Engine

Sidewalk by crybabee via DeviantArt.com
Sidewalk by crybabee via DeviantArt.com

The path is mine

Alone

Each slab of concrete

Laid out before me

For me

Each hill, a push toward

Something greater

Every valley

A reward

Unwrapped gifts that promise

Treasures I cannot yet

Imagine

The steps glide forward

Not effortlessly

But purposefully

Unpacking the tightly hewn

Boulder I carry through life

Guilt, worry, fear

Dropped by the edge

Of tomorrow

Until, one morning

I will reach the core

Where grief hides pleasure

Protects it, nurtures it

My Magic

Found again

Burning away

Inside the engine

Of my curves

I feel it

Longing to be discovered

And so

I drive on

Pushing the sunrise ahead

In this thirty minute

Spell

The fire really never left

It was in me

All

Along

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a day

Born from Ashes by Ketixrei
Born from Ashes by Ketixrei via DeviantArt.com

it burns
fierce and brilliant
scorching every surface
inside and out
engulfed completely
for eternity
or just a day
until it finally dims
falling
down
to a fine silken dust
with magic daring enough
to stand against
a storm
raging winds, torrential rain
the wicked clap of
fate’s thunder
shaking it into thin
hills and valleys
tributaries of God’s anger
opening in the cracks
filling with the dark rain
of days gone
but when the clouds part
something stirs from within
a thing born without
fear or pain
simply awakening
a fluttering that presses ashes
into wings
glowing like ropes of sunshine
lighting up
the dark
coaxing itself loose
free
to open it’s wings
in fluid breaths
sending death
to the wind
with a flurry of hopes
dreams
and
wonder
gone
but not without leaving
scars
behind

Spaces

Between the academia of time and distance,
You can find spaces where pure love exists.

In the breath of lovers saying hello and goodbye,
In the pockets of fathers who have wiped away tears,
In the clasped hands of friends reuniting.

Those spaces account for all that is true and right in the world.

Once you have occupied that space,
You will never forget the light there, the scent, the music, the warmth.
The memory will enchant you forever,
Without the limitations of time and distance.

In those spaces,
You might find yourself.
Or lose yourself.

The difference is completely

Unknown.

Open Spaces by lostoneself via DeviantArt.com
Open Spaces by lostoneself via DeviantArt.com

Dismissal

The midnight hour gleams with the polished hope of a wistful, wishful girl, gazing at stars that would trace the edges of her magic if they could reach her.

But the window is shut and the curtains drawn. The silly dreams of of an immature mind are dismissed by the must-do’s and not-now’s of responsible adults who know better.

A dismissal she will know many times over, even from those who make promises through vows to cherish and through fingertip kisses and even through toe curling bliss.

That loneliness is a requirement, it seems. A right of passage into the realm of grown ups. Where the glitter of the night sky holds only the magic of sleep and where the moon speaks to no one but the wolves.

But you know the secret, don’t you? The sky isn’t where the magic lies.

It’s not in the clouds or the stars or the moon…

It’s right inside each and every one of us.

And the magic in your heart can only be dismissed if you let it.

I refuse your dismissal, cruel world.

I throw back the defeat of your drapes to glimmer, shine and light up all the darkest corners of the universe, right alongside my stars.

There is no goodnight in that magic. There is no dismissing me.

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http://www.deviantart.com/art/Magic-114340437

Beauty & Beast

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you wouldn’t expect the beauty to shine

so brightly in her darkness

it is the beast that burns within her

giving her that intoxicating luminescence

no, you say?

beauty is the light and beast is the dark…

look closer

the beast within us all

pushes us to the edges of our limits

and beyond

the beast within beauty

forces her to seek out the pleasures

that might escape her

the beast

the spirit

the id

makes me, drives him, pulls her

to search through

imagination and knowledge

for the light, peace and magic

that are the truth and meaning of life

if you don’t believe me

watch yourself

as the beast within you hibernates

for when he is at rest

those are the moments when the world turns

without color

when I am

complacent

content

comatose

then

I look inward and whisper

to him, to wake

and when he does

I am alive, once again

I am ferocious

I am vivid

I am

invincible!

 

Photo by Laura Dark, courtesy Facebook. Click to see more of her stunning photography

Sunshine

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feel my rays

warming you
bubbling
through you
sparkling
and shining

feel my skin

velveteen peaches
soothing
what ails you
and making
a new ache
deep inside

feel my love

wet and silky
coating you
with the juice
of life
as I work my
magic
on your flesh

feel my sunrise

filling you
until you are
full and thick

feel the heat
of my noontime

as I grind out
the fervor
of the day

feel my sunset

as we explode
into a
rainbow
of color and light

painting
the world around
us
with the passion
and pleasure
of the sun
and
her moon

feel my sunshine

make it your own

Image from DeviantArt.com, ‘Sunshine’ by CandyFlosser

My Ascent

Ascent by ntscha via DeviantArt.com
Ascent by ntscha via DeviantArt.com

“Can you see?”
“No. I am still lost.”
“Lost where, little girl?”
“In the depth of the ascent.”
“Ah, so you are rising. You found your fin…”
“I don’t know. I wonder if I am simply drowning in my destruction.”
“Don’t you see? You already have!”
“What do you mean?”
“You have drowned… in the depths of your feelings. But you just said it yourself. You are in the ascent. You shed your clumsy legs and formed a lovely tail to assist you in the rise.”
“That doesn’t make any sense.”
“The woman you were is gone, but you are now something new, something perhaps better. You are being born from the destruction that was.”
“Better…”
“Yes, child. Stronger yet softer. Quicker yet more vigilant. Accessible yet careful… Full of care… for yourself.”
“Oh… I do think I love myself.”
“It seems so. Look at me. Who do you see?”
“Noone. Everyone.”
“Yes! The world is your ocean, everyone it can either swim with you, drag you back down, or help guide you up for air.”
“Is this a revelation?”
“Do you still feel lost?”
“Yes…”
“Then you still have work to do, little one. Keep swimming, keep searching.”
“I thought he had the answers, but there were only more questions. And they weighed me down.”
“I’ve told you, the answers are within you.”
“Will my faith return?”
“That is up to you. To your heart. And who you choose to anchor it to. ”
“You never mention them.”
“Should I? Is your family truly part of these questions?”
“No. They are the constant. There are no questions there.”
“Exactly, sweet girl. They are waiting, in a boat, on the surface.”
“Oh… They are the goal? They are my end?”
“There is no end. Life is nothing but a plethora of new beginnings. A journey filled with lessons and adventures. You know this… you learn this constantly. You may shed your tail tomorrow and grow wings! You may transform a dozen times before you reach the goal.”
“But they are the goal.”
“No.”
“Am I the goal?”
“Finally! Yes… It is your journey, after all.”
“My journey… My ascent…”