Pull the sword from your chest,

Force it into mine.

I am the kingdom of loss,

And it is not yet your time.

The black of night,

Screams silently in my shadows cast.

Promises of plague and cold,

To rise for vengeance from graves past.

But this sword of chaos and dark,

It is not yours to wield.

I will hold the front lines with both hands

If you will carry my shield.

Wash away my bloody veil

Wash away my sins

Lead me back to the scene so I might break away these fortress walls,

To make right on what should have been.

These cage walls and narrow halls are harbouring the worst that I have been.

The blood stained tears and idle hands,

Have wreaked havoc and hell

Within mutual lands.

To bring truth from behind the veil,

From behind which I hide in fear,

My crimes shall be hailed.

Tie the noose around my sixty day bed,

Pull it tight so I cannot be freed,

From my internal torment and dread.

But should I awake,

And breathe in a new day,

I will find myself here once again anyway

Turn up the gas and burn me to the ground

Amongst the ashes I will never again be found

My pain, your pleasure is a darkness so profound

Turn up the gas and we shall be ever bound.

The whispers, the taunts and every silent sound,

They echo in my mind with a debilitating pound,

The only freedom now is beneath an earthen mound.

So turn up the gas and burn my will to the ground.

I Am a Year

I am in wait of the suns kiss upon the cheek of the moon;

Brilliant life will animate the landscape once again after my drought.

I am cold and absent.

I am in awe of the freedom on display as the sun sees the moon once again.

Freedom seen as the rivers flow through the crows foot canyons with the authority they stole from their icy captors.

I am warm and free.

I am in harmony with the songs the birds sing to the sun and the moon as they dance blissfully in the sky.

Their warmth giving life to all of those who would watch the performance.

I am bright and beautiful.

I am in wonder how the sun and the moon can be so content as they dance one last time before their next rendezvous.

Their song of unconditional love will get them by as the colours fade and curtains close.

I am a year.

A peek between charcoal curtains,

The doorway of imaginative worlds.

Every visit is a different journey.

Stroke the quill and see for yourself.

To hear natures harmonies,

The entry way to enlightened solace.

Strum a chord and hear for yourself.

To expel a loving whisper,

A wave of kindness which could flood our souls.

Let’s all whisper together and feel kindness for ourselves.

The blackened streams converging,

Methodically line by line.

Such power in its beauty.

The etched pulp plains now eroded to carry the waves in synchronicity to unfold memories paintings.

A comprehensive look into the vault;

Contrast of shadows bring life to the light on the steel walls.

As the rains from above fall in rumination,

The plains flood the streams leaving behind a silent bog forgotten in sorrow.