And into the massive abyss

I fell.

A world within a mind,

a universe untouched.

Reality is all my own –

this is now a dream awakened.

Those men come marching –

their faces of ticking clocks,

though backwards with time,

spinning wildly.

They open their mouths to me.

And, like fireworks,

out erupts a flock of songbirds,

carrying with them a tune that ignites the magic from within my soul.

A serenade for me.

Then –

the great eagle descends.

Watch how the oaks bear their arms

for his perch.

And I revel in this mastery,

this mystery.

The giant bird sits –

he watches my pondering,

and stares at my thoughts.

The limbs of those trees

extend far beyond their own capabilities now

as they strip me bare

to this fantastic, colorful land.

A liveliness in nature.

A parade of faceless images appear –

and under the ashen smoke, the navigate their dance so precisely.

So uniquely. The intrigue stroking at my sanity.

The luminescent soldiers come forward now,

touching me.

But what a wondrous surprise in their cuff to my flesh!

Making me quiver

in only what I could imagine a great holiness to be.

A metallic, 4-dimensional rainbow bursts alive –

oh, how it streaks about so confidently

along the innocent blue skies.

Its glowing spirit of essence

illuminating the mossy earth below my feet.

I feel it awaken -

a childhood memory to everything the universe has eyed upon,

all it had ever felt,

and it covers me.

A warm, safe blanket.

Security. Peace.

I am not afraid,

sheathed in a gloss of an ever-living dream.

And, oh, how so tenderly it cradles me in its arms –

I can taste upon the breast,

and of the life inside,

as those distant, soothing melodies venture towards my ears.

I can feel the swell

of a new evolution begin.

A renewal.

A birth.

The wings of the eagle spread –

and how exquisitely they are seen,

displayed bravely,

as they shine of a peacock’s dandy nature.

I see.

Falling down upon me,

twirled sensually in an emotional vision,

is a dimly lit brightness lost in the freedom of a feather’s flutter.

Painted.

Artistically captured

though its intensity to never be shown face.

It surely is a vision to behold!

I stand,

and with newfound eyes I see,

the beauty in me.

As the festive dance of a perfect season’s day expands,

and ever so cheerfully,

a bewilderment that lays in the anarchy of happiness reincarnates –

and how that old and mutated cocoon shed itself

from the pricks of my skin!

For I now have wings!

The eagle calls to me –

I follow.

This place is now my own;

a belonging.

1. Don’t think, just write—look back later and gather ideas from there. Our best potential is hidden deep within the unconscious recesses of our minds.

2. Write everything that comes.

3. Keep a dictionary and thesaurus nearby. Every word carries a slightly different meaning, flavor, tone, and it’s crucial to piece together the right ones to convey our image.

4. Read hard books. Exposure to hard, eloquent writing with hard, eloquent words teaches our minds to think naturally on that higher and more difficult level.

5. When faced with a serious bout of writer’s block, look around you for inspiration. Everything has a life, a history, something that makes it

uniquely it. Ponder that.

The jarring disparity between the sweet smile that graces your face

And the wry, snarky retorts you always say

Never cease to befuddle my brain

I adore rhetoric, prose, and breaking down logical fallacies

It's my bread and butter these days

But all that knowledge dissipates when you turn my way

I'm stunned and speechless

For once, I don't know what to say

There has to be a better rebuttal to being called an idiot than this

"Shut up."

That's all I can muster in response to whatever you say

Because as soon as I meet your gaze

All common sense flies away

Chaos flurries through my mind and leaves me in dismay

I'll get back at you someday

take a gift, friend,

these violets, plucked

from your mother's

backyard

scatter your memories,

purple petals, borrowed

from the fields behind

the train tracks

breathe the air again,

amethyst heirlooms, stolen

from heaven's front

gates

take a gift, friend,

these violets, so that

you may remember

- I am by your side forever -

the backyard,

the train tracks,

the gates

my violet,

I will not leave you behind

I love you so much that I killed a living being and presented you with it's corpse.

It's a beautiful little bloody thing that you'd appreciate

of course, I thought of you when I committed murder

there's no better way to express my fervor toward you.

This plant-based passion delights all your senses

bright red pedals, so delicately scented,

wrapped around a thorny stem and set inside my hand,

and when I look into your eyes you know that everything expires.

Everything except the love that I feel for you,

which extends its existence by feeding off the death of lower things,

including other interests I may have, and both our bodies.