©K.R.N©
- - to honor she who eye have given up
with ever the heaviest of hearts - -
I would never shun her from viewing windows into my life
but what eye am sealed from is the right to rely on her
as with every story that is a life
when one abuses anything
like relying on a ability/spiecal person
then well when the character
is presented with a shift
in the stage
of stories
life will always
step in an take away
what was so much like a limb
the more I care about you
the more unreasonable I become
so with everyone I try to skim
along the surface never wanting
to enter that red mark
fore once there
my devil is free
its funny
my passion
must be controlled
bottled&taken
in sips
fore it is never fair
to the other
the depths
of my passion
or its demands
of self
&
other
trapped
in my affairs
*
- - spoken rived- -
“yet”
if you learn anything in life
be it this that life is not measured by how you live it
but how you spend dying in it...knowing what has been
paid before us and after us.....in order to know
what one is willing to die with
rather then just what one
will live fore
“some”
yes I know this is a very dark narrow of a swallow
if taken by the hands with rigged eyes at their fingertips
the story is easy to paint if not soak in splatters
as would be if one dropped a bottle of red wine
but one must like eye have said before
sleep in the eyes of serpents
before they can really
understand me
“yee”
eye would be willing to die
the enemy of all life
if eye was able
to free
the blood
within
us all
in the process
*
eye have drifted long enough
fore eye from the start have said
this will be my last hymn to her
eye the monk known as rOo
the devil of devils
must suffer
caged
but before eye am bound
in seals&oaths
before the ritual
comes to a close
eye would spill
these last
few seeds
of self
to bloom
something worthy
of her sight
*
myths turn into a kiss with destiny
as dreams gather from the folds
of the finite absolution
known as memories
each moment
a fluttering
beat of
a souls
wings
spirits
dance
along
this
mirrored
lake rippling
each firefly's
flickering
speech
eye stumble
chasing shadows
along these cobble paths
fore how does one truly
honour she who is
& forever will be
the muse
of the Dogstar
that is rOo
how does one
reveal
the spells
in the silence
of her stares
charm&wit
in her ease
though she stumbles
balance is her show
always able to catch
every falling piece
before descent
can reach
the surface
in a dance with gravity
she who's motions
kept many a witness
to the parts of life
no one talks
about
but to self
there is no emptiness
her being will not fill
she who painted fifty four strokes of thunder
chilling me to the bone at the desire of stars
fallow of life she shimmers from any distance
her vim&vigor
for the experience
of life's webs
as they sway
in a spring breeze
ebbing with the thoughts
of clouds&sunbeams
eye camped under her stars
a not so silent witness
to the glory
that is
her
eye sing with silence
as my heart roars
what my mind
can not paint
the mystery
that is the answer
she opened doors
when all eye
saw where windows
sealed shut from
any seeping
coolness
she returned
a sense of passion
to meeting strange
faces in the dark
the frosty smitten
scent of our
physics
to-get-her
*
once a nightingale sung that
eye was a knight of the forest
fore eye knelt down bowing
humbled by the glory
that is she who
like the roots
to the tips
of a pine's reach
“four one merely had to listen to the trembling terra”
to hear the songs of her heart
calming awe that is a storm at sea
witnessed at the bare foot of foaming surf
that much eye can say is she without a hint of doubt
a simple complexity zooming by at the speed of smoke signals
when pressed closely all the matter seems cluttered
yet taken with a step back
&
the forest that is the perspiration dressed as settling dew
or more the inspiration seeping from her being
smiling at me now.....
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