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

For Once May Age a Mirror

For Once may age a Mirror
when Burdens face Knowing eyes.
Trembling Love, upon my Sorrows;
Overflowing Time ever so quietly
In this Unending bittersweet Sadness...

Those who cannot Face my Growing pains
Whose Souls would Never face me Inside
Come, each of their curses,
And let them seek in Time,
while I am let asking;

Does Love in their Lying Hearts last in Light?

For Love may be found beyond the Sun
Thus, Moon still touch Hope in me
I cannot find my way Home,
while Death is to my own Spirit;

Burning will, still,
the Love for the Ever Living
It will last,
Always,
in True Light

For my Heart Is..

Skye

Soul Collapse

Could a leaf move you, dearest; push you to breath with a winds swift embrace; pry your Third Eye to open as if the world depended on it? The Tree of Love is in it. Could the Highest be beyond God? Mind boggling. Right Now.

How much more should I push, and probe, and pry, to wake you?

I wonder, in a deeply rooted amazement of Immanence, and boldly use it as a steppingstone for your soul. I watch you, daily, spring open with a childs imagination, yet you stop as if your feet lost you on the way. You fall to your knees, grey and wary, before entering the glorious moment of breathtaking Awareness.

I sigh.

That a Soul can collapse so instinctively; a fairy dance stop so abruptly. What happened that sucked your Life out of you, right before my eyes? There must surely be demons at play in your Mind. Fear suffocating. Fear blinding. A lingering Belief in Sin?

Should I shake you to Acknowledgement, that Immanence answers your Call? You find what you Seek, wherever you Seek it.

You Own it, Love.

You Are it.

You just need to learn to Master your own Creation.

Remember September

Autumn rains in colors; painting Van Gogh on my walls
And Memories shaped in reds bury cries of Change.
Through this Change,
You're still a smiling and loving Memory inside me.

It's my birthday today, and the Source is bound to circle;
Seasons embrace each life and path this way.
And for me, on this day;
my Purpose,
like vine-swirling ever-greens,
stabilizes its roots in the bricks of my own surface.

Your face is still burnt on my eyes.

To always find my lost step in the blur of dying branches;
as if a single leaf carries a whole tree
should the trunk wither and die.
I just don't know if I'm strong enough to carry your Memory,
so that the world may never forget;
All I know for certain is that I'll carry your Love
for Ever.

And Forever is not even enough.

Love,
Autumn is a gentle walk, mostly
Bringing Hope to a September Child
Bringing art to an Open Mind
Bringing breath to the Creation
of this Soul.

I am still with You.

(Sept 28, 2008)

Dilapidated, enough said

Fall at your own feet
as subsided as you wanted to push me
Choke on your breath as mine was to be taken

You cannot control Me

Fall at your own feet
live as obscure as you tried to hold me
Tie your arms around the blocking concepts, blind and forsaken

You cannot hide Me

Fall at your own feet
as undeserving as you saw me
Stomp self to the ground, swallow your own bitter token

You cannot stop Me

Fall at your own feet
eat your greed and resentfulness
Rip it apart, bleed it; Live it - Know you're broken

You cannot keep Me

So, Suffocate on your own End

[lose it, go away]

Nothing between us is left to mend

[leave it, die away]

Temple Dilapidated,
Learn Actions Consequence Trend

Fall from Tall;
Crawl to Small,
my 'Friend'

Skye

To Be Mighty

To find that edge and rise above the holes;

to be Mighty

To find the Power to Breathe, to Be, to Exist

To Understand You change the world around You

To Realize You are Strong..

To stand up on your own two

To stand by your own conviction

To stand against what you don’t hold as True

To NEVER Compromise yourself

To evolve and change and reach your Dreams

To manifest your desires

To paint your life

To grab what you want - Take it

Live

You can do it, even in the weak Moments

I believe in You

Skye

Reality Of Life

Like a Dream by glimpses
that of Passion whisper
As Few Apprehend,
while touching dew,
and perceiving the Morning

To be Astonished by this gift
to see and hear more,
and awaken Wonder
of that which Few can Attain
and Understand
to give back to the World

To have,
yet seek more in Spirit
To want,
yet know I'll never reach

To need Nothing

Searching binds me to Realization
and Realization sets me Free

I struggle
but Love

~ Skye ~

Gift Of Love

..To be a Vessel of Selflessness;

Understanding that..

Through Birth is our Future UnFolding

Carried upon the shoulders of Guiltlessness

Through Minds of Inoffensiveness

Embraced by hands of Innocuousness

and Immersion..

of..

A World weaved through Universal beholding

Created with a heartfelt Devotion

Touched by soul-moving Adoration

passing Timeless Connection

for non-religious Veneration

and Amazement..

of..

The Being's Undeniable amorous Calling

by the realization of the perceptual Embodiment

of the Soul's inevitable Arbitrament

through it's final Awakenment

and remembrance of Commitment

and loyalty..

to..

This place of Love and Belonging

of immense transcended Integrity

That through Deep Soulmate Equality

We embedded Love as limitless Security

for our daughter's Soul's Immortality

and Balance..

that..

She may Rise through her Life's Morning

Safely See with a Clear Sighted Acceptance

Hear the Universe's never-ending Resonance

Breathe the Now's vast Guidance

of each Moments healing Absorbance

and Recognition..

That

She Is an Individual One

and a Gift of Love

~ Skye ~

[This is my own favorite poem if having one.

The Vision of her binds my Soul to Love you in any given moment.

She is not yet breathing. I miss Us.]

Breathlessness

Soul-moving, Heart-touching fabrics
of a canvas-like Existence
forming vacuum bubbles of Absoluteness.

Breathless

Life resurrected into quantum pieces
Taking Breaths; Raining Selflessness
Shocking to Awareness,
forming to Feel.

Forming to Live

Breathing to Understand;
being Breathless to Allow self
to Live a Life
IN Understanding

of a painted

cried out

Purpose

Alliviate "Me"

Watch it Unfold

In Breathlessness

of its vast structure

Through the Realization..

that there is none..

~ Skye ~