Love from the Willows

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

Behold the lore told
many times before
of young love and old souls
auspicious lives to explore

A very merry couple indeed

Those that believe in love
could see the varying degrees
reflected by feelings of affection
that they often shared between them

Even on the days that were
ripe with pride and ego
there would always be a way
for their affinity to grow

All of their days were filled
with life, love and laughter
Until the fateful one
where one love
transitioned
into the hereafter

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

sodden mortal eyes
and shattered bleeding heart
Nothing else will matter
to a world torn apart

One love left alone
to roam forlorn
and in despair
A life in pain is never fair
for no other love
could ever compare
to the kindred spirit
gone elsewhere

And yet

There is another
previously unacquainted
with the wandering love
seemingly forsaken
Smitten with the spirit
Taken by admiration

A sweet and sentimental soul
sadly kept at a distance
no chance for kinship
for forlorn love
remains reminiscent

There is association
between the two
but young love is obstinate
resistant to love anew
exceedingly scrupulous
Every breath under review

Then the day comes
where the sweet soul of one
has traveled far
and cannot return for a time

Stormclouds and dark days
prevent any hope for contact
resulting in a negative impact
and young love retracts even more
feeling forsaken

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

Young love sits alone
eyes soaking in tears
heart bathing in morose emotion
Until a presence appears

Love lost is found again
An apparition of the past
Embodied in the present
Reunited at last

But only for a moment

Love is young
and love transitions
but love is never lost
although that’s often the thought

Love that’s never lost speaks
of young loves stubborn nature
often the cause of discord
and disagreements between them
but also the source of admiration
The wellspring of young loves determination
beautiful all the same
but here no one is to blame

Young love can shine again
not for the sake of sentimental soul
but because love has no end
cannot be lost
and when genuine
is always whole

Take note of the Naked Souls
Coming from the Willow Grove
walking along a path
paved with memory and marigolds

They’ve come to tell us what they know

Mummies vs. Aliens

Far in the vast expanse
of the final frontier
A roaming presence searches
drawing near
Persistent
Insists on finding
a missing gift
Drifting
towards discovery and destiny
On a mission
dedicated towards its recovery

A small and strange world
rife with water and life
just might be the key
to end a journey’s plight
Success now in sight
A visitor slips into the atmosphere
entering a world of sand
and bright sunlight

Brick and mortar
ascending to a point
to mark the ending of a journey
Precious treasure
guarded by stone and sheild
yield no real protection
against a single wide beam
emitted from a strange being’s vehicle

The unwanted guest’s quest
doesn’t go without protest
which is contested
with claim of possession
A firm, heavy handed declaration
materializes
deciding the outcome
of this altercation

The extraterrestrial stranger
gets dragged below grains of sand
buried under waves of dry land
hands down a defeat by any means

Back across a few galaxies
A whole horde and cavalry
assess the gravity of the situation
They begin advancing angrily, rapidly
in battle formation
with a great inclination
towards catastrophe
No chance for salvation
if their precious treasure
and compatriot
aren’t returned safely…

Best of Times in a Golden Age

The sun sets and rises to see
two seemingly star-crossed lovers
in their prime
Enjoying their time with each other

Fabled grains of sand fall
Passing through time and glass
Flowing like fleeting moments
Memoirs of the past
and
hope for the future
coming together
Culminating as the present
A beautiful relationship
between the here and now

Shadows and spectres
of acquainted faces
and familiar places
They come and go
paying their respects
to concepts set in precious stone
Symbolic of life and love
United plights
Bonded blessings
The embodiment of destiny’s duality

Life is read by
chapters and stages
Each day is a brand new phase
A turning of pages
marked in the book of ages
If what’s seen
in between the lines can be believed
then tempo and rhyme
reside on the same page

On the same page meaning
the closest they’ll ever be
in age
in time
in body
in mind

Also the farthest
from shadows of death
from pain
from tears of sadness
and melancholy moments
From upheaved memories

The closest they’ll ever be
to all that they long for
and
The farthest they’ll ever be
to what cuts short their felicity

Fates demystified
made no less exciting
no less frightening
no less inspiring
no less painful
no less special

It is in this moment in time
they both realize
they will spend
the rest of their lives
with each other
They each will die
as their loved one can only watch
Fates that can not be stopped
It eases the pain knowing
they have a love
that never dwindles or wanes

Magic manifested in a minute

Their lives are a medley of emotions
melancholy moments
merry memories
with many more going unmentioned
and they embrace every bit of it

Just as this circle
is without end
Their love for each other
is eternal

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Time & Immortality

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Willow Fields

Bury me
In the field of willows
So I can release my energy
Into the trees

Bury me
Among the willow trees
So when it rains
The skys
And the leaves
They weep for me

Bury me
In the willows meadow
Where the roots below
Like to meet and greet each other

Bury me
In a field of dreams
Because they never die
As long as someone believes
Then I stay alive

To Heaven

It’s only with closed eyes
that I realized
the skies were smiling at me…

I was told from a young age
that heaven does indeed exist
I studied the concept when I grew older
and at first dismissed it
Wisdom comes with age
With every turn of time’s page
we creep closer to the moment
where we meld minds
with the words of a sage
I found it often
in bits and pieces
Almost as if it had been destroyed
and scattered across many moments in my lifetime
Now as I follow my lifeline
I study what occurred in my timeline
I’ve been putting these pieces together
and I understood it to an extent

Dear me
Imagine my surprise
when I shifted
Using a different set of eyes I realized
it was a cubism creation
The precision was immaculate
I get to watch these worlds unfold
What I see
depends on the lens I use
Ever since then
I’ve been crafting them
Each one assigned to a lifeline
A thousand eyes
A thousand lifetimes

This One Managed to Escape

This one managed to escape
Every word
Every line
Another seal for its fate
It was created in the darkness
During a time of harvest
Meaning
Its inception
was made through connection
Of previous collections
It was born
To quite a prestigious lineage

There’s an ethereal world
A world where more like this exist
Constantly dismissed
Consistently persist
Though they simply insist on existing
They never cease
They never desist
Adamant bastards

There are links and locks of every kind
Extending from every shadow
From every idol
Every shrine
Capturing these offspring of the mind
Entrapping these young seeds
So as they grow
They never know
Free

This one managed to escape
A Prometheus proponent
Beseeching the deep thinkers
Consistently seeking something special

This one managed to escape
Contraband flames in hand
Transporting ethereal resources
To the land of the tangible

This one managed to escape
Unfortunately
Its anthropomorphic metamorphosis
Was not yet complete
Yet there is a future
Where there is more fortune for it

This one managed to escape
Ran right through the gates
As the ever vigilant fiends gave chase
Sharply whetted teeth
Wet and dripping with hate
Deadly dagger edges that lacerate
Creating open wounds
Where self-deprecation can infect
Leading to a morbid infestation
of disconsolate thoughts

This one managed to escape
Many of them do
From this world
They are Intergalactic travelers
Ecstatic
Having unraveled their own mysteries
The perception of this world
Is the cause of their inception
Each one birthed with congenital zest
Predilections to embark on journeys
To accept quests that test their virtue
And they do
With every rhyme and reason
Though not the best timing
But they escape
They elevate
They create
It is
Their fate