took her to her death, the trembling betrayal in his voice as he denounced her. The last wave of pain sent a chilling ache throughout her body , then let go as the window high above sent a deluge of light that pooled and pulsated on the cold grey stone floor all around her. This is it, she thought, this is where all that I was and all that I will never become will finally come to its end. The unfathomable and disheartening conclusion to a beautiful existence realized in a cold, damp cell; and within its barreness, her only salvation, was the light of the morning sun.

I'll meet you in the light

pieces of painted clouds fall on my tongue
I ingest the dream incased in blue
the elusive rainbow looms high overhead
and guards the sacred conception of Eros
I am running with your light beams
clutching them tightly against the threat of imminent night
my fear convolutes the dream for a moment
as the tower of Moirai bats three golden eyes
and yet, as I see it, my beating heart quiets
the tree, in all of its breathtaking splendor, has taken form
just as we knew it would
it transcends our tearful plea
just underneath the blue
our creation has endured
and now begins to bear fruit
drink with me
dance with me
spin dizzy circles with me
I'll meet you in the light...

refracted love

bending brilliantly the beautiful light
a refracted love blending with my own
a thousand years can feel like stardust
until they set fire to sleeping dreams
sensations of passionate yearning come in waves
and pull me to exhilarating depths I never knew existed
just underneth seafoam green, I am held captive
where the all of the reasons resonate like thunder
you stand in front of me like an angel
tugging at my heart strings
so many of my golden threads are bound to you
...intertwined in your beautiful light rays

definitely serendipitous unexpectedly

definitely serendipitous unexpectedly

you feel like old white
the ash of embers that long ago
sprinkled their fairy light
serendipitously
the light comes yet again unanounced
yet somehow relevantly expected
~spin the wheel
~fly out of the blue
~and into my sky
you are here
and I am dancing in the rain
catch me