If She Took Her Own Advice

To echo my previous thoughts.

There is no such thing as black; only an absence of colour. There is no such thing as cold; simply an absence of heat. There is no such thing as misery; simply an absence of happiness. So be patient.

Predator

Tomorrow's uncertainty breaches today's horrors
As the screams embedded in the folds of yesterday
Once again resurface


To strangle us with their ravenous desires
Weigh us down with doubt, in ourselves.
Weight of a thousand luminescent moons


Discolates us from life as we know it,
Into the blackness and the deep.
Pulling us along, cringing, they scream


"Stars, hide your fires!
Let not light see my black and deep desires..."
Muted mouths forever speak.


But they are the dead
Empty air puffed into their breasts;
Rise again, as lifeless as you once were.


Let not the rotting corpse of fear
Hinder you from
That which you rightfully own.


Dismember the damned, and curse them
As they retract their lifeless arms,
Waiting patiently to once again prey on oblivion.

Time, t (s) as a Function of Reality, r (inspiration)

Her laughter contains the sounds of rain
Gentle, simple, wonderous

Her sadness contains a thunderous truth
Concealed within billows of uncharted grey

Her fear is simply a shallow ocean
Prehensible pains washed ashore

Her curiosity rains over millions of miles
Misguided points of desire

She mourns under the canopy of the stars
Heavenly blanket, why dissipate her warmth?

A smile merely plays on the corners of her mouth
Gently unweaving the rainbow of tomorrow's plight

A tiny uprising, behind which lies the force of
A mighty, un capsizable ship

Which would roar through the mists of time
And simply sail blindly upon the spectrum of humanity.