Let ivy grow over my grave.
Let God make my body
a joy, a beauty; and a testament
to His power.
Make a place for birds to
nest in my headstone,
so that I may look back
and see new life
following my own.
SeashellsI found a matched pair
Of broken seashells.
They were halved, but not from the same whole.
Each orange half-moon had been trampled
By a careless tourist with eyes only for the waves;
Each had been bored through and gnawed at from the inside
By some seafaring worm;
Each had been beaten by water and stone,
Battered by wind, tossed by the gulls.
Their tips had been worn down to points like wings.
It was as thought hey flew together and met in my path.
I threaded wire through them to make earrings,
So that the pair would never be apart.
Ella Violo - Chapter 2Ella liked autumn. The sun didn't rise too early or too late, and the air was still warm while gaining an air of crispness. She rose on the morning of the thirteenth with an enormous yawn. A mouse in the corner echoed her sentiment.
"Good morning," she said to the little creature. The mouse skittered back into its home in an old holey chest against the wall. "Gotta get a cat," muttered Ella as she threw off her blankets and poked Tomas and Alejandro awake.
Maria was already up and about, frying eggs in the kitchen. She was only two years older than Ella, but she already looked like a mother. Her brown hair was tied up in a messy knot at the base of her head, and smile lines were appearing around her red lips. The smallest thief, a four-year-old boy with quick fingers, clung to Maria's apron as she swept around the room, stirring bubbling pots of porridge and soup.
"Up already, Ella? Must
SistersWe are the worriers, the wishers
on low-flying Boeings, willing them up and
away from our homes and businesses.
We found ourselves in old England in
New England, winters with no heat and
summers of more weight.
We see love in white and wrinkled faces,
in cupcakes and pencil boxes, in train schedules
and in ordinary time, cut time, and thyme patches.
We may sit quietly but we will never be
silenced save by shouts and each other's
We were the perfect girls, and we are the working
women of east and west, the white North,
wit and will and worship.
Panick 3Do you ever worry about going mad, Mother?
I do. It started one day
when my mind stopped sounding like poetry
or conversation. The transitions rambled.
I found that my head was off-kilter, or my eyes
wanted blue and red more than usual. Did you
ever feel that, Mother?
I had hoped it would go away, but internal
monologues don't stop when the script does.
The crazy, I mean. Why does
it linger? I would think that better minds
than mine need the twisting. But what if
we all went out of our heads for a while?
Could that fix things? If we could forget,
maybe problems would vanish like the ponies on the highway.
Wouldn't they? Like the posies? I've never
seen a posy, Mother.
Ella Violo - Chapter 1Chapter 1
So, you want a story? How about The girl who grew up too fast? Its one of my favorites. I know, youve heard it before, but theres so much you can learn from it. Especially if you want to grow up to be like me. Dont give me that look, Tomas, I saw you watching my hands on that job earlier. Good thieves dont come from nowhere.
Here goes. But you only get part of it tonight. Weve got a big day ahead of us tomorrow and you lads need your sleep.
Once upon a time, I had a little family. Just me, my Papa, and my Mami. We lived in a modest house in Caligari territory. Papa was a merchant, and Mami sewed and cooked. She and her friend Amelia made the most beautiful things with linen and lace, and Papa sold them to traders from Castille. I went to the market with him one day, when I was about four,
A CURRENT OF ETERNITYOh how I yearn to clasp the Crescent Moon
by my fingertips, sleep against her cradling
curve as I dream of stretching myself from
Star to Star, catching their twinkles in the
myriad depths of my eyes to highlight the
landscape of my Dreams, while others only
see echoes of emptiness when they sleep and
dream-I know in my Dreams I am closest to
the Spiritworld-for we are one breath of
Timelessness, one silver current of Eternity
where there is no end and no beginning-
just the essence that turns molecule iotas
into golden ideas, and my dust that I've gathered
in a jar with the seedlings of my Dreams...
I will wait until a strong Wind blows past
the brightest Star before I remove the lid
and empty the jar into space-then will the Wind
pick up speed and turn these fluttering moments
into eons, oh how glorious it will be to give
their freedom, to watch them endure Eternity,
and as they smoothe the scars from my soul
and turn my tears into a kissable breeze...
I know that I am a current in E
Snake DreamsNever forget the snakebite,
taste of venom on the lips,
like a drink from the Shaman's cup.
I saw the serpent in the grass,
like a blade caught in the moonlight
so into the darkness I followed.
You were standing under the
Tree of Knowledge waiting in the shadow,
in your arms I found myself until
you began to squeeze, hear the sound
of my ribs begin to break as the dream
The snake was watching me with hungry eyes
and a strange sort of love it could not disguise
while I struggled for breath like a hand around
my throat, it only smiled and pulled me down
Into the darkness I was swallowed
falling into the primordial womb,
with a smell that reminded me of the tomb,
I could close my eyes and sleep forever,
like a taste from the River Lethe.
But the snake always sheds his skin
and what dies must live again,
I found myself in the middle of oblivion
but the walls where thin and wh
MiscellaneaWhen the sky cracks
and ashes fall
Those are the ones
who must save us all:
Look to the Loyal
Seek out the Caring
Find one with the Knowledge
And call to
the ones who have roamed
the ones who will bring
Honor and Virtue
A PrayerI had it… I really did, lying in bed this morning
The words rolling around in my head… poetry and explanations
Answers to everything in every second
A turning kaleidoscope of colored glass found in every molecule
The universe in a thumbnail
I need to stop and accept… to allow
Every flash of sun on every ripple on every lake
Every drop of dew on every blade of grass in every meadow
Every blink and sigh and thought and step and stumble
Every breeze across every leaf in every forest
Every planet in every galaxy in every universe
Not to put too fine a point on it, is a miracle
A miracle is a single cell and a long day and a smile
A get up, get out and get on with it
So simple and basic and elemental as a laugh
I am close, I can feel it, it is right around the corner
That cheese at the end of the maze…
That carrot. That brass ring. That clarity.
I love the irony of my life in all its bitter-sweet textures
Thank you seems inadequate, but it is all I have
I AM YOUI have crossed time and space to be here with you
I am the wind in the night
I am the wolf, I am the lamb
I am the gentle falling rain
I laugh, I cry
I am the roaring hurricane
I hug you, I push you away
I am young, I am old
I have crossed time and space to be here with you
I am you
For I am... I am wingless, created to mirror madness within.
I am soulless, never to die for a single sin.
I am everything you can never be.
I am eternal and the end of everything.
No man nor god can transgress my omnipresence.
Every string of fate leads to the same ultimate consequence.
Look around you, I am in all you see.
Have you finally found your god?
Or have you found me?
I exist outside of time, watching and testing your race.
The weak cannot survive.
I’ve made you who you are today.
You are sparks of life, made up of energy I’ve lent you to survive.
But all comes back to me, flowing through an endless cycle of decay and agony.
All you’ve made up is in your head, no angels exist, all gods are dead.
I will show you the abyss, all flows through me in the end.
I will bathe you in darkness, as you contemplate your flawed existence.
For I am…
The Symphony of Death.At the opera
The Symphony of Death
Performed by angels
And wearing black.
Your Faithful ServantFather, I shame Your name.
Please forgive me.
I am Your faithful servant,
but I always mess up.
I am not worthy of You,
yet You continually bless me.
You are so good to me,
and in my guilt I wonder why.
Put sweetness on my lips
and purity in my thoughts,
for I tire of failing You.
I only wish to serve You.
I'm SorryI'm Sorry
Time is running out,
Everything is so distant,
And I don't know what to believe.
Everything is so hard,
Lost in a world's confusion,
Like a twister tied in a hole.
I need to leave for awhile,
There is nothing worth,
Smiling about anymore.
No one will cry over me.
I'm not worth the tears,
Life's abuse has taken a toll,
So it's time for goodbye.
I'm not worth any tears.
But everything is worthless.
No one wants me to stay.
I've waited too long.
Here is my goodbye,
No one will cry over me,
Because I'm not worth any tears.