Monthly Archives: September 2013

Written in the Stars



          The message has a set destination. Within a piece of paper, a direct message that contains no irony, sarcasm, or fancy language like a metaphor hinting at uncertain meaning. My simple job was to take the worn road through fairy forest and unicorn meadow to the emperor to handle some political matter most likely. As a bird, even one such as myself who can not fly, destiny predetermined us to deliver paper. Lack of curiosity or at least denial of curiosity got you higher up jobs, but regardless being a bird always equaled delivering papers. Curiosity never prompted me to be late or destroy secrecy with wandering eyes. Horses were destined to carry loads with more weight. More weight didn’t necessarily mean more weight, though. Paper could contain the most threatening item scrawled by a writing utensil with a questioning hand rendering a once blank, obsolete space fatal and dangerous within seconds. Seconds that could alter the world. The papers within my cotton knapsack were probably concerning the Elf Revolt. The dirtiest, most vile jobs are given to the elves. But, that is their lot in life. I should not ponder such matters. My duty is to deliver the message, not question its content. Questioning leads to job destruction and it’s just paper, after all.


           The ground is familiar with its soil texture and random pebbles every now and again. But, the trees were peculiar today. Their shadows seem to stalk me like prey, unlike their usual guiding warmth. Anyhow, the fairies pollinate the trees and flowers. Spring is approaching. Plus, imagination is apt to toy with one’s mind when a task is repeated like an endless melody in a common tune. The sun appears to be lowering. But, the path takes exactly two days. Today is the second day, I daresay. My destination should have been reached. The surroundings say I have a good 4-5 hours to go and the stars are unwelcomed; yet dominating the sky.  I have no choice, but to sleep. Sleep and not ponder too long on the unforeseen oddity. But, I’ve traveled the path all my life with my grandparents and parents and now, it’s changed.


           Hopefully, today shall introduce some normalcy. But, it’s dark, damp, and the ground I woke on is not the ground I slept on. It’s rock not soil, rock like a tunnel or a cave. In a crevice, a wax candle illuminates the face of an elderly, female elf. Her eyes spoke of a thousand sorrows and this instant, too, was a sorrow. “Give me the paper, you shall see, one has nothing to fear in old age, when death is welcomed.”, the woman declared.

            “No, no. This paper contains my life and it’s my duty to give it to the emperor unread.”, the candle lowered, as I spoke to reveal a lion. Lions were known for one thing: war. Trained and disciplined for nations not individuality nor themselves. But, this lion possessed a scar that ran across its forehead and down a space an eye ought to be and a once flowing youthful mane was tinted grey.  His eyes roared with an intensity that saw a goal not in battle any longer, but in something deeper like justice and equality in any cost.


          “Death or the paper.”, the lion commanded with one claw against my thin throat to the stone wall. The elf looked away painfully. The lion roared, “Your grandchildren and their grandchildren, you know they rebutted your pleas with threats.” His one eye gave a message few were willing to ignore and none lived who did ignore it. “Here’s the paper, just take it.”, no choice and my whole life destroyed. Tears flowed freely, as the lion placed the paper into the flame of the wax candle. Who knew a wax candle would destroy my life?


                 “You shall go now, your decision was wise and helped our plight. May your assistance give your soul flight.”, the elf said, as the lion escorted me through a series of passages leading into the open space of the meadow. Flight?! Oh, flight never will be seen my soul. Sufferings shall be all it can see. My soul was burnt with that paper containing my destiny. All I’ve ever known up in flames. I can not return to my old life, no one will hire a betrayer of the emperor. No one will accept a threat upon society.  I will wander aimlessly. I’ll travel somewhere I’ve never been, different and untouched by my feet. Meet beings barely touched by the curse of life’s complexities in the areas under populated with little outside influence. Oh, darkness approaches yet again. Darkness is all I feel so why sleep, because the pattern has progressed into night? Hell, I have no  letter to keep or loss of life to fear.  Time quickly passes in my agony. My footing is lost in the process. Solid rock ground until I reach a space and stumble into nearly oblivion. But, the empty worn, cotton knapsack caught a branch and oblivion was not met. Perhaps, my corpse shall dangle and all shall assume the letter fell into that oblivion. Oh, then my reputation, my duty, my life had honor and meaning. But, not much time passed before, a beast ruined such a grand illusion.


           I did not want help nor need it, especially not from such a creature. My death would be torturous with such a creature. What even is it? I don’t recognize such a thing in all my years of traveling. The wings of a dragon, the ears of a bunny, horn of a unicorn, trunk of an elephant, a lion’s tail, a horse’s hooves, and that dreadful horrid color of nothingness. Every being has a color and an identity, but not this beast.  Even if life were to enter my mind again, I would not in all the world want to live through what this would inflict upon me. Hopefully, my heart will implode inside my chest with such an impossible pulse.  Radiating out of each strand of fur was an aura of every color imaginable swirling in and about each other like water flowing with the intense sensitivity to each strands’ movement. The eyes are empty like they possessed no individual soul. They reflected the surroundings back like a mirror, a mirror, mirrors with no individual identity, no meaning, no life, no soul. If something with a soul could perform atrocities, imagine the damage this beast could impose on me. Perhaps, the beast is from the stars and possesses its identity.  “What are you?”, if I can discover an identity, perhaps I shall feel some peace, even if it’s false. “No, no, don’t you touch me, first tell me what you are.”, I shall die, oh I shall die. I can’t even decipher a gender or an origin. How can an empty being radiate color? Reason is gone. I contorted my body into a ball to die without the sight of how I shall die. My pleas are nothing to something without a soul, it won’t even answer my question before death.


                The beast thrust me into the air leaving me stranded upon its back. The fur was luscious and engulfing, even against my filthy feathers. The colors swirled in and out of each other, but I could not feel them, they were like water. Water without feeling. “What are you?”, I inquired, perhaps the beast does not speak. “WHO are you?”, the mouth spoke I didn’t think could. “A bird, of course.”, such a ludicrous inquiry. Gently, the beast placed me on the grass.


         “That is what you are. Of course, you are a bird. Oh, a bird, So limited and refined in a word and a category, I asked who are you”, it never answered my question. “What are you?”, I pushed trembling.


             “What am I? You suppose, I, too, shall limit myself. Your words overflow with folly. You quiver and shake in fear at someone who saved your life.”,  the beast searched my eyes. “I don’t know what you are.”, I answered back.


           “Well, you don’t know who you are, I believe that is more frightening.”, the beast responded and left leaving me searching for who I was.  I shall never see it again. That beast was everything and nothing, it permitted everything to flow through it and gave back everything in return like water and a stream. The identity was never obtained for I do not think the beast possessed one. It saved me in more than one way. It’s being thrust my eyes open beyond what I was. Who I was is certainly a more frightening question to thrust myself into. Those eyes like a shallow puddle reflecting myself leading to the beginning of a new journey.




I wish to be as water,

To fill the voids of space.

To allow the flow,

To not cling.

But, to allow the passage,

Of destinations to be met.

Meeting the random,

The objects such as myself,

Serving as a trial,

So, others may not fail.

Not sat upon some shelf

To collect dust as I age.

But, to become a sage.

Maybe, I am crazy—-

Allowing the fluidity

To embrace the serenity

To give way to the energy

Even if it’s a rapid wave,

Or the simple lack of it,

Like a still lake.

You may see fake—

But, I see simplicity

To accept all as it meets.

Not rejecting the leaf,

Or trying to defeat the crayfish,

No purpose does not frighten,

To mesh into oblivion.

To deny my form yet be it,

For every action or lack of,

Gives way to a purpose.

Every second I flow through,

Every impulse I take as a cue,

All the pictures I drew,

The droplets or togetherness,

One in the same,

Not there for the fame,

Changing yet one

I can be ice or rain or a waterfall

I can be solid, liquid, or gas

The same will be in the mass.

To witness an obstacle, 

To then flow around that—-

I wish to be as the giver of life.

To be inhaled and exhaled with every breath,

To accept that attachment to me,

Yet, never to rely upon the attachment.

To be within the veins and stems,

Befriended and needed by all,

Helping them never to fall

Yet, separately I am independent.

Independent of what I am a part of, 

I want to be as water. 

Yet, that requires not the want.

But, the being of water alone.


Freedom and Darkness



The darkness of the night seeps into my mind.

I beg it to be merciful and to just be kind.

But, it feeds on the deeply rooted weeds.

It takes the pre-existing thoughts and takes hold.

The unrelenting temperature drops leaving my mind cold.

The weak and unstable material, just ready to mold.

It takes my mind as a joke, taking a jab here and a poke.

Minds look for the nice, kind, gentle words to be spoke.

But it harvests no words of the sort, I must report.

The darkness sees no towering, protective fort.

The glimmer in the distance, insignificant and small.

The little light against the broad darkness leaves a silent call.

Venturing towards the spark, lies a journey yet to embark.

Against the suffocating darkness, it’s the only thing to leave a mark.

My mind follows its silent plea with the hope and glee.

The spark raises its voice to a low mumble.

I fear before I hear my mind will just crumble.

The message raises to a whisper, it slowly becomes crisper.

My mind becomes clear as it draws near.

Just let your mind be free and just be me.

A Poem in Emily Dickinson Style



Silence is an empty pot—–

the Mind consumes the Vacancy—

It shudders in Fear?

or Fear shudders in It. 

do you acknowledge.

the mutters for Help—

Yet, it won’t consume

the Silence. 

the Silence will consume Us.

It won’t be heard—

a bird, will perch

upon the Foundation—

the mind’ll quake.

as Our thoughs come

this Mind is Fake.

its feeble and—

the bird Reflects in the 

Lake, are We Mad?

or is Madness, Us.

Are you scantily clad,

or are those rosemary beads 

slipping in that Crack

Don’t catch Them—

let them go and

dissipate, see—

in that Pit. 

My opinion of love




          I think love is when you can learn things through seeing something out of that person’s eyes. When, you expand your mind to look through their eyes and see the world in a whole new beautiful way through just simply knowing them, it’s love. 

           When, you can meet them and know you’re going to be best friends forever and complete as the sun fades and the darkness sets in. Just being there with them will give some type of reassurance something is working in the world, even if it crashes around you because they are the common lace in your world stringing it together as one massive force. You’re willing to let the lace be free and flutter even if it’s going to separate you from it because it deserves the best and somehow you can not provide all they deserve but you’re willing to help. They gave you the world in your mind and you merely complimented it with your happiness. But, that is all your love expected in return anyhow.

           The happiness of eachother is the only desire. The lace will fly free away from you and as the confusion sets in, you’re willing to just watch for the sake of their happiness. If it chooses to provide someone else’s together thread in their life, you’re willing to feel yours fall apart for the sake of letting them do as they wish recognizing their independence but their strong importance they once held in your life. It was temporary for a lace is not locked on and forced to remain in place. It’s individual despite maybe once almost or tangling around your independent thread in life. Attempting to remove their independent nature is not love, it is dominance. A calm submission nature to their will in life is needed to demonstrate love.

         Want and need are two different things. You may want them to hold your world together, but if you love them you will need to do it yourself.

          You are not the same or identical. You are simply connected just as you are connected to everything. Attachment is not connected nor are they interchangable. You just can go within their eyes and come back out with that beautiful image you hold so dear in your heart replaying it over and over like an innocent childhood picture book. That is love. Their smile with your smile as an interlaced happiness is love.

Love is love.