She’s a shining sunflower that runs free through the glistening trees. As she twirls so gracefully through the leaves and glances back smiling as her sweet sound brings life to any weeds that have fallen between. Her beautiful glory always glows as the shining sunflower blossoms and her sweet smile grows.
As if it were a vision, a reality we both stood strong. Longing for the moments of the world we created. As the details that abdicated the words that our world came crumbling down. There’s silence as the echoes fade and the acrimony subsides for a silent absolution is heard. Our love that lies within us as our world slowly and silently collides.
For every being, there’s a glimmer of deception instilled within our psyche that can penetrate the obscure walls that we create. We unleash these walls in hopes to grasp that the reality instilled is just an omission of sorts. For every being has a glimmer of vitality that pervades within these obscure walls; for how can we see the deception when it’s the perception of how we encounter it all. The enemies we see, the allies we face, for you see; it’s only the heart wrenching reality that we perceive that becomes our glimmer of fate and our desire of life
Sorry within sorrow that radiates an unprecedented trail of remorse that leaves this mark of disdain. As we speak words that echoes no meaning but only the sounds that portray this image we demonstrate. For words now are just figments of truth and perception. Sorry, I’m not sorry; overwhelmed by the actions displayed, as if it were just a play and your the leading role taking the stage. I’m not sorry for how I feel, I’m not sorry for my conceptual semantics. I’m not sorry for feeling I have to say sorry as the difference is I’m not on stage. Many appear to be living in this spotlight, their own little world as we all try to fit in this world leaving an unprecedented trail of remorse yet again and I’m weary of words now as now we hear what we want to hear and sorrow radiates the perception of the real truth.
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
It came crawling from underneath a rock, twisted and burrowed for no one to come upon. A little home made for no one to see underneath a broken limb right next to a tree. The home became the reality of life how simple things became, how transparent the world was made. For underneath that rock, they made a home far away from the hawking trolls and the bewitching scoundrels that now master the ground above. They left a trail for others to come seek for the trolls and scoundrels would never look below the rocks and the trees. One day came and the sound of thump echoed to the bottom underneath the rock, for others have found their trail and the look of their faces bewildered them as they slipped deeper below not knowing that they came to bring them the news of the goods. The world is a better place now without the hawking trolls and bewitching scoundrels so please come up from underneath that rock. They were startled and scared how could they make another place home until they saw the face of an angel gazing down, they knew there was no fear, there was only light from above, this rock was just a casing of what they thought the world had become.
“We are each our own devil, and we make this world our hell” -Oscar Wilde