Heaven and Hell

Through the window, I see your shadow cast in the shape of a thousand desires. A heart bleeds in desperation, in the blind yearning for the beat of another.

Memories hearken to an erstwhile tryst, a conspiratorial congregation of two bodies forming a single shape. Smoke and vapours embraced the tense vibrance, as lovers shook their hair loose in the silence. A rivulet hushed through their secret garden, granting ghosts refrain in the twilight of their encounter. Silent locks found their keys, and fingers gleefully kissed quiet corners smiling in weary acceptance.

The energy bristled within its limits in warning. A spectacle of light and fire ensued. Two spirals intertwined, violently conducting a masquerade of struggle and passion. In frantic anticipation, the ground stood overawed, and the firmament withdrew. The rain lashed out, and the struggle changed dimensions, a tussle between the forces of the earth and the heavens.

Eons passed in this ceaseless battle. All that is known is the rain prevailed, though what remained was merely meagre in force. A hiss sat uneasy upon the land, spent in its endeavour. Neither fire nor light were ever seen again.

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You are my only joy, raining down on me from mercied heavens.
And I, a wanderer, caught in deserts dry, for the rest of my times.

Arpeggi

I'd be crazy not to follow where you lead; your eyes, they turn me.

They turn me on to phantoms I follow to the edge of the earth. And fall off.

I get eaten by the worms and weird fishes.
Picked over by the worms and weird fishes.
I'll hit the bottom and escape.

Potent words. Crazy imagery. Reckless thoughts. Mute emotions.

I feel the oncoming onslaught of a kaleidoscopic vomitorium of the severest intensity.

God help me.

And you.....

I absolutely crazily adore you. I worship you, and the steps you take. From wherever to wherever else you move.... I beseech you; to grace me with your presence for the rest of my life. So the entire affair of living is a joy. An affair of heart and of spirit....

Seafarer

We have to live in a city where it snows. The blanket of white drowns the city's insanity, and the soundless beauty of a snowflake slowly floating down to rest on your coat makes you think of cotton candy as the snow-decked pavement crunches beneath your soles. A tedious walk turns into an exploration of joy and all its frivolities. A shiver turns into a squeal, and being cautious is a secret joy lost in the folds of a whispered secret.

A noisy, boisterous animate city is brought to Still Life, even as the shivers bite away at the bone.

Conjurations of another dimension.

A bow draws across nickel strings, conducting the chaos into form and model. A quiet lull dances with this mournful wail, and trails trace paths in the wake of your laugh. Stardust sprinkles savage this voluminous vacuum, as razors whip through the newly breathed air, carving whistles where the barest of fibers once hung. Ribbons and rods and clouds of God descend into view, to give shape to the nothingness within everythings that did not yet exist. Nothing existed were it not for that song. Just the song.

It was what she sang. Were it not for how she sang, it might never have existed at all. She sang it with her eyes, she sang it in her smile, she sang it through her touch, she sang it all the while. Her voice was the bow, her voice the string, her voice the crescendo, rising a thousand steps to mingle with the cumulonimbus, then falling through the depths of thunder's bullish wisdom.

Her words began to take a shape. It was not perfect, this shape; some might even have said it was far from it. But it mattered not. She called this shape "perfect". With tantalizing gestures of a gracious hand, she willed this yet-amorphous being in a beckon to the heavens. The shape rose, still cycling through its metamorphosis, searching for wings to spread in flutter. Panic broke through its skin, to assume odd proportions, odd angles, and unbecoming wield.

A surge of power erupted through the eye of the storm, and what had yet not been was drawn into the vortex beneath this rising missile, this unrelenting force still struggling to recognize its own shape.

The calm in her eyes brought calm to wings aflutter. The song in her heart brought heartbeats to this lifeless enigma. Her touch brought recognition of self. Her lips brought forth hunger, thirst, yearning, desire. Her laughter brought mirth.

Her embrace brought him into this world.

Coke-shaped whore.

.teef ruoy ta nus eht ecalp dluohs eh ,lehctas sih otno srats wes uoy fi.

Sometimes, love just cannot be made to wait, no matter how hard we try.