Blades of Grass

I once came upon a road divided,
the earth hardened through footfalls come before
mine. Never had I thought nor decided
these on my own, but now my soul is tore.
An epic journey set upon that path,
advising words vanish in soundless void,
and lights dim opaque sight causing wrath
towards that whichever be my choice.
I speak out to God for his godsend--
pleas unheard, my thoughts now wind together;
strength found within a core never strengthened
by choices made of similar measure.

With deep breaths, eyes now set with decision,
first steps are made to make real my vision.
 
Anger rises from that glorious pit,
a surge of dark matter too volatile
for human hands but takes to heart and sits,
stews, setting itself upon a high pile
of ugly filth, sins and sickness plenty.
Surging with inhuman strength, her sharp words
tug that heart of mine, but un-heavenly
talons bite into my soul, Hell's ladder
spiraling up to let that Demon fly.
Morningstar soars with dark wings high above,
a dark wake left through clear and pristine sky;
he grins nastily from the lie of love.

With strength unkind to manly sentiment,
she twists her words with a devil's intent.
 
Cherry lips glisten on that softened face,
Blue eyes sparkling with trickery afoot.
Her lips curl with anger, words set ablaze
with an unfeigned red passion. Her rage puts
all puny minds at bay, with a laughter
tinkling delightfully on autumn winds
chilling weak mortals-- carried no faster
than her sharpened wit-- upon naked skin.
Her wicked smile ripens richly like wine
as blue eyes settle gently as He sees
that rose hidden among thorns, and her face
softens and burns red with adoring smile.

Timid in rhythm, she grasps at his hand,
now they journey through once forbidden land.
 
Glittery stone cast prism rays across
a darkened landscape, an earthly place
that all men and none live, and ever lost
they step over swampy moors across space
blackened by midnight's new moon, lacking light
to guide their step save for that shining stone.
With a red-raging sound does sharpened sight
reveal that stone to be Her-- rough with none
of which any man can dream. Raw eyes open
and shielded to those fierce rays of red fire,
passion lit, he directed by that sin
original, he steps to raging pyre.

Through fiery gauntlet is stone polished,
roughened edges through love now abolished.
 
Her cold blue eyes cast frosted spell over
all souls that would dare to step forth and take
that which does not belong, but would claim her
life and spirit for themselves with suave rake
talents that are honed through lies aplenty.
Their words are cast, magical spells woven
through their lacking minds, spoken treachery
to set wounds upon her and let open
her heart to, with dev'lish hands, steal her
for themselves and set upon their mantle
her heart of heart as a trophy over
lies blades, but now a man goes to battle.

It is through his sharpened steel he finds her,
and with spoken oaths, forever love her.

 
On a half-meaning taunt did words subtly
define; an idea of wrong, no anchor
in reality, but tangible, darkly
made of stuff without meaning. With heart's door
set to earth, white dreams shatter on brittle
hinges held by broken faith. Jagged lines
pierce into bright gem by error subtle
but undefined, reality in time
stilled in a nova of black. Then ill-words
are wrought, magical and evil, with red wraith
swimming in a sea of fertile anger.
No calming skies can break this raging storm.

Still, what warming sun that kissed lovely seas,
will always be a most loved memory.

 
With the coming of liquid-cool breezes
did an autumn pain bring that sense of loss,
but for a golden sheen of turquoise is
that hurt washed away, revealing at cost
a punctured wound, slimmer than a thread-less
needle, cleansed by a fiery passion:
Blood is wiped away, wound healed by a kiss;
eyes are spun about, vision set upon;
images clear, and that golden turquoise
shines brilliantly within splintered mind's eye
and that set vision finds clarity, poise
set to calm heart despite passionate sigh.

Let this gold vision never fade away,
for a precious life is found each new day.





A sigh is released, smoke tinged with gold sparks;
dark visions are expelled with healing drink
of love's potion, and with every new dark
sight is that potion made ready to sink
any and all that would cause hurt, a shield
most furious, protective, possessive;
a welcome sensation after a sealed
soul is opened beyond past grievances.
With a forgiving sigh, all forgotten,
love's potion truly heals once was shattered:
a soul ill-defined of futures within
and without a universe thus gathered.

Renewed once was broken are steps taken,
a fight for a future lacking all sin.





A swell upon my breast, breath has no yield
with which to clear my mind of doting eyes,
but nay that which I want is thus, nor shield
to any that which cause me no more sighs.
A child once again, pure joy radiates
from innocent skin that soaks golden rays,
and a beautiful visage that does sate
not a single hunger within, thus says
my aching soul: "Give to me that I want,
for love swells brilliant, unyielding toward
any reason and logic which cast taunts
unheard, for I need only answered words."

Incessant sounds distant, do ask of me
that which has always been known: I love thee.


 
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