Craving Core

My Mind can barely hold the image

I see behind my face
That is how Craving takes its toll in my Soul
And I weave a Mirror,
I weave it all just to uphold
the Limitless nature of Being.

We experience Waves unifying their holiness,
rising above undisturbed waters
Embedding love like a comforting breeze,
forming unlimiting places of Sacred.
This, my Love,
is the very crest of living.

Dimensionless have we watched our souls emerge
shift their nuances of enlightenment
shed their tears of unholy judgement
rising on the Wind of Easement
To meet our choices

For now, when rising to the Crest of Life
I silently hide the Crave in my Core
The dreams for More
Watching the waves reaching offshore
Further
by Painting You on a Mirror

Skye

Scream.

Let my lungs Bleed while I Scream;
let them All hear it,

bare their Souls in it,

fear facing it

[shake their roots to Responsibility]

Let my blood Flow
Freezing in my Veins
let the World tremble in it,
stumble before it,
become humble through it

[call their hearts to Retribution]

Let me Stab my Self to Infinity

break it apart,

annihilate

Leave it

..May they never Forget..

~ Skye ~

The First Breath of Sun

Watching walls vaporize into nano drops,
finding new forms;
shading pictures
that color the edges of an expanding Mind.

I find Life to give support in the Breathing
as if the Morning Breeze is only for me.
I look through the catalog of Lives Passed,
and find You missing in my current one.

The Soulful Cores communicate in Distance

It's such a craving to think You up
and lure You out
from the myriad of Resurrections.
As if steps cannot be taken,
for you have one of my feet.

I shiver through Memories of watching the world Wake Up,
and Reach out,
taking the first Breath from the Sun..

For Us

~ Skye ~

Memories Before the Frost

Before the Frost,
the world was mine for the taking
Love embraced me,
carried me;
enhanced me;
and I dared dreaming Greater
than any form could hold.

Foolishly it may seem,
for the ice tide had yet to overflow life
with mystery and sorrow;
with magic too great to fathom,
even for an open mind.

And it was over,
in few moments of breaths and astounding gasps,
of the ripping sensation
that my world had lost a loved one
to the merciless Time.

Time,
as it’s own Thinking deity and goddess;
ringing its hour in my ear,
ripping into my heart
wounding knowingly
while stealing the Angel from my side.

What memory of Love lost
doesn’t weaken the heart and its belongings;
tear it to shattered shards of crystallized sand corns
on a lonesome road.

I have walked miles upon miles to burn memories off of my feet
and cursed the dreams for their lingering seduction,
as if I could wish back wings and feathers
and create an Angel out of dust;

For,
I wish you back in each letter leaving my lips
I wish you back in each heartbeat;
in each breath
In each flood of tears

Everything’s broken

Going back for Ghosts

Morning has not Awoken to listen, yet
as head lights and neon signs
pass me like flickering candle lights
driving the darkness away
for split moments at a time.

I'm driving recklessly;
selfishly;
stressing down my Memory Lane
Recognizing Past Ghost Travels
Hesitating,
but continuing.

The burnt out motor struggles;
wheels are down to bare rims;
Screaming to the surface
..Of Me,
of Time,
of Past,
of the road I'm on..

Trying to spark some reaction
to my paralyzed Mind.
They are scattering sounds on my Mind's freeway
Free Way..
Free?
As if Remembering this was ever a Choice.

Hands want to turn back;
turn away from the City of Ghosts
turn back from any road leading there..
but Memory pound into me;
as cut electrifying bits of waves and particles
and a Need pin me to a Destination of Past.

Leaving my Now, broken;
I'm burnt out; fuelled out
Structure carrying ripped pieces
breaking underneath
tugging at my roots
Preying upon them..

I have cried
oh gods, I have cried rivers.
Drowned overwhelmed and out-watered
in my own rain.
My shell withering like peeled off skin
as if the rain killed the backseat's leather
as I drive down this realm of Forgotten parts

AGAIN
..never reaching my goal..

My limbs decaying like long since bloomed daisies
leaving my Core all alone,
vulnerable;
naked..
Bending in the Wind.

I'm going back for Ghosts
I'm going back for Me

For there is the process of retaliation,
lying awake seemingly without retribution
in hands of ignorant and vivid Minds;
when the city sleeps in corners of Past
Forgotten Life but Remembering Loss.

Sunshine when the day breaks
is now the only Light
that can awake my blank Mind
and bring Clear Sight
to my Soul

Although my Morning,

[however longed for]
has no place in a city of ghosts;
thus has yet to awake and Listen

..to Me

Skye

Craving Core [2009]

My Mind can barely hold the image
I see behind my face
That is how Craving takes its toll in my Soul
And I weave a Mirror,
I weave it all just to uphold
the Limitless nature of Being.

We experience Waves unifying their holiness,
rising above undisturbed waters
Embedding love like a comforting breeze,
forming unlimiting places of Sacred.
This, my Love,
is the very crest of living.

Dimensionless have we watched our souls emerge
shift their nuances of enlightenment
shed their tears of unholy judgement
rising on the Wind of Easement
To meet our choices

For now, when rising to the Crest of Life
I silently hide the Crave in my Core
The dreams for More
Watching the waves reaching offshore
Further
by Painting You on a Mirror

Skye

Realization

...the feather bathes in the resonance of sound
waving its many hands,
and arms,
and petals and...
..Eyes...
Basking in the wind
dancing and swirling
towards my tormenting mind

...the sand judges a loss, and a sorrow
Tells of memory;
my disbelief of letters and voices
I wrote us on everything
filled the letters with our beings
but..

"They were washed away", I cried
Washed away,
and shone away
ran through my fingers,
slipped away..

They were printed in a firing heaven,
or was it a blood sucking one?
I can't judge another,
can't judge at all...
[lost]

It doesn't matter, you see
It doesn't matter what you believe
when the Crimson Moon
tells No other story
Than of footsteps in front of a door..

Did I give in too soon;
did I give up too easily?

"There's no way out
to find a way back in
no way out
no way in...
No out
no in..
No, No
No!
..no..”
[screams]

Because there is nothing to get out of,
and nothing to return to...
THAT is what it means..
[breathes]

Rains fall from the sky so intensively
crying when souls can't on their own
shining when no one can on ones own
Embracing me,
in every wind brush
in every breeze of dawn..
[breaks in]

Life is strange in that way
pathways for everyone that may
know where they want to stray,
or stay,
or get away...
[chooses]

A feather touches my tormenting mind
maybe I know then whatever for
Maybe I see then,
my own feet in front of the door
There is Nothing to get out of,
Nothing to return to, I see
Because the path don't lead out,
there is no struggle to go through,
outside of me

But there is a direction,
to realize;
analyze;
compromise;
fantasize about..;
Actualize..

It doesn't take me out of anything;
it doesn't bring me to other geographical places,
only inside of me...

Through the only one door
to Life...

Skye