Lone Wolf
Category: Writing and Poetry

Lone Wolf

The lone wolf he stands atop the mountain,
As his skin shivers from the cold.
Howling through the night at nothing, no one.
Howling to release a thousand years of torture.
The sound echoes through the trees,
And the forest shivers with him.

He sniffs the breeze,
The hunter, he senses.
All is still, but still he feels something.
Yellow eyes scan his surroundings,
What he searches for, he cannot see.

Suddenly, It grips him.
He is running as fast as he can,
Darting through trees and running faster than the wind.
He runs into the blackness,
Not sure what he might find,
But sure in his stride.

Led only by instinct, the lone wolf follows.
Trust in thyself, as you are the seeker.
You will find that which draws you to it,
Till then,
The lone wolf,
Sees only blackness.

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To Love...
Current mood: accomplished

It's never too late to say the things you wished you'd said,
When the moment strikes you, tell the world instead...


I wonder where all those past loves are on a day like this. I hope they're happy. Most of them anyway... Nah, I'm not really that vindictive. Everyone deserves happiness. If it weren't for the bad relationships in the past you would never appreciate the good ones.

It's funny how much you can begin to expect from someone when they're good to you. Love is a compromise. It's been said... but to really think about it, that's just about all it is in the long run. It is the merging of two lives, overlapping one another like plates of earth. There are bound to be quakes and faults, but if everything is still okay when the dust settles a whole new life begins to transpire.

The older I get, the more I realize how much I crave that calm after the storm. How much I don't really need the storm to begin with. Love IS compromise and compromise is only met through the rational discussion of two people who actually listen to each other... what more could I ask for?

To all those past loves: I hope you find compromise and happiness with someone who listens. The best advice I can give? Never love anyone more than yourself, for it is in self love that you will radiate the power and strength to keep the river of compromise flowing. I learned that from each and every one of you (in one way or another) so, Thank You.

And to my current love, well...
Thank You for putting up with me for so long and I'll go ahead and thank myself for putting up with you, too. I've enjoyed every moment... well, most of them anyway. Just kidding. :-) Love you.

-K

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Soft
Current mood: calm

Fluffy cotton separates in the cerulean sky,
Morphing and changing into familiar shapes in motion.
A beast, a beauty, a random thing,
They dance above in the breeze.
Shades of white and grey create detail and shadow,
As the outlines gleam bright as a million stars.

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Waking up to Haiti
Current mood: mesmerized

I'd been tired for about three days. We had to leave suddenly for this trip. My body ached from lugging suitcases and walking, so I laid in bed until I felt better. When I awoke it was dark, but it was always dark in this cabin. There were no windows, so if it weren't for the clock on my cell phone, I probably wouldn't have known that it was 1:00 in the afternoon. I'll admit it wasn't the first time I'd awoken at this hour and I was sure it wouldn't be the last. My brain is just more awake at night for some reason. After the grogginess subsided, I realized that this was to be our first day in port... Labadee, Haiti. I've never really thought of going to Haiti. All I ever associated it with was people trying to leave the island in small rickety boats. I suppose it was pretty cool that Voodoo came from there, though. I've always been fascinated with things like that.

Once I got dressed, I decided to go to the top deck to take a peek (and some pictures) at this place called Haiti. What I saw was much more than that. When I opened the doors I was stunned by it's beauty. A mixture of sun and cool ocean air kissed my face and summoned me closer to the edge of the ship. I looked upon the island in awe mesmerized by the lush green mountains that cascaded gracefully down to the crystal clear turquoise water below. A beam of sunlight hit the top of the mountain turning the areas it hit a rich greenish-gold. Voodoo indeed. I'd never seen such a beautiful place and had truly been bewitched. It is said that the first person in the Salem witch trials to be accused of being a witch was a slave from Haiti. I wondered... if the Puritans had seen this would they still have put her to death? Perhaps, instead, they would have welcomed her ways and beg to be put under the spell of such magnificence. The place was enchanting to say the least.

Like all good things, Haiti would remain a mystery to me. I had gotten up too late to leave the ship. We would be departing soon. I felt the ship begin to move. I could have felt sad that i hadn't explored it, but it seemed to me like anything that is a mystery... it's always more special when you still wonder. I was certainly filled with wonder. if I hadn't more sense I would have jumped from the ship right then and there and started a new life on a small island in the Caribbean Sea. But alas, there were many more places to go. Haiti would just have to be a mystery. As we sailed away, another beam of sunlight broke through the clouds and cast a gleaming ray onto the shining sea below. I stood there, breathless... mother nature had a firm grasp on my heart and I prayed she would never let go.

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Eye of The Storm

Quiet night, crickets and hammocks and white Christmas lights. A romance in the cool breeze that floats across the ocean to kiss my cheek. Dreaming of far off places, I feel small under the clear open sky. Looking up at the stars to see if I can find a constellation of your face. I don't see a moon tonight, but that's okay... seems like we've had a full moon for about three days, but I know it wasn't really full. Just a silly romantic thought, I guess. I always get that way when I miss you. It may be hard to tell sometimes, but deep down I am incurably romantic. It's funny how much more you love someone when they are not there. I suppose that's what it takes to get our heads out of our asses sometimes.

Looking back on it all, sometimes I have to ask myself why you stayed. But then I realize... we are each other's stability. You are the sane one... you keep me grounded. And I remind you of home. I am a break from the pressure and pretentiousness that goes along with what you do. And whether you want to admit it or not, I take care of you. Sometimes in the only way I know how. And you take care of me, however you can. I keep thinking that one day I will wake up and realize that this was all a dream. I guess that's when you know you're happy... when none of it seems real.

My life is not for everyone, I'll admit. There is much solitude. Much inner reflection. But this is what I need to feel whole and it suits me just fine. I've had plenty of craziness in my time here on earth, and although the craziness has certainly not completely left, I can say that for the most part it stays at bay. I do not crave bright lights and shiny objects to keep my mind occupied. I am at peace with stillness. For only she who can remain still while everything whirls around her can truly see that which flies by.

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Sigh...

I'll see you soon and already I can feel myself getting goofy.
Listening to ridiculous love songs...
sighing long sighs while a stupid smile crosses my lips.
A month has gone by and I haven't touched your face.
It all hits me at once.
I'll see those dark eyes...
and remember why I fell in love with you the first time I looked into them.
Sweet, mischievous, yet completely innocent.
I see through.. the worst of you...
which is never nearly as bad as the worst of me.
"And yoooou take me the way I am..."
And I cry like a baby 'cause I miss you so much.

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Numb

Past seven AM and I'm awake again,
still trying hard to fight the impending daylight.
It's always blue like this and then it turns to yellow.
Everything is awake and energized.
My brain is swimming and fried.

Can't get away from this night.
Keep running from the light.

The light breathes into every crack and I am still.
Frozen.
I cannot go out to face it.
Not like this.
Not when my eyes are half glued shut
with the heaviness of disorientation.

And it's so still inside the house.
Almost as though even the chairs
and pottery were sleeping.
Like they have to wait until the alarm goes off
until they can shift and gather dust.
Even their colors seem muted...
as the skin on a woman's face while she is dreaming.

Sometimes... I get lost in stillness.
Sometimes the walls seem to trickle down slowly
and I count the pebbles as they fall.
There are too many on the floor now.
They crunch beneath my bare feet as I walk
and they whisper cold nothings.

I figure coffee seems like the best thing.
Not sure why, but it made sense at the time.
Another microwaved cup of Columbian.
The Hazelnut creamer feels heavy in my mouth.
But it is sweet and seems to be the only thing
that can make me smile when I am so tired.

But I am not tired, it would seem.
Not awakened by the three sips of coffee.... but in a trance.
As though I have no control over what is happening.
But we can almost always can control that, yes?

There is no drug, no divine substance
that can duplicate the indifference
that I feel when I have had no sleep.
I am completely numb.
I am completely numb.

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Blood Red

I saw Blood Red in the mirror today
as I stared into my soul.
My stomach churned at the thought of love
and blackness gripped my heart.
But I could do nothing.
I had no right.
I know that this is the price that I must pay.
The pain I must endure.
There is no pain that I cannot stomach.
There is nothing anyone could do to take away my soul.
My Blood Red.
Do what you wish.
Say what you must.
It is not my concern.
Know that every lie, every sin, every underhanded move
is recorded in the book of Karma.
And it ALWAYS hurts worse
when you know
you did it
to yourself.

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Smoke and Mirrors
Category: Writing and Poetry

reflections of swirling
white smoke
that penetrate
through the glass...
breaking the silvery pane
seeping
into the sun

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Sun, Rain, Sky
Current mood: peaceful

Happening upon your revelation, I smile.
I hope that this time it lasts

Tapping the very core of your being.
Wiping the slate clean.

Dance through the rain and watch it melt away.
Find the sun through the hole in the sky.

Forever's not so long when you think about it.
The end of time as well as all eternity
Fits in a single grain of sand.

And a grain of sand fits nicely
At the end of my fingertip.

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Gotha
Current mood: peaceful
Category: Dreams and the Supernatural

Gotha

Went to Gotha 'cause I was passing through,
To stand by your side and remember you.

Bright red orchids that would last for years,
And a poem I wrote that would cover my tears.

The trees were just how they'd always been,
And the grass was as cool as the whispering wind.

The dirt was warm as I brushed it away,
So people could read what it could say.

Although it was quiet I could feel you there,
Smiling up at me… so knowing and clear.

"Together Forever" that's what it said.
"Together at last." said the voice in my head.

No tear did I shed, instead there was peace.
The sadness left with a sigh of release.

I learned in seconds what had taken so long.
Even without you, life carries on.

Your memory still keeps me safe and at ease.
And I still hear your voice in the cool summer breeze.

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Breathtaking

-breathtaking-

the summer night sky
wispy clouds painted softly
against a perfect canvas of blue-gray
the moon's light reflecting off of them
creating a silvery glow
a tender breeze caresses my candle
making the flame flutter and dance
in the stillness
peace takes over me

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Twisted Beauty

Sitting here, pondering the insipid narcism possessed by mankind.
Disgusted by those who expect art to form itself to their will...
Mortified by the thought that most would rather avoid the realities of the non-happy ending.
What is life but a mirror into which we must pour our every ounce of dissatisfaction?
And what good is the mirror which lies to us?
"The fairest of them all..." and such.
All that has meaning in this world is true feeling.
What feeling does one have in the vortex of the meaningless?
Nothingness
Emptiness
This is not what I want.
Reading backward over the rantings of madness, I find that my heart still beats.
There is something spiritual about sickness.
Does that scare you?

Sometimes you might wonder
Why I am so volatile for no reason.
Why I am impatient and irritable at times
Trust that a reason exists.
Perhaps that's all you need to know.

Darkness is not seen in the shadow of beauty.
But it's there.

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Galactica

The stars I could give only to he who grasps their meaning,
Light years have passed yet time is standing still.

Through space floats the unearthly delights of which the angels are dreaming,
Reach out and touch that which cements the iron will.


Things are not always as they seem when peering into the deep.
And dreaming is not always that which happens while asleep.

The plane on which we float is invisible to most,
And often times it feels like I am speaking to a ghost.

Know that feeling still resides, but keep it safe somehow,
That which one holds sacred isn't ready for 'the now'.

One cannot make time pass, but one can pass the time.
Immerse yourself in something both deserving and sublime.





"Contemplating the clear moon,
Reflecting a mind as empty as the open sky-
Drawn by its beauty,
I lose myself
In the shadows it casts." -Dogen

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The Spaces Between the Rain
Category: Life

I opened the window and took a deep breath,
And thought about all that's been said.
Seems like a million miles away,
But it's still in the back of my head.

Wish more than anything for you to smile,
And sometimes I'm sure that you do.
Love hasn't mended your heart for a while,
But all that prevents it is you.

Think for a second what life would be like
If someone could ease the pain.
Bring yourself solace through figuring out
The spaces between the rain.




"He who binds himself to a joy,
Does the winged life destroy;
But he who kisses joy as it flies
Lives in Eternity's sunrise." --William Blake

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