Enviable Cataclysm

It is catastrophic, like the violence that pierced the air when the first people attempted in awkward voices to sing. It is a line of sinew binding you and I together in the unseen. Though stretched thin by distance I can still hear the murmur of your pulse like drums in the darkest jungle, and though the rhythm be intense it is still a familiar calling that I match with my own fervor. If you were to ask me honestly what I missed, i would confess through unnamed rosaries the quiet things that brought me pleasure. I admit to disaster, waiting with each bated breath behind veiled words, for only a trickle to cross these lips would leave them raw with unimaginable taste and if coupled with yours our bittersweet muse would come to conduct an orchestra of two worlds colliding in enviable cataclysm. I lay it now before me as melancholic ambrosia, something tasted yet never forgotten, something willingly given yet never fully taken. Thus i come to curse providence which drove you from me, thus i came to curse myself seeing the inequities in providence as my own... and all only to admit in whispered words, my head bent upon your shoulder as though it were a pew:


That if i were lonely i would crave the company of your voice,
if i were sick i would find my cure all in your presence,
and if i were dead i would seek resuscitation at your touch, it reaching far beyond the veil of the perturbed immediate causing me to forfeit all before this one despotic truth that governs me so.

Honesty

Have you ever looked into someone's eyes and known that poetry could not explain their complexities and that flattery could never describe their gaze? Even though you could spend hours lost in complex thought, you could still not arrive at an answer and peering through candid eyes your soul could only resonate with yes. Thus it is now that I come to address you all. Without inhibition I confess only to desperation, to death with dishonor if only to prove a point. To believe that the powers may be made my shoulders wide to carry more than one weight and my frame bent to the floor be closer to the generosity of the earth. I carry all this for you now, because for you it is a weight well carried, yet carried under selfish means is just a burden more. I confess to you hope everlasting, to life without surrender if but you seek a meager hello. I would beg your pardon for my relentlessness for within finding truth one can not simply surrender, and within my undying fervor there can exist no taboo. We are two bodies sharing one soul, how could i exist without such glorious conflict, how will you turn your cheek to me and with spurned words say... no? And thus I surrender and declare war in single breath.

A prayer

As rest come and claim me, illusion spare my thoughts. Determination come and steel my spirits, may I do deeds without thinking, may they follow they way, may i be humble in my righteousness and pass into the days of tomorrow without regret. May i grow in measure of control beyond the measure of my strength, though strength be apparent, may it never come to replace true power. May i offer up tribute in the calculated silence, in sacred stillness, for a poet fears not the fire but the ashes left to bare. May i be challenged every day by the unseen hand and may i be promised the retribution of payment fulfilled. May i find a cause worthy to die for, may i find people worthy to live for, may i be blessed enough to see the error of my way.