cherry blossom obsessions

areĀ an endless quest to find beauty
and once you have it, to keep it,

not realizing
that sometimes

heart breaking poignant beauty is in impermanence

You

She sits on the bed, her knees drawn to her chest, a writing pad with a sheets pinned to it lying next to her.

On it are careless doodles and a careful semeblance of the profile of a face. She stares into the distance, her thoughts obviously somewhere else, and shakes ehr head to glance at the sheet again. Emotions roil inside her, as she searches for the words to express her feeling. That tumult that … she has not succeeded in expressing, not ever, not yet. Still, she takes another shot at it, setting her pen on that not-quite-clear sheet and penning the first word.

You

You are entrenched within me
Immovable and irremovable
At least in the here and now
As permanent as flesh can be.

This warm heart-blood
That pulses through my veins
And throbs through my pain
Suffuses my being…

All laced by the drug of you
That thought that holds me
Steady through the day and nights
Vision that I see through time

You are entrenched within me
Immovable and irremovable
At least in the here and now
As permanent as flesh can be.

Her face closes with concentration as her hands move swiftly. What is on them? Perhaps given a mirror she would have known, but I do not. They may not have been perfect words, but they flow now, in a smooth stream, the things she has not said. When done, she draws a line underneath it, lays it down and closes her eyes.

Not even this was enough to say what she felt.
Not even this.

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Note: No, not RL.

Love Song

Life's supended
Frozen feelings – This is my
Interaction

Fire burning
Liquid stirring – Calling to me
Satisfaction

Hope awaits
Touch responds to your caress
Attraction

Your eyes on me
I see the look and to me come
Fearless thoughts – my sanction

Sanctity is not for me
This craze for you stands undenied
In some fraction

Hear me now
For the wait is done – I break my mould
With steps in air, I gasp, my breath…
Rarefaction

Pretty girl
Goes back to sleep
Snuggling now
Heads to dreams
This is my
Last action.
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To the Gathering

Dipping through the wind and the clouds, darting through the heavy air to reach the thinner one that left spots into her eyes – ah, Shadow was reminded of the time she had been flying TO the Gathering rather than now, when she was flying from it…

To the Gathering
The fierce delight of the kill,
The exultation as my wings tense
And with eyes keen on prey,
My talons flex before they hit the soft flesh
And the yielding weakness
Of what was once a dove but now…
Is but a morsel to keep me alive.I know no other way to be
I cannot imagine – being without
The wind in my wings, the high rising warmth
And the call of the blood in my throat
Of the scream that strikes fear
In the heart of most creatures but…
For me is a cry of my freedom

Wild I am and I rule the clouds
The sky and all that lies within these
This is my domain, this fringe between plain
And deep forest, the one with the Tower
Of darkness and death and evil uncounted
In the secrets that are wrought inside but…
There I will go, see for myself.
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Reason

Reason should not serve to justify belief
Would that belief arose from Reason
And the mind was the celebrated point
Emotions were considered a reflection
Of neurochemicals and pressures in the brain
But this is the world of rationalisation
Here the Science of Thought is replaced
By the Art of feelings and “instinct”

Like a well rehearsed lesson, I repeat
Beliefs that I have seen over 1276 pages
It took verboseness to a new height
A completely different meaning to parasite
The world of producer consumer that is natural
Seems cruel, unfair, unreal and unnatural
When compared to the Mind of Man
A fantasy as a book, does the system work?
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