Little lost one,
Your eyes are like ice
windows to a soul frozen by the world's injustice.
You were not always so cold.
Where is the sunshine I once knew?
Bold and blossoming, yet
Oh so delicate,
A frost has thoughtlessly ended your smiling.

Little lost one,
You make my heart bleed
with your frostbitten look,
Full of contempt for the light, for the warmth,
For yourself,
And you grow sharp thorns to keep me out,
cruel rapiers leave no room for hope.
You feed eagerly at your old rancid wounds
destroying yourself piecemeal,
Thriving on your own pain
The desire bloody and passionate
to end it and all else
that is you.

Little lost one,
Drink not from despair
That seductive and bitter chalice
Poisoning the soul, and spreading that darkness
Which would consume you.
The sun still shines for you,
but it cannot penetrate the fog
you so cleverly cloaked yourself in,
So cleverly that within its murky depths you have lost yourself...
Please, dear one, take my hand
I will help you find the path
To leave the shadow lands,
But you must choose to reach out,
and you flee if I come too close
cringing from my every gesture.
Sinking farther away from me,
So I may well be trapped in your darkness soon,
Because I fear it will be all that is left of you.
Listen to my anguished plea!
Do not give up so easily on all that you once were and still could be,
and please, dear little one, do not abandon me!

Spring, and the earth yawns
and stretches, luxuriously,
in the warm golden light.
Playful as a kitten,
temperamental as a child.
beloved of all...
Welcome, lovely one!

Okay, so officially, out in the real world, its nowhere near spring time. But this is Arizona, and its seasons move to the beat of a twitterpated heart.

I like that...

So, I apparently decided last night while heavily inebriated that I could write. The results:

Sycamore branches
dance in the wind that
dries my tears.
Salt stains my face
in bitter streaks
and the sun sets
on an icily beautiful
autumn day.

Chivalrous in dismissal
you ride your white horse
leaving a damsel in distress
excaliber
and the lady in the lake
accepts her watery destiny

Consider the lilies, indiscriminately
slain in frost
is it cruel
or is it life
or death?
Can you choose?
Your life
my death-
winter is my darkness
a day too short to survive.

Shivering
though not from the cold
in the air
but the frost in your eyes.


Ah, drunken poetry....

Ever remember something entirely random for no reason?
The seal lullaby:
Hush thee my baby, the night is behind us
and black are the waters that sparkled so green.
The moon o'er the combers looks downward to find us
asleep in the hollows that rustle between

Where billow meets billow then soft be thy pillow
oh, weary wee flipperling curl at thy ease
the storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee
asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas

Its from Kipling's the Jungle book. I dont think thats verbatim, but considering I havent even seen that book in at least 3 years, not too bad, I'd say. I loved that book. And its a very pretty lullaby :)

HAHAHAHAHAHA!!!
I found the "internet porn" song, featuring such quality lyrics as "girl on girl on girl on girl on girl on guy on sheep.
Download it at http://mp3.washingtonpost.com/bands/da_vinci_s_notebook.shtml

Smells of orange trees and rain perfume the breeze. A perfect persimmon day.
It truly is lovely here. The sky is frosted with clouds, but the sun is still quite bright. Days like this make me feel refreshed and renewed. A deep breath and a sigh and I am at peace.
Until I remember all the nagging trivial tasks to be done...and the terrible day awaiting me tomorrow....Wednesdays will be the death of me.
I was informed today that there is empirical evidence to testify to my beauty. Lies lies lies, but the fun warm lazy day kind. Ah...homework calls.