The Fate's Test

Klothos whim with her shear so dim waving her delicate blade as the sun fades…she ask of me a question in my life’s quest…”Doth thou have regrets"
Must all time pass me by without love and meaning in my life?...With eyes shut my body cast adrift in the sea of uncertainty, only to divine a hope for strength within me~

Pivoting pulse spins me through time…My subtle frame now reclined…So the Norn’s do swing with twine in hand and pendulum to my chest …And all the while I smile but do not jest... for love is sacred and of truth is blessed~

I look not away from the rhythm and hum of the motion and swing of a Damocles like tongue…Nor do I shut my eyes for the shout of passion and glow of life still penetrates beyond my orbs…so I bow and reflect to remove any distain…embracing all that is of subtle refrain to know that deep within me something feels… so I remain~

Cool and motionless fears do rise… for there have been tides I did know and quell…Toast and cheer filled the vessel of an endless well…Yet in the bittersweet quass I did drink to the drops of ever last as long as there is truth here in this glass~

So forged now through understanding and tempered by passions’ fire I am alive...I am aware……YET…In my start I sought to dwell in the warmth of an unconditional heart…Not of my own beating mind you but against the crest of life’s turbid storm…So to remain or be forlorn~

Cast adrift in the sea of emotions and sonar’s songs…I reach out to embrace a beacon of hope bobbing and dashing against the void…Yet in my hands…held fast in my grasp are rocks and stones I fear to let go for they are all that I have ever known~

My body so frail did grope the diving tower that did not float….The endless shadows consume my voice…Slashing waves reduce my flesh…Am I so small against such test?...Do I lay anchor…is there a bottom…Do I rest~

Off in the sea of flux and uncertainty is there a rope for me?...Will I ever be free?~

Why must I seek to find comforts outside myself lest in time to forget myself…So… I let go of the stones held fast from the past…I rise above and am free at last

No Man's Land

Here I am in the flux and flow


My heart wishes to bloom and grow

Yet my mind’s persistence says…let go

For nothing here can the wind blow …

And pain is not the only truth I have known



So I question everything inside… Whispered…I choose not to hide

All the depths to take a dive... Shouted…Let loose and let me thrive!

For the unknown makes me alive…. In Childlike fascination...Yet how am I to survive



So awake in No Man’s Land…

My tongue… cannot taste

My limbs do not quake

My eyes no longer see

I am bound …yet free



Molten senses in periphery

I feel just beyond the breath

Caress of shadows dart about my breast

Bare boned I shutter in the welted vesture

All that is…removed…there is nothing left

Last threads are pure…I resist no measure



The limbo quickens like sand in my mind

Transition to the downward spiral lures me

Trepidation to shut down all that I am within…

But wait…this is when it starts to get interesting…

Floating on the surface of the Void …

Resistance to the Soul afire…purgatory to let me burn yet not heal

Until I find my voice…only then can I feel



In my rational mind… towering walls hold me in

Not a door or window to view the sun setting

Add another brick…or new mortar to set in…

This structure I call skin…

Where do I begin…where do I end

Building up…Tearing down…

Reinforcements from what I have found



Denying the connection to my soul

The fortress…this keep… with a forgotten key

Dark discord forces me to bolt upright…

So this is all that I have know…Yet…to accept the darkness I did hide



This temple….This of a fountainous flesh

briars upon the mountains in a serrated test

Like Sleeping Beauty awaiting the first kiss

Yet that fairy tale is not on my list



Should I take the scenic route

Let rage pour out the colors of my ways

Oh…This is where I just begin… unfold in emotional array



Toe to toe I cannot touch

The drawn and quartered sense has left me open

The resistance to feel… to express through tactile sense

The vellum wall of silence I has been dampened …to now I am residing

In this barrier called my skin…seeks to move beyond the within



The feeling comes first…the effects sublime

Daunting light in a dewy glow… Then wavering ….

Shadows dash upon the rocks of my discord

Raw energy…pushes me through like a birth



Twisted comfort of familiar pain

The pillars of my disdain

Like Cerebral Paisley

Open the doors

Sounds of consuming the intuiting the flow...


Drinking from the nexus of the spirit or the dynamic sips from the charismatic closeness...we are all energy of one form or another and to question the force that which deliberates the flow is the Jiminy cricket on your shoulder begging the conscious...even in the intention...

does one deliberate the motion of thought...gives force...gives form...sound...energy...being...reverberate the point of being



Knowledge is earned...skill is learned...so what is the will to discern ~