Be rough with my books.

I mean, don't throw them around or douse them in coffee,

But don't be sorry if it happens by accident.

I love it when I pick up a damaged book.

The pages slightly crumpled, the cover falling apart.

The scars are what show it's been loved.

I want a collection of damaged books.

My own personal library, damaged by love.

I'll never wonder if my books have been enjoyed enough.

So have fun with my books.

I'll know my books are good by how much they have been through.

And I'll have a piece of you etched into my collection.

the mossy earth

the muddy road

long, twisted and worn out ahead

the path’s been walked

too many times

the footprints deep and misaligned

the moon above

soft dirt below

with trees around and shadows long

one steap ahead

and then two more

your legs feel weak, your knees are sore

a pair of eyes

something close by

with stained teeth bared your death awaits

~ hati and lucas

feel the wind

feel the rain

they will not quench you

you are strong

you are life

it takes more to put you out

~ hati

Oh to be a bird with wings

to soar the air and loudly sing

to feel the push of currents below

to soar and dive through wind and snow

a bird from the skies above

to freely cry and freely love

but what if your wings were to fail

if you drop from the sky and forget to sail

you crash into the land below

the hand of earth, hard and slow

the water stills, trees draw a breath

you seem to see a glimpse of death

but breath returns, soft and slow

you take to the sky, flying low

you wonder if it was just a trick

or your fault for flying too quick

you flap your wings but fear takes hold

you cannot let yourself be so bold

what if you follow the same trend

what if this time it is the end

your last thoughts are of the day

and how you wished you could fly away

~ dirk and mackenzie

Reach into the flower's land

glove on to protect your hand

take the flower from the sand

The start of a new day's dawn

like a sword, your flower drawn

you find the thorns already gone

The forest fills itself with cries

who took the thorns but not the prize?

how many roses are going to die?

Without thorns to defend the plant

the rose is weaker than an ant

peace the forest will not grant

The roses around you already dead

the blood of the plants has been long shed

the forest itself shivers with dread

~ dirk and mackenzie

Day and night

Run with Hati

Chase the moon

Bask in cool starlight's glow

Feel the night's calm embrace

Fall into in the certainty of the dark

Run with Sköll

Chase the sun

Wrap yourself in gente warmth

Fill your bones with the day's energy

Gaze with the clarity of the light.

Day and night

~ hati and sköll

they say what is love without loss

when it is really what is loss without love

for if you never loved

you had nothing to lose.

~mackenzie