A man who loves unconditionally, who never judges or scorns. A man who wakes up proud knowing his children are who they are, supporting their decisions regardless of what he deems fit for his love will guide their ways, his life will empower his children with the knowledge and love that will enlighten his children’s eyes. For he is their father,mentor friend for as time goes by his life will reflect his children lives as fatherhood becomes a circle of time….
My father gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person, he believed in me -Jim Valvano
We couldn’t extinguish the fire so we engulfed it with our sins. Incinerating all that was lost, only to inhale the smoke that suffocated us within.The air drew cold but the flames burned our eyes.We could no longer see around us, only the stench of sin laid upon our burning flesh, as our bodies became more alive. Our temple was doomed underneath the ashes that burned out of control, slaughtered and ravaged, a shattering of all forms. For the temple was the only place we amassed, it was the altar to our defiled and befouled bones,our sanctuary, our beauty, our reality we had. We frolicked along the alter, gave homage to our sins, an adulation of sorts an apotheosis we began.Immortals we were as we taunted fleeting eyes.Our mortality ran short, the carnage of flames raptured our bones, scorched flesh consumed by what was left of the Eden we had made, for only to deluge our sins upon the mortal fools as we danced upon their irrelevant graves…
Love is a smoke and is made with the fume of sighs- William Shakespeare
Broken into pieces, shattered into a myriad of infinite fragments that left imprints that can’t be replaced. The bond that held the glue together became undone and so did his love. The numbing echo of opaque pieces left forsaken were for her to fix as she fixed most of the myriad of infinite pieces that laid across her open wounds, the salt never numbed the pain but the pieces were left untouched only to be restored by an unimaginable silhouette that shadowed the unforeseen magnificence of her life and of her love.
James Jebusa Shannon- The Sevres Vase
“When one is in love, one always begins by deceiving one’s self, and one always ends by deceiving others. That is what the world calls a romance.” – Oscar Wilde
Indifferent Apathy waited for the possibilities of what could be. He sat there waiting again for those moments that he could barely despair and believe. Indifferent Apathy walked along the narrowed ledge, losing his balance, his focus, losing his merry way again. He began a path that reached a sudden wall for the narrowed path gave in and the concrete ledge began to fall. The wall stood so still so tall, higher than the clouds that floated above the wall. Oh, how he seemed to be losing it all, oh, how his endearment yearned to be. He stood there wondering as he looked up to the endless sky, will there ever be lovely maiden revealing his love and opening his eyes to a new light. For he knew how Indifferent Apathetic he was, so callous, so blue, but his indifference became compassion and his apathy turned to warmth when he opened his eyes realizing she was standing there before him this whole time.
“and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant and whatever a sun will always sing is you” – E.E. Cummings
We are all born into a dynamic twist of fate plunged into a life filled with individuals that we deem our family. Families suffer strife with different stories within each individuals path yet, those paths intertwine with the love is where it all began. Blood is thicker than water when we need those in times of need. The connections run deep no matter how far or near we all reside and in those moments we know regardless of the silence or time they will always be. Those who have succumbed to another state of living we still feel the memories as if they have never left this world. A world we all create with those who we love and no matter the strife, family is family and once our branches brake another seed falls and another dynamic twist of faith begins.
“The creation of a thousand forests is in one acorn” – Ralph Waldo Emerson The Tree of Life by Gustav Klimt
I can feel the eyes locked on me like prey. Waiting and stalking for the right moment to attack. A savage has laid its eyes upon me as if I am fresh meat in an open field of prey, waiting to pounce in the right opportunity to feed their hunger of flesh. Yet, the savage reverts to the caveman as his undeveloped cortex lessens his decision making. He begins his approach as he wants nothing more than to pick his prize and drag his meat away. The classic courtship no longer exists, the delicate swooning of a woman is neglected as savages and cavemen squander thru the endless dens of possible prey. Evolution has returned to an era where sex is the relationship and the relationship is sex. Savage love is what prevails in this time and for love, love is now nothing but mindless games. Men armed with their swords on guard to challenge the next savage that stumbles their way. The debauchery of unforeseen hope that men will evolve back into the true classic man that once walked among the women courting each one with class that is truly deserved. John Vanderlyn 1804 “The Death of Jane McCrea.”
“There is a savage beast in every man, and when you hand that man a sword or spear and send him forth to war, the beast stirs.”
― George R.R. Martin, A Storm of Swords
Have you ever danced with the devil in the pale moon light? The subject of good and evil, yin versus yang. We seek a balance within ourselves. Some seeking familiar shelter, some runaway to only have the clouds follow behind and some dance with the devil. The devil numbs their pain and makes them crave an imbalance of their soul. Speak figuratively of the devil as it portrays addiction. Some addictions can be a functioning balance the individual creates and others transform themselves where the addiction becomes them. Watching the devil dance around people you love created an imbalance within myself. She allowed the imbalance, She allowed this darkness because all she wanted was for them to see the light. Love, hate and anger wasn’t enough, it only engulfed her with more sadness and rage. Learning to let go and not blame. Learning to love regardless of all of the shame. Balance is your interpretation of what you deem fit. We all dance with the devil sometimes and maybe the balance is the beautiful pale moon light.
“Nothing is at last sacred but the integrity of your own mind.” – Ralph Waldo Emerson, Self-Reliance